Chapter 882: Chapter 878 Counterattack

In others’ eyes, the fat man seemed about to kill Ye Fan because his aura and exhibited cultivation level appeared stronger.

However, the fat man himself felt a tremendous crisis, and he thought to himself with dread, “Why is my Spiritual Energy out of control? Could it be I’ve gone mad?”

The three beams of the magic sword, like ice meeting a fierce fire, instantly melted, causing the Spiritual Energy within the fat man’s body to flood uncontrollably. The fat man couldn’t retract his thrust sword and thought the only solution was to let go of the magic sword to stop the leakage of his Spiritual Energy, but the sword seemed glued to his hand and wouldn’t release.

“Go to hell! Ah~”

The fat man’s eyes turned blood red, and his scream was as piercing as a pig’s being slaughtered. The leaked Spiritual Energy amplified his voice, nearly shattering the eardrums of the onlookers.

A faint, calm smile appeared at the corner of Ye Fan’s mouth as he withdrew the restriction of the controlling banner on the fat man’s Spiritual Energy. The fat man seemed to go mad, swinging his magic sword at the surrounding people.

His body expelled a great deal of Spiritual Energy, and his actions became as clumsy as a normal person without cultivation. Coupled with the fact that his sword was actually a blunt weapon, it couldn’t hurt anyone.

“Cheng Junior Brother?” The horse-faced young man hadn’t anticipated the current turn of events, and he tried to grab the fat man, but the fat man was beyond recognizing anyone and even thrust his sword at him, causing the young man to knock him out with a casual palm strike.

Bai He darted out from behind Ye Fan and shouted loudly, “Oh! We won, you dead fat man, weren’t you planning to turn me into a furnace? Weren’t you going to chop me up and feed me to dogs? Now you’ve become the mad dog, biting people everywhere.”

The horse-faced young man had no idea why the fat man suddenly went insane. After checking the fat man’s injuries, he realized most of his Spiritual Energy had dissipated, but his Foundation Establishment was intact. This indicated it wasn’t external force scattering his Spiritual Energy.

“What did you say, dead girl?” The horse-faced young man threw the already fainted girl from his shoulder onto the ground, stood straight, and assessed the young couple before him.

Because of his Foundation Establishment stage, the surrounding crowd had already retreated far away, leaving only him, Ye Fan, and Bai He standing there.

Bai He disdainfully said, “Didn’t you hear what I said, or are you deaf?”

The horse-faced young man’s face showed a cold smile as he summoned his treasure. However, it was not a magic sword but a horsetail whisk. This whisk was not an ordinary Magic Artifact, and Ye Fan judged it was likely a modified low-grade treasure, suitable for someone in the Foundation Establishment stage to use.

This low-grade treasure could allow the young man to demonstrate strength not inferior to a late-stage Foundation Establishment stage cultivator. Treasures were supposed to be precious, yet using one this way indicated this young man had significant backing.

With a sinister smile, the horse-faced young man declared, “Today is your doomsday. I’ll let everyone in the Galo Domain know what happens when you offend the Royal Extremist Sect!”

Bai He retorted disdainfully, “Are you going to turn us into dog food like that fatty?”

The horse-faced young man’s sneer twisted his expression malevolently, “Dreaming of becoming dog food, are you? Ever heard of a person stick? I’ll have this smelly kid emasculated, then cut off your limbs, tear out your hair, gouge out your eyes, cut off your noses, ears, and tongues, then throw you to wolves like female dogs while extending your lives with Spiritual Medicine, making it impossible for you to live or die! Haha, maybe in a year, you’ll have a little wolf cub!”

Despite Ye Fan backing her up, Bai He shivered, her voice trembling, “You devil, haven’t you committed enough of these atrocities before?”

The horse-faced young man didn’t respond, advancing step by step towards Ye Fan, wielding his horsetail whisk.

Completely unobstructed, he remained cautious of being ambushed by Ye Fan. As long as he guarded himself, no matter Ye Fan’s skillfulness, within seconds, Ye Fan would be lying under his feet in anguish.

Ye Fan didn’t let his guard down. While fighting the fat man, he could have held back, but facing this equally cultivated and treasure-wielding arrogant young man, he too felt a rush of excitement, eager to test his own abilities within the Pan Gu secret realm.

“Whoosh!”

As a gust of wind blew, a magic sword appeared in Ye Fan’s hand. Though the sword glowed green, its low-grade class appeared humble beside the horse-faced young man’s whisk.

The horse-faced young man was stunned for a moment, but then sneered. Seeing Ye Fan’s just a common Magic Artifact in hand, nothing on the same level as his treasure, he sneered, “You hid for so long, only to reveal your true face and cultivation, but it’s too late. Even if you beg now, I won’t show mercy! Witness the strength of a sect disciple!”

As he spoke, he was thinking arrogantly, “Aside from tormenting you back at the sect, I’ll also slaughter this town’s people. If the elders of the sect ask, I’ll claim you massacred lives, and I was eliminating evil for the people! With Cheng Junior Brother and others as witnesses, without eyes or tongues, see how you argue!”

The horse-faced young man, transitioning from his initial calm and slow approach, suddenly exploded. Each strand of his horsetail whisk could easily pierce through a normal Foundation Establishment stage cultivator’s defenses. With hundreds or thousands of strands in attack, he naturally believed he had victory in his grasp.

Initially, it went as he predicted: the boy was powerless to resist, retreating swiftly from his fierce assault.

“Trying to flee?”

Like an arrow, the horse-faced young man’s body shot forth, his horsetail whisk suddenly expanding over a hundredfold, each strand as thick as an arm, encapsulating Ye Fan and Bai He.

“Run quickly!”

The onlookers sensed something ominous, hastily trying to flee. But caught in a blocked path, they were trapped by the horse-faced young man’s whisk.

“Your end will be the same as this couple! Haha!”

“Boom…”

As the whisk swished, buildings along the street collapsed, and even the ground cracked. This was merely the edge’s destruction, while the whisk’s main body enveloped Ye Fan and Bai He completely.

The horse-faced young man manipulated his whisk, realizing Ye Fan was using his inferior magic sword to cut the whisk’s fibers desperately, like a trapped beast.

He sneered inside, “It won’t be long before your Spiritual Energies are drained. Then, you’ll just be a powerless couple, helpless for me to toy with! Now, which one of you should I refine first?”

However, he soon realized Ye Fan’s inferior magic sword wasn’t as weak as he thought. Every time Ye Fan swung it, an area of whisk was cut off, and as Ye Fan swung more, his whisk lost nearly half of its power.

“What’s going on?” The initially overconfident young man, seeing the unfavorable situation, poured all his Spiritual Energy into the whisk, aiming for a fatal blow. However, by then, Ye Fan had already slashed powerfully, turning the whisk into a skyful of fluttering fiber fragments.