Chapter 307: Chapter 306: The Center of Attention
At that moment, the Tiangang Sect Master decided to strike first. He unleashed the Tiangang Secret Skill, his formidable aura spreading instantly. He was immensely proud of his martial prowess. After all, he was on the verge of stepping into the Emperor Level.
In his eyes, Nangong was, at most, a High-level King-level. He held him in utter contempt and threw a punch straight at Nangong’s head, attempting to finish him in a single blow.
But Nangong stood his ground, unmoved. The oppressive force of his punch was so great it even stirred the ground, but Nangong remained standing in place, calmer than anyone.
"Break!" he roared, his fist about to connect.
At that very moment, however, Nangong simply extended his palm and blocked the domineering, terrifying punch.
"What is this?" The Tiangang Sect Master was stunned. He hadn’t expected Nangong to block his attack with such ease, as if it were a trivial matter. Nangong just stood there, unshaken.
Nangong then asked, "Is this the extent of your strength?"
"Impossible!" The Tiangang Sect Master couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
Nangong then shoved his fist away. The Tiangang Sect Master stumbled back several steps before regaining his balance.
Nangong barked, "That was the first move!"
"You’re courting death!" The Tiangang Sect Master dismissed the previous exchange as a fluke. This time, he executed a different movement technique and charged again, his strike even more fierce and overbearing than before.
This attack was so powerful it disturbed the very air currents. Forget those below the King Level; even a King-level expert would undoubtedly perish upon contact.
BOOM!
He collided with Nangong.
SPURT!
He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to one knee, a miserable sight.
Witnessing Nangong’s strength, the Ice Phoenix Sect Master exclaimed in shock, "Another at the Emperor Level!" How terrifying. Clearly, this was something he hadn’t anticipated. He had assumed Ye Fan was the only one at the Emperor Level in their camp, yet another had just appeared among their ranks. Now he finally understood how badly the Futian Alliance had overestimated themselves.
Leng Feng and the War Lord were also shocked. It was obvious their strength was inferior to the Tiangang Sect Master’s. If they had forced a fight with him, they would have been the ones to die. They had never anticipated that Nangong would be so terrifyingly powerful, making the Tiangang Sect Master spit blood without even launching an attack of his own. Only now did they truly understand the profound power of the Heavenly King Hall.
What an enviable realm! Black Fog thought. He made a vow to himself, one born of desperate craving: he had to reach the Emperor Level.
Zhan Xiong, however, stood by calmly, his heart completely undisturbed.
The Tiangang Sect Master, his hair disheveled, struggled to his feet. "You... you’re actually at the Emperor Level!"
"That’s right. It’s a bit late to realize that now, isn’t it? I said I’d grant you three moves. Only two have passed. You still have one more. Make your move!"
The Tiangang Sect Master’s heart trembled. Hearing Nangong’s admission, he finally understood how foolish he had been to challenge someone at the Emperor Level. Even as a Half-step Emperor Level, he was still worlds away from the real thing. Generally speaking, apart from a few exceptionally rare prodigies, an expert at the Emperor Level could instantly kill anyone below it, Half-step Emperor Levels included.
He was so frustrated he could have coughed up blood. Forget one more move—even with ten more, he had no chance of defeating Nangong. Forget defeating him—he probably couldn’t even land a solid hit.
Getting to his feet, he declared, "Very well! Even if you are at the Emperor Level, I will still fight!" Then, after bracing himself for a moment, he immediately turned and fled.
Yes, you read that right. The Tiangang Sect Master ran away. He knew he was no match for an Emperor-level Master, so at this crucial moment, he chose to flee.
"Hmph, I let my guard down!" Nangong snorted. He hadn’t expected the Tiangang Sect Master to be so terrified of death. The speed of his escape was truly something else.
At that moment, the Ice Phoenix Sect Master appeared. With a single punch, he sent the fleeing Tiangang Sect Master, who had just reached his side, flying through the air.
SPURT!
The Tiangang Sect Master suffered another grievous blow.
"Why would you do this?" he demanded of the Ice Phoenix Sect Master. His voice was thick with indignation, tinged with unwillingness that soured into resentment.
The Ice Phoenix Sect Master stood with his hands clasped behind his back and stated indifferently, "Having lost the courage to fight, you no longer have the right to flee."
"You!" The Tiangang Sect Master never imagined that at the final moment, the Ice Phoenix Sect Master would turn on him.
"Well played, Ice Phoenix Sect Master. I’ll remember this debt!"
"As the loser, you no longer have a chance."
The Ice Phoenix Sect Master sneered and charged forward, crushing the Tiangang Sect Master’s skull with a single punch. Instantly, all the Martial Artists of the Tiangang Sect scattered in terror.
In that moment, everyone on Ye Fan and Zhan Xiong’s side felt a chill run down their spine. They hadn’t anticipated the Ice Phoenix Sect Master to be so ruthless and cruel as to not even spare one of his own allies.
Without a doubt, after today’s battle, the Tiangang Sect, Qianren Building, and Jingang Pavilion would all cease to exist. This was a brutal struggle—the survival of the fittest.
"That guy is so annoying! Who asked him to meddle?" Nangong complained angrily.
Ye Fan smiled. "Come on, don’t complain. This guy has many tricks up his sleeve. Just leave him to me."
"Alright!" Nangong returned to his spot, seething with resentment. The inability to experience the thrill of the kill drove him nearly mad with regret. He lamented giving his opponent three moves; now, his prey had been snatched away by someone else.
Ye Fan stepped forward. He was about to face the successor of the Water God Ice Phoenix, which was, without a doubt, no small challenge.
All the Martial Artists fixed their eyes on the two men in the center of the battlefield, holding their breath in rapt attention. Their fight was the most critical one of the day.
Ye Fan met the Ice Phoenix Sect Master’s gaze and calmly asked, "Do you really intend to be my enemy?"
"Indeed! For my deal with the Divine Dragon, I must be your enemy!" the Ice Phoenix Sect Master replied instantly.
"I’m curious," Ye Fan asked, "what benefit did the Divine Dragon offer you that makes you so willing to risk your life for them?"
"Don’t ask for reasons. Just know that today, either you die or I do!" the Ice Phoenix Sect Master declared.
"Is that so?" Ye Fan replied, drawing the Yuanhong Sword.
SHIING!
The Yuanhong Sword let out a chilling gleam, and the Ice Phoenix Sect Master appeared somewhat wary.
Ye Fan said, "The Futian Alliance exists in name only. Offending me now is not a wise move."
"I wouldn’t be so sure," the Ice Phoenix Sect Master retorted. He activated the Water Gathering Technique, and countless streams of water instantly enveloped him. The clash between the two was about to begin.
This battle had captured everyone’s attention.
