Published: February 24, 2025
At this moment, on a peak three hundred and fifty miles away, Fan Jian, the proud disciple of the elder two of the Beast Spirit Lineage, stood with his eyes tightly closed.
The alluring Lin Xinyi twisted her waist and pressed against Fan Jian, exhaling softly, “Brother Fan, my soul isn't as powerful as yours, and my spiritual sense can't peek into the stinky men of the Holy Spirit Lineage. Did you really kill Tan Yun?”
Fan Jian still relied on his strong spiritual sense, enveloping Tan Yun who was three hundred and fifty miles away. He did not open his eyes and said with a puzzled expression, “Originally, with Tan Yun's Spirit Vessel destroyed, he should have been doomed. But I don’t know what sword formation he used to trap the forty-three members of the Holy Spirit Lineage within the formation, and with just a few bursts of the power of gold, he killed all forty-three of them.”
From Fan Jian's perspective, the heart of primordial chaos god-slaying sword formation only spanned three hundred zhang in diameter, and the space within seemed a bit hazy.
He observed from outside the formation and found it unremarkable. Of course, if he were placed inside the formation, he probably wouldn't think so anymore.
Hearing this, Lin Xinyi's voluptuous body trembled, and she regained her enchanting demeanor. “Oh, if you ask me, it’s not that Tan Yun’s sword formation is too strong, but rather that those people are not strong enough to even be on the Crouching Dragon Rankings; they were too weak to be defeated by a mere broken sword formation.”
“If you ask me, Brother Fan, you are a strong person on the Crouching Dragon Rankings. If you were to deal with Tan Yun, that sword formation of his would be useless in your hands.”
“Brother Fan, I was thinking…” Lin Xinyi softly murmured, tiptoeing and blowing a warm breath at Fan Jian.
“Xinyi, don’t be silly. After we kill Tan Yun, I’ll make sure to satisfy you.” Fan Jian restrained his urge to punish her right there and then, his spiritual sense enveloping Tan Yun as he sneered, “This Tan Yun is quite mysterious. As a disposable disciple, he can actually use a sword formation to wipe out forty-three disciples of the Holy Spirit Lineage who are at the great perfection of the fetal soul realm. Although those forty-three are not strong enough to be ranked on the Crouching Dragon Rankings, they still far surpass Tan Yun in terms of number and realm.”
“Tan Yun isn’t simple. The formation he uses looks ordinary on the outside, but I believe that if the enemy is trapped within the formation, it’s a different world altogether. Otherwise, those forty-three wouldn’t have died!”
“Brother Fan makes a valid point.” Lin Xinyi, changing her demeanor, her gaze sharp as lightning, said, “Master has ordered us to take Tan Yun's head. If we let him go today, who knows when we’ll get the chance again.”
“Tan Yun must die today! I don’t want to wait in this desolate mountain for him to come out again.”
“Brother Fan, according to your words, as long as we don’t give Tan Yun the chance to use his sword formation, he’s like a toothless tiger; killing him would be easy as pie?”
Hearing this, Fan Jian nodded, just as he was about to respond when his expression suddenly changed, “He has already withdrawn his sword formation and is preparing to leave. We must not let him enter the Mountain Gate.”
Fan Jian quickly devised a plan, whispering something in Lin Xinyi’s ear. A sinister glint crossed her beautiful eyes before returning to normal.
She removed her dress, tearing apart her white undergarment, exposing herself as she stepped onto her flying sword and sped towards the Danmai direction over six hundred miles away, letting the rain soak through her thin white undergarment…
After Lin Xinyi left, Fan Jian turned back to the nine disciples of the Beast Spirit Lineage, asserting, “You’re not needed here. To kill Tan Yun, Xinyi and I are enough; you all can return to the Beast Spirit Lineage!”