CHAPTER 372: CHAPTER 367: DAOIST OR OLD DEMON?

The killing storm still enveloped everyone, their hearts pounding incessantly, not only because of the killing storm but also due to the sword cultivator who struck out and the death of the genius princely heir.

The confrontation between the Cui Family and the Xie Family against the Commandery Prince’s Manor had already taken them by surprise, but even more shocking was that Li Fan actually killed An Shicheng with one sword.

Who are these people?

The storm in Qinghe County, since the chaos of demons, seemed to continue, with ongoing twists and turns.

Cui Shan, Xie Lingxuan, and others all looked at Li Fan in amazement. Li Fan’s strength needed no further discussion; being able to easily kill An Shicheng naturally placed him far above them.

"Shicheng." A roar echoed from the sky, and the terrifying sound waves swept downward, leaving everyone’s heads buzzing, as if about to explode.

An Lu had never imagined that the genius son he had nurtured with such care would meet a tragic end today.

He had endured for many years; according to his plan, today was the day he would take complete control of Qinghe County, and also the day his son An Shicheng would make a name for himself.

Due to past events, he had remained low-key and inconspicuous for years; outsiders thought he was an indulgent prince, and his son An Shicheng was a hedonistic son of a noble with no presence.

For over a decade, his son had achieved mastery, reaching the peak of the Condensed Core Realm. The next step was to break through to the Taoist Body, and he was supposed to continue paving the way for An Shicheng, allowing him to ascend smoothly to a higher stage.

His son An Shicheng did not disappoint him, and everything was supposed to follow the path he envisioned. The Cui and Xie families, as well as the aristocratic families of Qinghe County, were already in the bag, unable to escape his grasp.

But now, a sudden change had occurred!

"It’s them..." While An Lu was furious, he was also wary; they had ultimately found their way here.

Li Mountain, Sword Cultivator.

He should have thought of it when An Shicheng mentioned it before; he just hadn’t expected that it would be a young sword cultivator in the Condensed Core Realm.

"Humph."

Seeing An Lu distracted, the Cui Family Ancestor’s momentum increased instantly, as if a wildly violent ancient seal as large as a mountain crashed down towards An Lu.

"Get away..." An Lu shouted, and suddenly a dazzling broadsword appeared in his hand, with golden Buddhist light merging with the blade as it slashed forward, surprisingly splitting the gigantic ancient seal.

"Don’t think you can leave." How could the Cui Family Ancestor miss such an opportunity? Naturally, he wanted to hold An Lu back, with myriad seal techniques appearing around An Lu’s body, seemingly trying to seal him within.

His third eye glowed brightly, and the imposing figure behind him unleashed the utmost aura.

Elsewhere on the battlefield, Cold Crow Taoist also wished to leave, but the divine bow locked him in place, and any distraction would result in a Sun-breaking Arrow shooting down instantly.

"You dare."

Cold Crow Taoist roared below, targeting Li Fan.

After Li Fan killed An Shicheng, his sword turned towards Cold Crow Taoist’s disciple. The young Taoist, witnessing An Shicheng’s tragic death before him, panicked, his sleeve flaring with talismans flying out but unable to block the Sword Domain’s onslaught.

The air was filled with exploding talismans; the young Taoist pressed a talisman on himself, then turned to flee, not wanting to tangle with Li Fan any longer, having lost his former confidence and carefree demeanor, now focused only on survival.

"Buzz..."

As a gale swept through, the Taoist’s body turned into shadows, fleeing far away in an instant, at a terrifying speed beyond what a Condensed Core Realm cultivator could possess.

Li Fan’s eyes flashed a cold gleam, filled with murderous intent. His third eye glowed brightly, as a gleam of light pursued the young Taoist. The Taoist, now far away, continued fleeing into the distant sky, becoming smaller in the field of vision.

The streak of light tore through the space, pursuing the Taoist. Li Fan’s third eye remained glowing, seeming like a third eye was opening.

Everyone looked up at the distant sky, seeing the Taoist’s body halt, trembling in the air, then explode into a rain of blood, the corpse falling weakly below.

The streak of light flew back rapidly, too fast for the naked eye, then reentered Li Fan’s third eye.

Two young, prodigious cultivators had died on the spot.

"You dare kill my disciple."

A roar echoed from the sky; Cold Crow Taoist’s burly body unleashed even wilder energy, his eyes scanning Li Fan below, then looking towards the Xie Family Ancestor, saying, "Old ghost, prepare to die."

As he spoke, talisman light glinted on the horizon, and with a thought, countless talismans descended from the sky, like banners fluttering, each talisman filled with destructive energy.

"Kill." He shouted, and the sky full of talismans exploded simultaneously, transforming into terrifying swords, each inscribed with runes aimed at slaying the Xie Family Ancestor.

The Xie Family Ancestor was buried in swords, his eyes fixed on Cold Crow Taoist, shouting, "Are your injuries doing any better?"

With the brilliant sun shining, it seemed to merge into the arrows, thousands of them shooting forth in light, clashing with the incoming swords. Thunderous explosions resounded as Cold Crow Taoist continued pressing towards the Xie Family Ancestor, his terrifying energy seeming ready to burn mountains and boil seas.

"Just like this, that day Old Hound Demon was like you, too." The Xie Family Ancestor shouted angrily, gathering intense anger to unleash through the Sun-breaking Arrow.

"Demon lies." Another shout from An Lu on the other battlefield, as Buddhist light enveloped the vast land, his aura peaked, his corpulent body charging towards the Cui Family Ancestor like a meteor, a gigantic hand seal in front, inscribed with Buddhist runes.

The Cui Family Ancestor shouted, his War God-like body seemingly merging with his flesh, raising his hand in response.

The Cui Family’s Clan Seal, Heaven-Flipping Seal.

The two clashed with no fancy maneuvers, directly colliding, causing fierce tremors in the sky, as the two seals burst into extremely dazzling golden light.

"Boom..."

A muffled grunt was heard, and the Cui Family Ancestor was sent flying, but An Lu didn’t intend to spare him, continuing to charge forward like a meteor, the violent power causing fear in those below.

Bang, bang, bang.

Explosive sounds rang out as the Cui Family Ancestor was slammed into the distance, standing in the sky, spewing blood, his energy and blood churning inside.

"Both ancestors are being suppressed."

The people below observed the aerial battlefield, murmuring to themselves, their hearts unsettled, contemplating the Xie Family Ancestor’s remark, suspecting whether Cold Crow Taoist was actually the Old Hound.

Yet Cold Crow Taoist excelled in Daoist skills; despite his terrifying power, there was no connection to demons, with no demonic aura emitted.

At this moment, An Lu ceased his attack, looking down towards the Commandery Prince’s Manor below, and focused on the white-robed sword cultivator slaying below, saying, "Li Mountain, Wen Ruyu."

He recognized the young man instantly; it was too striking.

Wen Haoran, back then, was like this too, with eyebrows like swords, brimming with heroic spirit, except Wen Haoran exuded Vast Sword Qi, while Wen Ruyu exuded icy Slaughter Sword Intent.

"Li Mountain, Wen Ruyu."

The people of the Cui and Xie families had naturally heard this name; in the core region of Da Li’s Qinghe County, the name of Li Mountain was certainly well-known, as was the past Li Mountain Sword Master, Wen Haoran, and his son, Wen Ruyu.

Now, already a Sixth Realm Sword Cultivator, this cultivation speed was truly terrifying; at this rate, in a few more years, there would be another Great Sword Cultivator of the Seven Realms.

"Li Mountain, no wonder..."

Cui Shan and Xie Lingxuan and others turned to look at Li Fan; a Li Mountain Sword Cultivator, that explains it.