Supreme Emperor of Swords

Who was this person? Fang Xiaoan was shocked in his mind.

The burly young man made a thundering sound and jumped out of the second hole he had made. He still looked unhurt as he shouted, “Zhang Fan, I’m the hunter of the Baiman Mountain, and a nominal disciple of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. Old boy, who are you?”

Zhang Fan, the Hunter of the Baiman Mountain?

This answer left everyone dumbfounded.

Hunter?

Was this monster a hunter?

The Baiman Mountain? It sounded like a small unknown place in the Snow Province, but how could such a monster like an ancient Devil beast appear in such a small place? He used his physical strength, and had pushed Fang Xiaoan away with his mere saber. If such news were spread, all of the Snow Province would definitely burst into an uproar!

Fang Xiaoan himself felt extremely shocked.

However, what shocked him even more was another piece of information—

This burly young man claimed to be a nominal disciple of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. That was to say, he was also a member of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. This was a bit troublesome. Damn, how could there be such a perverted nominal disciple in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, someone who was powerful to such a terrifying degree? Why didn’t he appear in the bloody battle of the Sect?

Fang Xiaoan, after all, was an expert in the Martial King Realm, so he quickly calmed down.

He ran his Qi, and the injuries on his arms were soon recovered.

He still wanted to say something, but Zhang Fan did not listen to him at all. He jumped up directly, bouncing high into the air like a cannonball, and slashed again. It contained an extremely simple saber intent. It was very ingenious, and it turned complexity into simplicity, and hid wisdom in stupidity. It vaguely gave Fang Xiaoan the impression that he could not avoid it.

“How dare you! Can you, with such a weak body, suppress the Qi that I have cultivated for hundreds of years?”

Fang Xiaoan was inexplicably furious. Being suppressed that much by a nominal disciple of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect was something he could not tolerate.

He reached out with both arms and a pair of crystal-blue swords appeared in his hands. The sword light was gurgling, and an unparalleled and strong Qi fluctuation burst out from his body. Even the air around him was distorted. The two swords were crossed over his head, and an incomparably massive cross appeared.

He wanted to block this attack with his powerful Qi cultivation.

Boom!

The black war saber didn’t have produce any large phantoms. Instead, it was facing the oncoming cross slash.

The victory and defeat were unveiled in an instant.

Fang Xiaoan exclaimed and an arrow-like blood mouthful was spat from his mouth. His face was pale, and his whole body fell straight to the ground like a fly that had been slapped away, smashing into a mountain below. The gravel rolled, and smoke rose into the sky. The beautiful blue crystal cross was also completely broken, and the pair of blue crystal swords were broken into pieces inch by inch.

“Hahaha, old man, you still have a long way to go!”

Zhang Fan’s jumping force was exhausted, and he fell to the ground again like a meteorite.

The direction in which he landed was precisely where Fang Xiaoan had fallen.

The black saber in his hand was dragged behind him, and he exerted his strength in an instant. With the help of the falling momentum, he struck again. The friction of the saber in the air produced a string of glaring sparks; eventually, the whole body of the saber turned bright red, like a burning flame!

Whoosh!

A figure immediately bounced up from the rubble and instantly transformed into flowing light as he fled into the distance without turning back.

Fang Xiaoan had escaped!

Boom!

Zhang Fan stood on the hill with a saber, and the loud sound was like a clap of thunder that had created the world.

Smoke and dust rose into the sky, like a huge grey mushroom cloud. When the dust settled, suddenly there was a cracking sound of rock breaking. Then the entire 50-meter-high rock hill was split open; countless tiny cracks were formed, finally turning into grains of sand!

Zhang Fan exerted his strength and jumped out of the sand.

“He’s running away? He’s scared of death!” He slowly put away his saber.

His Qi cultivation was too low. His strong physical strength could make him invincible in a face-to-face battle, but he didn’t have the ability to chase and kill. If the experts above the Primordial flew in the air, it would be too difficult for Zhang Fan to catch up.

As the cultivation of Supreme Kung Fu Devoted by Ten Emperors became more and more advanced, Zhang Fan was like a volcano that had been brewing for thousands of years. In front of Ding Hao and other acquaintances, he was still a little simple and honest. But when facing the enemy, especially when he held the saber, he immediately changed into a different person. The infinite battle intent in his heart suddenly became brave and fierce, like a burning flame.

It was almost like a split personality.

At this time, thousands of people watching the battle had been left completely stunned.

Including Yin Zuimo, the head of the Heavenly Sound Valley, no one could believe what they had seen.

Fang Xiaoan, the head of the Tranquility Academy and the current master of the largest force in Snow Province, had been forced to flee by a nominal disciple of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, just like a homeless dog.

It was hard to believe.

People like Fang Xiaoan often relied on their reputation. If they didn’t encountered a terrible opponent who was too strong to be defeated, they would never choose to run away. At least they would make an effort to leave a few harsh words. After all, people like them who had high status cherished their reputations dearly.

But that day, he didn’t even dare to say a word and ran away at the first chance.

That was to say, after Zhang Fan’s first move, he knew that he was not a match for this boy at all. He had no possibility of winning; he could die if he continued fighting.

Or was it that… Fang Xiaoan had actually been seriously injured after taking that blow?

If such news were spread out, it would be enough to cause an instant explosion in all of the Snow Province.

Fang Xiaoan, a famous Martial Arts Grand Master, was going to lose face. Martial artists who did not know the truth would definitely treat this matter as a joke.

However, after witnessing such a ghastly scene—those people who saw the power of Zhang Fan’s last cut on the stone hill would definitely not look down upon Fang Xiaoan. Instead, they would appreciate Fang Xiaoan’s decisive escape.

Because the hunter youth’s saber slash was so terrifying that it could not have been an attack made with a human body. Would a peak Martial King expert be as strong?

But they didn’t know that Zhang Fan’s Supreme Kung Fu Devoted by Ten Emperors had already achieved the Completion of One Emperor Power.

In terms of physical strength and offensive power, he had already reached the Martial Emperor Realm. In all of the Snow Province, he was only second to Ding Hao. Other than that, he was absolutely invincible.

Fang Xiaoan’s escape had completely changed the situation of the battle in the Heavenly Sound Valley.

When the trees fell, the monkeys scattered. Zhang Fan’s invincible posture had brought instant terror to the rest of the martial arts forces who had followed Fang Xiaoan. With a scream, they turned around and ran away. The hatred-filled disciples of the Heavenly Sound Valley attacked as they retreated. They had a complete victory. They chased for hundreds of miles until they barely managed to appease their anger.

“I’m Li Yiruo, a disciple of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. Nice to meet you, Sect Leader Yin!”

In the square of the Heavenly Sound Valley, Li Yiruo and Zhang Fan bowed to Yin Zuimo and the others.

“You two are too polite. If you hadn’t appeared in time today, the Heavenly Sound Valley would have been in danger!” Yin Zuimo, who was wearing a goose yellow palace costume and with a flame mark between her eyebrows, hurriedly returned the salute.

The temperament of the head of the Heavenly Sound Valley was otherworldly. She was like a goddess who had been lost in the mortal world. She had been practicing the music for a long time. She maintained her beauty with her own skill, so she was elegant and noble, and naturally gave people a feeling of closeness.

Although she was the head of one of the nine sects in the Snow Province, she still showed great respect to those two.

Even if Zhang Fan had not saved the Heavenly Sound Valley that day, it was enough for any sect in the Snow Province to be honored by the hunter boy’s amazing flesh-fighting capacity.

The Heavenly Sound Valley, which had just experienced a fierce battle, was still a little messy at this time. The smoke had yet to dissipate, and the collapsed buildings and stone statues could be seen everywhere. Many busy figures were taking the time to repair them.

Li Yiruo said a few polite words and quickly asked about the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.

“About this…” Yin Zuimo sighed and finally told both of them all the news she had heard. She said apologetically, “We also received a letter from the head Li Jianyi. Unfortunately, when we were going to the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect to provide support, we received news of our gate being broken. Then the Heavenly Sound Valley was also in danger and we were even unable to take care of ourselves…”

Li Yiruo and Zhang Fan were both rooted on the spot, as if they had been struck by lightning.

They had spent a great deal of effort to walk out of the Sage Battlefield, never expecting to receive such news. Just like wanderers who had finally returned home and realizing that their home was gone.

For a long time, both of their hearts were filled with emptiness, and their minds were blank.

They couldn’t accept the facts.

Li Yiruo immediately thought of Ding Hao; she didn’t know whether Senior Brother Ding Hao knew the news or not.

This would definitely be a massive blow to him!

Li Yiruo suddenly stood up and said, “We have to hurry back.”

Zhang Fan also held his saber tightly.

Yin Zuimo nodded and said, “Well, the trip should be smooth, considering nephew Zhang’s strength. But you still have to be careful. I’ll ask someone to send you off…” Speaking of this, she remembered something and said, “By the way, there are still some people from the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect who fled from the Mirror Lake’s Swordsmanship-seeking Villa. They took refuge with us; do you want to see them?”

Li Yiruo shook her head and said, “The matter of helping the sect is of utmost importance.”

She couldn’t wait any longer.

“Well, I’ll ask someone to send you to the Swordsmanship-seeking Villa immediately,” Yin Zuimo stood up and said, “When I’m done with this matter, I will take the disciples of the Heavenly Sound Valley to the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect to help. By the way, has nephew Ding Hao already…”

She was a little concerned about Ding Hao’s whereabouts.

After all, that brilliant young man had shocked her and the Heavenly Sound Valley a lot. His attainments in music were unparalleled in both ancient and modern times. Besides, he was the Guest Elder of the Heavenly Sound Valley, so he also carried the hope of the revival of the Heavenly Sound Valley.

Li Yiruo nodded and thanked her. She gritted her teeth and said, “We were temporarily separated from Senior Brother Ding in the Sage Battlefield… But I believe that when Senior Brother Ding learns about this, all the sects who participated in the attack will completely disappear from the world to avenge those dead sect disciples.”