At this moment, the female cultivator at the Early Nascent Soul Stage saw that He Qianyao could easily evade her sword strike, and was shocked. One must know that she had exerted her full strength with that strike, and the speed of her attack was fast. Although the opponent was also an Early Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, it was clear the opponent's True Qi fluctuation was not as strong as hers. How could she so easily evade her sword strike?

The woman was very surprised, and a look of extreme shock appeared on her face.

Her shock was not just because the opponent easily evaded her strike, but because the opponent could not only easily evade her attack but also counterattack at the same time. At this moment, the opponent's fist had already reached close to her.

Originally, she took the initiative, occupying the advantage, but in just one round, the opponent had already seized control. This clearly made the woman feel shocked.

The woman watched as the opponent's fist came from the side towards her, yet there was no panic in her heart at all. Her face full of disdain, it was obvious that the opponent's fist was just an ordinary punch. Even if the opponent's counterattack was successful, how could such an ordinary punch defeat her? It was clearly impossible.

"You can counterattack, and so can I."

At this moment, the woman whispered to herself, then deftly turned around, swinging the sword in her hand in a 180-degree arc. The sword spun rapidly in the air, and then she held the sword hilt, with the sword tip resting on her forearm. Then, relying on the hand holding the sword hilt, she suddenly clashed with He Qianyao's fist.

The woman held the sword hilt, and it was obvious when she clashed with He Qianyao's fist, having the hard sword hilt as the vanguard gave her an advantage.

Bang!

A muffled sound, an invisible wave of energy spread between the fists of He Qianyao and the woman, creating quite a momentum.

The next scene was something the woman could never have imagined. The two fists clashed together, the opponent remained standing, as immovable as a mountain. But she was forced to retreat several steps, with a sharp pain in her arm. Furthermore, the True Qi within her body seemed to be showing signs of disorder.

In an instant, the woman was horrified. To know that the opponent's punch seemed normal, and her fist had the sword hilt as an advantage. Simply put, the opponent's fist hit the hilt of her sword. She was very confident in this strike.

But she never expected this kind of outcome. It was simply unbelievable.

How did the opponent do it? How could the opponent's fist be so powerful? To think that it was just an ordinary-looking punch, how could it possess such great power?

At this moment, not only was the woman's eyes filled with shock, but the male cultivator at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, who was not far away, witnessed the scene between He Qianyao and the woman. His eyes flashed with astonishment, clearly this result was also beyond his expectations.

The mid-stage Nascent Soul stage cultivator furrowed his brow slightly at this scene, seemingly unable to comprehend what had just transpired.

At this moment, Ding Fan saw the scene and couldn't help but slightly curl his lips into a faint smile. Apparently, Ding Fan had clearly watched the scene of He Qianyao. The punch that seemed ordinary was actually a technique from the stele. Although the entire Fist Technique wasn't complete, it clearly already contained the essence of the technique recorded in the stele.

Ding Fan was very clear in his heart. To know that the Fist Technique from the stele was not something ordinary and was quite powerful.

Now that Ding Fan saw He Qianyao had cultivated the Fist Technique to this extent, he considered it quite good. Ding Fan felt quite gratified as it was evident that the guidance over this period had paid off. After all, Ding Fan believed that He Qianyao, with the stele's Fist Technique, should have no match among Early Nascent Soul Stage cultivators.

However, as He Qianyao's duel with the woman was not yet concluded, Ding Fan deemed it unsuitable to speak these words. He could only wait until the match was over to draw a conclusion.

The female cultivator at the Early Nascent Soul Stage took several steps back before managing to stabilize herself. Then, she effortlessly leapt forward, her body gracefully floating, rushing directly towards He Qianyao, all the while brandishing the longsword in her hand, causing numerous sword blossoms to emerge.

Those sword blossoms varied in size, but each one was extremely fierce. It's imaginable that if one were to be hit, even a slight touch would cause severe injury, costing dearly. Besides, at this moment, the sword blossoms were densely packed, clearly indicating a wide range of attack, like a vast net floating down from above He Qianyao.

At this moment, a smug smile appeared at the corner of the woman's mouth, clearly confident in this technique. In her heart, she knew this Sword Technique could certainly not just deal with an Early Nascent Soul Stage cultivator; even a Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator would hardly gain any advantage against this move.

"Just wait to die!"

The woman couldn't help but speak with a few traces of viciousness.

At this moment, He Qianyao saw the dense sword blossoms above and felt a wave of emotion in her heart. Clearly, the opponent's move was indeed formidable, leaving her with no way to avoid them. However, there was no panic in He Qianyao's heart; since escaping the range of the sword blossoms was impossible, there was no need to move.

Just then, a longsword suddenly appeared in He Qianyao's hand, and she continuously flickered using her movement technique. For a time, He Qianyao kept dodging the sword blossoms falling from above, and when she encountered those she truly couldn't avoid, she would lightly touch them with her sword infused with True Qi. Instantly, the sword blossoms dispersed, turning into small sparkling points, eventually disappearing completely.

He Qianyao relied on this method to remain unharmed amidst the opponent's dense sword blossoms. In contrast, the woman, having exerted herself to use such a sword technique, clearly felt a significant depletion and found her True Qi rather lacking for a moment.

The woman was utterly shocked to see He Qianyao emerge unscathed from the sea of sword blossoms, unable to believe what she was witnessing. He Qianyao was the first person she had seen come out of her sword blossom technique without a scratch on them. Wasn't this something quite incredulous?

Ding Fan looked at this scene, and a calm smile appeared on his face. The fact that He Qianyao could achieve this was evidently with the movement technique derived from the Fist Technique in that stele.

What shocked the early Nascent Soul Stage woman more was that He Qianyao suddenly began waving her longsword. In an instant, seven or eight longswords, both real and illusory in appearance, fiercely and sharply surged towards the early Nascent Soul Stage woman. At the same time, the longsword in He Qianyao's hand flew out, joining these seemingly real yet illusory sword shadows crashing towards the woman.

The longsword launched with tremendous speed and an overwhelming momentum. This scene caught the early Nascent Soul Stage woman off guard, and He Qianyao did not stop but followed up with her Fist Technique, charging straight at the woman right behind the swords.

In that instant, He Qianyao executed her movement technique to its utmost, seemingly synchronized with the footsteps of the leading sword, blurring the line between real and unreal. It was difficult to capture He Qianyao's figure with the naked eye at that moment.

The early Nascent Soul Stage woman felt a shiver in her heart when she saw this. In her haste, she could only pick up her longsword and do her best to defend herself. Yet, the oncoming longswords flashed continuously, sometimes appearing real, other times not. Her attacks sometimes struck a longsword, but it would disappear instantly. Witnessing this sent a wave of terror through the woman, clearly indicating that things were going terribly awry.

Finally, a real sword stabbed fiercely into the shoulder of the early Nascent Soul Stage woman, while a fake longsword pierced through her abdomen. Though the fake longsword was just an illusion, the sharp Sword Qi was not to be underestimated. For a moment, the early Nascent Soul Stage woman felt a wrenching pain in her abdomen.

Clearly, her abdomen seemed to be in turmoil from the Sword Qi. She could feel that her abdomen was gravely injured, and combined with the longsword embedded in her shoulder, the early Nascent Soul Stage woman gently collapsed, obviously gravely wounded. The outcome of the battle was becoming evident.

Due to inertia, He Qianyao's fist technique continued to aim toward the woman's body. When He Qianyao saw the woman had already fallen, just as she was about to stop, she suddenly felt an extremely angry and dangerous aura rushing at her from the side.

The one who struck was the male cultivator at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage. At that moment, He Qianyao could only instinctively shift her body slightly, then promptly launched a long-prepared punch at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage man.

Boom!

At that moment, the Nascent Soul Middle Stage man felt a numbing sensation in his arm. Clearly, that punch from the opponent was not easy to withstand. However, he stood firm without retreating, given that he was also at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, which indeed gave him a considerable advantage over He Qianyao in terms of cultivation.

Yet, the man still bore a look of shock on his face, evidently not expecting the opponent's punch to possess such significant power. Had he not used his full force, he might have been injured now.

The man also understood how difficult it must have been for his female companion to face such a punch. Clearly, the opponent's Fist Technique was no ordinary one, appearing ordinary yet wielding tremendous power.

When He Qianyao's punch struck the man's body, her entire body involuntarily retreated continually until a strong and warm hand supported her back, helping her stabilize her stance. He Qianyao distinctly felt that when that hand touched her back,

a warm power swiftly dissolved most of the force in her body like a spring breeze. It seemed as if a clear stream flowed into her body, instantly erasing the fatigue of the previous battle. Clearly, a powerful aura had been injected into her body.

He Qianyao was somewhat astonished; that feeling was incredibly familiar, like when her father's hand supported her, everything bad would disappear.

He Qianyao knew it was Ding Fan's hand, and she was shocked. She now realized how vast the gap between her and Ding Fan was. It seemed as if Ding Fan's strength was very close to her late father's, who had been a master at the God Transformation Stage, while Ding Fan was only at the Late Nascent Soul Stage. This was quite incredulous!

Subsequently, with Ding Fan's light support, He Qianyao stood firmly, and Ding Fan then steadily walked to face her, his expression icy as he looked at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage man. He spoke calmly:

"There's still time to leave."