CHAPTER 93: CHAPTER 87: FAN WUBING IS HERE! FAN WUBING IS HERE!

This is the Divine Soul Technique! Xu Lengshi’s soul is indeed highly accomplished!

He actually concealed such a trump card!

Xu Lengshi spared no expense, simultaneously unleashing Immortal Dao Divine Techniques and Divine Soul Techniques, which exerted tremendous pressure on his physique and soul. He knew very well that if this move failed, he would be at a complete disadvantage.

A desperate move!

Seeing Fan Wubing trapped, Jiang Maodian shouted from the side of the battlefield,

"Junior Brother Wubing!"

"Your opponent is me!" Despite Yi Shanhe’s unease, he was forced to repel several talismans to block Jiang Maodian.

Xu Lengshi drew his blade upward.

All his meridians surged, and the celestial energy fiercely swept into the blade.

The blade seemed unable to withstand it, wailing as if it could shatter at any moment.

The blade light pierced through the rain curtain, leaving the battlefield of the two untouched by rain.

Xu Lengshi’s gaze was chilling... due to the simultaneous operation of Immortal Dao Divine Techniques and Divine Soul Techniques, his brow remained split, and his flesh bore blood cracks from the intense movement of celestial energy.

His blade whimpered, his flesh whimpered, and his soul whimpered.

The strongest strike of an Eighth-Layer Golden Core cultivator.

Jiang Maodian, constrained, saw this strike, one he would be cautious of even at his peak, faced directly by Junior Brother Wubing, already controlled by the Divine Soul Technique... No, he surely couldn’t withstand it!

Junior Brother Wubing will die!

Jiang Maodian disregarded Yi Shanhe and sent two flying swords to block the attack.

Simultaneously, a dark green flying sword approached at extreme speed from a distance.

But, at the last moment, Xu Lengshi’s speed suddenly increased!

He had burned the root of his long blade!

Weapons, too, have roots, forged from the mold. Once the foundation is destroyed, the weapon becomes mere scrap metal.

To go to such lengths!

"Junior Brother Wubing!"

"Senior Brother!"

Two nearly despairing cries rang out simultaneously in the rain curtain.

Xu Lengshi had reached Fan Wubing’s side. He looked at Fan Wubing and suddenly froze.

Because Fan Wubing’s gaze was terrifyingly calm.

As if he didn’t regard this battle at all.

Was he... stunned?

If so, there’s only death!

Fan Wubing suddenly spoke softly,

"Substitution Talisman!"

After perfectly completing the Lake Demon commission of Weiri City, Fan Wubing had obtained a Substitution Talisman.

This talisman wasn’t of high quality, only lower Profound Level. Its movement distance was very short, especially when controlled, it could barely move a little over a meter.

But, it was enough.

Fan Wubing suddenly disappeared, replaced by a talisman. The talisman shattered into fragments, burned, then swiftly turned to ash and scattered.

The swift blade light, its most lethal part, missed.

Only the edge grazed Fan Wubing.

[HP -7572, current HP 2188]

["Lustful Desire" surges... HP max +378]

Just a small edge of the blade light nearly took a third of Fan Wubing’s health. If faced directly with the most violent part, he would have died instantly.

Fan Wubing thought, luckily...

Luckily, in battling Xu Lengshi, he hadn’t burned his blood to the extreme, preserving nearly half his blood bar.

Xu Lengshi stared blankly at Fan Wubing, who was now slightly over a meter away, and murmured instinctively,

"Can such a low-grade Substitution Talisman be effective?"

In the eyes of a cultivator, low-grade Substitution Talismans were quite useless, expensive with moderate effect. It was said, either prepare a good Substitution Talisman or don’t waste resources.

"There are no weak tools, only weak users."

The rain filled the battlefield once more.

Fan Wubing’s combat prowess not only remained undiminished but increased, vanishing like a specter into the rain curtain.

Xu Lengshi stared blankly at the rain curtain, murmuring,

"How can there be such a way of fighting like yours..."

His answer was a cold boning knife.

The boning knife pierced his forehead, its Qi exploded within, instantly shattering his Purple Mansion.

His soul dispersed, Xu Lengshi’s life ended there.

An hour ago, he had fantasized about completely killing Jiang Maodian, then the Peach Blossom Spring would be uncontested.

Now, he died by the hand of Fan Wubing, whom he least wanted to look at.

With Xu Lengshi’s death, Yi Shanhe lost all will to fight, his courage shattered, swiftly being cut down by Jiang Maodian’s flying sword.

The heavy rain subsided.

Fan Wubing fell into the mud.

He lay there, gazing at the sky as the dark clouds dispersed.

The moonlight was beautiful.

Exhaustion, weariness.

Though he could recover quickly with the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill, the fatigue after such an intense battle came from deep within his soul, a level of will that couldn’t be restored by the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill.

"Senior Brother!"

Luo Qingyao rushed over as fast as she could, crying as she lay on his chest,

"It’s all my fault, I shouldn’t have wasted time talking with Ye Shijiu, I should have come to help you at once. I almost got you killed, Senior Brother... sob sob sob..."

At this moment, Luo Qingyao seemed even more fragile than Fan Wubing.

Fan Wubing raised his hand, smoothing the slightly tousled hair at her temples,

"It’s okay. I’m fine now. It’s okay."

Luo Qingyao wiped away her tears,

"Senior Brother... I’m sorry."

"Why apologize?"

"I... though I’m part of the Eternal Immortal Sect, I thought only of the mission, neglecting you all. I missed helping when you needed it in the north of the city, missed again now. I could’ve eased a lot of the pressure on you, but I keep making mistakes, always arriving late! And in the end, the mission couldn’t be completed." Her tears flowed again, "I really... really don’t know what to do anymore?"

Luo Qingyao’s tightly stretched heartstrings snapped tonight.

She broke down, crying uncontrollably.

At this moment, Fan Wubing clearly sensed the fragility she showed as a fourteen-year-old girl unable to bear the pressure.

Fan Wubing sat up, took a deep breath, and smiled lightly,

"Don’t cry, your Senior Brother is still here."

Jiang Maodian and Fu Manman also rushed over.

Fu Manman, seeing Luo Qingyao heartbroken, felt uneasy and stopped, just watching from a distance. She inexplicably feared approaching them... But she couldn’t explain why, it felt as if... going over would disrupt them.

She dared not approach, even felt like retreating.

She stepped back.

Fan Wubing suddenly looked at her and asked,

"Manman, are you hurt?"

"No... no."

"Your clothes are torn."

Fu Manman then noticed her dress was torn in several places. Her thighs were exposed, glowing faintly under the moonlight. She blushed, using some cloth strips to cover her skin.

After thinking, she still chose to step forward and asked with concern,

"Are you okay?"

"I’m fine, do I look like I’m not? Oh right, the Qiankun Bag!" Fan Wubing stood up excitedly, "Time to collect the spoils!"

For the first time!

This is the first time to completely kill a cultivator, especially one from a major sect!

In previous battles, it was either killing demons or the enemies weren’t killed, with no chance to claim spoils.

But now, treasures were scattered all over!

There must be many good things in their Qiankun Bags!

Jiang Maodian, Luo Qingyao, and Fu Manman watched blankly as Fan Wubing dashed between the bodies.

Every time he found a Qiankun Bag, joy filled his face like a harvest.

This...

Jiang Maodian chuckled dryly,

"Junior Brother Wubing, truly genuine personality."

Luo Qingyao covered her face,

"Senior Brother searching bodies is also handsome."

Fu Manman looked at them in shock, thinking, they even find a way to praise someone for this? I really need to learn more.