Chapter 98: The Initial Display of Magical Might

  Sigh~

  Yang Fan's body swayed slightly, and he felt a strong gust of wind rushing towards him.

  Hu Banzhen's eyes flashed with a fierce light, his face twisted in a ferocious expression, the veins on his arm bulging, as he unleashed the second palm strike with all his might, fueled by the remaining power of the Divine Speed Symbol.

  Yang Fan's palm was injured in the previous exchange, and a wound split open at the tiger's mouth, losing consciousness.

  But at that moment, countless streams of coolness burst forth from every inch of skin, blood and muscle on his arm.

  Miracle reborn!

  The injury on his arm was completely recovered in the time it took him to take a breath.

  However, before this, Hu Banzhen's fierce attack had already forced his way in.

  Crisis suddenly befalls!

  Even if Yang Fan was confident in his physical strength, he wouldn't dare be arrogant if his skull was crushed by a single palm of the enemy.

  Bang!

  His other hand, one step ahead, caught Hu Banzhen's chopping palm, his body slightly retreated, and this arm was also slightly damaged.

  Sigh~

  Hu Bànxiān's face was crazed, like a mad dog, not giving Yang Fán any space to take out his spiritual instrument, and pounced on him in close combat.

  He understood that once Yang Fan took out the Ling instrument, the one who would die would necessarily be himself.

  And so, at this moment, he has already staked his entire life's energy and fate on it.

  Boom! Boom! Boom!!

  Hu Banzhen suddenly changed his usual demeanor and launched a series of swift and relentless attacks on Yang Fan, with great momentum.

  Yang Fan's face revealed a sarcastic expression, in fact, he had already escaped danger after dodging the previous two blows. With his abnormal endurance, he could exhaust Hu Baxian to death.

  It is now a close-quarters melee between two mid-term Qi-refining cultivators, with swift and fierce attacks, without any gaps to cast spells or summon magical artifacts.

  As time passed, Hu Bansi became more and more horrified. He was certain that Yang Fan had previously been injured in his own desperate counterattack, with both arms wounded and his tiger's mouth shattered.

  But in the subsequent battle, Yang Fan was in no way inferior, and he fought with himself with great momentum, as if he still had some strength left.

  What shocked him even more was Yang Fan's astonishing aura, with his profound cultivation of over a hundred years, he could hold his own against a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator. However, no matter how fiercely he attacked, Yang Fan could easily counter, as if his body had an endless supply of spiritual energy.

  "This can't go on, Hu Banzhen's magical powers are too strong, far surpassing those of the same level, and it's hard to defeat him in a short time. If this drags on, it will alarm the townspeople of 'Wu Liu Town'..."

  Yang Fan has an absolute advantage, but he also has his own worries.

  The two of them fought with great force, it can't go on like this.

  We must end this quickly!

  The breath in Yang Fan's eyes suddenly became sharp and fierce, and a heart-trembling power was generated in his body.

  Hu Banshen suddenly felt something was off and touched a thread of dark light flashing through Yang Fan's eyes, his heart skipped a beat.

  Suddenly, Yang Fan's aura changed dramatically. The warm and embracing aura disappeared, replaced by a majestic and domineering demonic aura that looked down on all things.

  Wow!

  Yang Fan threw a punch, the air trembled slightly, producing a special vibration, a black aura burst out from his fist, making a "popping" sound.

  Boom!

  This punch collided with Hu Banzhen's hand, and suddenly a burst of cracking sounds erupted from the bones.

  Splendid!

  Hu Banzhen's palm, wrapped in spiritual energy, was struck alive, with blood and flesh splashing everywhere, and his bones shattered inch by inch.

  That one strand of black wheat, taking advantage of the force, was still pressing into his arm, and even intended to invade his internal organs.

  "Devil... Devil's Work..."

  Hu Bànxiān was in extreme pain, his body swaying unsteadily, his eyes bloodshot, and he stared at Yang Fán in disbelief: "You're actually a demonic cultivator..."

  "You know too much..."

  Yang Fan's face was icy cold, and with a single palm strike, the sound of "peng" burst forth, shattering the dim blue light shield that had long been surrounding Hu Banzhen. The overbearing and unparalleled black demonic energy, carrying the power to pierce through metal and stone, ripped apart his body, wreaking havoc as it instantly extinguished the vital energy within his internal organs.

  In a split second, Hu Banzhen's body was torn into pieces, a gruesome sight.

  Yang Fan immediately took away his storage bag and then took out a specially made jade bottle from his own storage bag. A drop of milky white ** fell onto the corpse.

  Hehe~~

  A cloud of black smoke burst forth from the corpse, and Hu Banzhen's body dissolved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  This milky white liquid is a kind of corpse-dissolving water in the Xianxia world, and even if it's an immortal cultivator with extraordinary bones and flesh, it can still dissolve them in a short period of time.

  This thing was given by his younger brother Yang Lei, and Yang Fan speculated that this "rotten water" might be one of the items left behind by their father. Because of its effectiveness, the rotten water is not cheap, and Yang Lei didn't have it before.

  After resolving Hu Bànxiān, Yang Fán also sensed the surge of violent demonic energy within himself. In his dantian, strands of pure and unadulterated demonic energy seemed to be that dark abyss.

  His face changed colour, Yang Fan immediately retracted his demonic energy and then used the Withered Wood Technique to return to a normal state at the beginning of Qi Refining.

  However, the eerie and mysterious devilish energy that lingered in the air did not disperse immediately, causing gods and ghosts to be shocked and frightened.

  Moreover, in the midst of it all, Yang Fan also had a vague and obscure feeling.

  Yang Fan was also shocked, what kind of demonic technique he had cultivated actually contained such powerful energy, annihilating same-level opponents as if it were a joke.

  This is absolutely a magical work that shakes ancient and modern times, why have I never heard of it before?

  It's also unknown why, but since that night when he suddenly entered the demonic path, Yang Fan made rapid progress, secretly cultivating demonic skills every night.

  As a result, without encountering any bottlenecks, he cultivated this set of magic to the peak level equivalent to mid-term Qi Refining.

  Until then, he had encountered bottlenecks and had never broken through.

  However, Yang Fan had a strange misconception in his heart that once he cultivated the "Xianhong Decisive" to the later stage of Qi Refining, this set of magic should also be able to enter the later stage of Qi Refining unimpeded.

  By analogy, if he enters the Qi Refining stage, Foundation Building stage, or even the Golden Core stage, this set of magic will also be able to advance without any hindrance.

  This idea had been brewing in Yang Fan's mind, and he was thrilled.

  Perhaps this is another great secret of the Xianhong Decisive Art, or perhaps it's not.

  However, he also did not dare to be 100% sure and still needed further confirmation.

  ……

  At this time, in a place thousands of miles away from Yangjia Village and Wuli Town.

  A terrifying black giant peak, shrouded in mist and cloud, covering dozens of miles around, surrounded by deep and bottomless abysses. This place converges with a cold and eerie atmosphere, every tree, brick, stone, and weed contains an aura that is different from the outside world.

  With this black giant peak as the center, within hundreds of miles around, there are no less than a dozen mountain peaks that reach thousands of feet high, and the entire vast area is shrouded in a layer of oppressive demonic energy.

  In a certain dark golden great hall of the Black Giant Peak, a tall and thin old man in black robe stood proudly with his hands behind his back. His clothes were fluttering without wind, and he was standing there like an invincible giant shadow.

  His pair of pitch-black eyes seemed to have a bottomless black hole, and in the flash of his gaze, a deep and profound light point that condensed the air burst out.

  "Is it the Divine Demon's Work? Or is it just my illusion..." The black-robed old man slowly raised his hand, and a low voice whispered, a dark flame floated in the air above his palm. At the center of this flame, there was a mysterious dark light that seemed transparent, looking dim but as if it could obscure the sun's radiance.

  "If that's really the case, then with his Golden Elixir cultivation as the furnace and cauldron, I can definitely bring my 'Three Netherworld Demon Flames' to the Great Completion realm. At that time, dominating Youyang and roaming freely in the 'Thirteen Countries of North Qin' would be no difficult task."

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