"This…"
Xu Muyun was unable to speak.
Originally, Wu Chang's incoming momentum was fierce, and there was no certainty of defeating him. Now, eight law enforcement disciples of the God Prison had suddenly arrived. Logically speaking, it was precisely the time to unite and slay this fiend together. Xu Muyun deeply understood the tactics of horizontal and vertical alliances and immediately spoke up to win them over. It was meant out of good intentions. Yet she had not expected that the very first words out of the God Prison law enforcement disciples' mouths would be "tiny ants." They fundamentally looked down on them.
Instantly, she was rendered speechless.
Facing these God Prison law enforcement disciples, she was subdued by their imposing aura.
Any single move from the opponent could easily take her life. Although she herself was an outstanding figure among Golden Immortals and had just refined Su Feiyang, making her strength reach the pinnacle of perfection, she was still vastly incomparable to this group of freaks from the God Prison.
The opponent had undergone devilish training, carrying out slaughter every day, characters for whom unleashing ten times combat power was as simple as eating and drinking.
Xu Muyun possessed a secret technique that could at most unleash five times combat power.
And it could only be unleashed three times; otherwise, her Golden Immortal laws would snap. She would be completely crippled.
In a one-on-one fight, Xu Muyun knew that any single God Prison disciple could kill her with one sword stroke. With such a massive gap in strength, she naturally did not dare to say more.
"Correct, Cao Zhengyang, these few tiny ants actually want to join hands with us to kill Wu Chang? It is simply a joke. I am certainly unwilling to besiege Wu Chang together with these tiny ants. Lest word gets out in the future and ruins my reputation."
A God Prison law enforcement disciple also laughed.
They truly held their swords and did not make a move, merely standing in their respective positions to prevent Wu Chang from escaping. The imposing auras of the eight people echoed each other from afar, and the vitality within their bodies sensed each other. Instantly, in the void, an eight-headed, sixteen-armed heavenly god seemingly and indistinctly appeared. With a single sword stroke, this heavenly god could slay an Ancestral Immortal.
These eight God Prison law enforcement disciples echoing each other from afar was a grand array combination technique. Otherwise, relying simply on a single person, no matter how powerful a Golden Immortal was, it would be impossible to challenge across realms. To resist an Ancestral Immortal. Even the lowest level Ancestral Immortal could easily fully kill a hundred Golden Immortals as casually as eating and drinking.
"Wu Chang, our great battle will definitely be passed down through the ages, turned into imagery, and extolled across the numerous countries of the Heavenly Court, the various worlds, and planes of countless crystal wall systems. But these few tiny ants really are too annoying. How about you clear them out first, and then we will make our move to fight? We guarantee that we will not act while you make your move."
Another God Prison law enforcement disciple said.
"Wu Chang, don't tell me you are not even confident in dealing with these few tiny ants? Just now, the eight of us heard you say with our own ears that you wanted to subdue them, oh?" A female God Prison law enforcement disciple spoke. This woman was dressed in goose-yellow clothes, with apricot-like eyes and peach-like cheeks. She seemed delicate and weak, but her body contained explosive power capable of destroying heaven and earth.
"Is that so?" Wu Chang looked at Fang Han, then at the eight God Prison law enforcement disciples, and his expression softened, half-smiling: "This one called Feng Yuan is no tiny ant. His strength is not beneath yours, perhaps even surpassing it. Aren't you people of the God Prison relying on the Thunder Emperor Heavenly Lord's Ten Thousand Lives Lightning Pool? Thus engaging in devilish training every day, looking down on everyone. As a result, I, Wu Chang, broke away from the God Prison and instead advanced to the realm of an Ancestral Immortal. Acting as if there is no one else around, how about one of you come out and try exchanging blows with this Feng Yuan? If you can defeat him, how about I voluntarily surrender without putting up a fight? If you cannot defeat him, then go back and train hard, and there's no need to pursue me anymore. You'd merely be sending yourselves to death."
"This group of people is cunning."
Fang Han quietly listened to their dialogue and immediately understood. These two sides seemed arrogant, but their minds were meticulous. They both saw that his own strength was absolutely not simple, so they both wanted the other side to exchange blows with him first, in order to gain a cheap advantage and reap the fisherman's profit.
"Hmph! You Heavenly Court God Prison law enforcement disciples pursuing Wu Chang has nothing to do with me. I am withdrawing now. I will not participate in your slaughter. Moreover, I am a disciple of the Yuhua Sect, which means I also belong to the Heavenly Court's side; I am not a fugitive of the Heavenly Court. The God Prison law enforcement disciples have no authority to deal with us either." The tone of Fang Han's words shifted, and he prepared to withdraw. To fly away and not wade into these muddy waters.
"Want to leave? I'm afraid it won't be that easy." A God Prison law enforcement disciple stepped out from the group, "You are very powerful, possessing the aura of ancestral spirits on your body, seemingly having the qualifications to comprehend Ancestral Immortal laws. Wu Chang, does your word count? If any one among us can defeat this Feng Yuan, you will surrender without putting up a fight? I'm just afraid you will refuse to acknowledge it when the time comes."
"A joke, my, Wu Chang's, words carry the weight of nine ding; when have my words ever not counted? Back then, for a single promise, I even committed the act of defecting from the God Prison. Would I care about this matter?" Wu Chang stood holding his sword, naturally possessing an indescribable prestige.
"No matter what, we will not believe you. What we believe in is the sword in our own hands." That God Prison law enforcement disciple said: "But since you have said so, I will tell you the truth: no Golden Immortal is a match for our God Prison law enforcement disciples, including you. After leaving the God Prison, you are also just a pile of rotten mud."
While speaking, this law enforcement disciple stood out and pointed at Fang Han with the sword in his hand: "Feng Yuan, is it? Come out!"
"What? You really want to fight with me?" Fang Han's gaze shifted sideways: "Those who cross blows with me never meet a good end."
"A joke. I know you have some fortuitous encounters and also possess providence on your body. But we people of the God Prison have killed who knows how many people with fortuitous encounters and great providence, thousands upon tens of thousands, I don't even remember." This God Prison law enforcement disciple gave a slight shake to the sword in his hand, buzz… Countless resentments, wronged souls, and phantom images manifested upon it, as if the wronged souls of the experts who had died under this sword had been revived anew.
"I, Cao Zhengyang! Feng Yuan, come out!"
This God Prison law enforcement disciple announced his own name.
"Cao Zhengyang! Are you the rumored peerless hero of the Cao family who could slay Golden Immortals while only a half-step Golden Immortal?" Upon hearing this name, Xu Muyun seemed to recall something and immediately grew tense.
"Rumor has it that this Cao Zhengyang, when he was at the half-step Golden Immortal realm, slew the overlords of Golden Immortals. Genius or ghost talent are insufficient to describe him; he can only be called a peerless hero, possessing true grand strategy and great talent, shocking the immemorial times!" Bi Yu'er also said: "Later, he entered the God Prison and vanished without a trace, but everyone knows that as long as he does not die, he can rule as sovereign over the world."
"Feng Yuan, let's go! The situation before our eyes is critical. This Cao Zhengyang is exceedingly formidable. If something happens to you, it will be difficult to extricate ourselves. With your Walker Without Borders evasion technique, escaping will not be a difficult task." Xu Muyun advised after careful consideration.
"Go? I must definitely collect this King-grade spirit vein. As for the fragmented chart of the Ghost Martial Holy Lord, I'm afraid it has fallen into Wu Chang's hands," Fang Han said: "If we leave, wouldn't we get absolutely nothing?"
"But remaining here, you can't even collect the King-grade spirit vein."
"Once I kill this Cao Zhengyang and refine him, one of my magical treasures can thoroughly transform. By then, with unparalleled power, it can accommodate all things; collecting a King-grade spirit vein might not be impossible!" Fang Han laughed heartily and also stepped forward, bare-handed.
What he spoke of was precisely the Gate of Highest Heaven.
Among the Thirty-Three Heavens supreme treasures, currently only the Gate of Highest Heaven remained yet to transform into a mid-grade immortal artifact. Of course, this gateway was the general outline of all the heavens, holding the strongest power, known as the Gate of the Heavenly Realm. The gateway leading to the supreme karma position. The Golden Immortal laws it required were exceedingly numerous. Along the way, Fang Han had refined, from start to finish, at least dozens of Golden Immortal powerhouses, yet it was still unable to advance. However, just now, after he thoroughly refined the Great Yi Religion's "Yi Tianxing" along with his several attendants, including the supreme treasures, high-grade immortal artifacts, mid-grade immortal artifacts, and various King-grade immortal pills on their bodies, it had just about reached a critical point.
Now, this Cao Zhengyang possessed Golden Immortal laws so powerful and an essence qi so intensely concentrated that it was rarely seen in the world. Being more than twenty times that of "Yi Tianxing," if he could be killed and refined, it could allow the "Gate of Highest Heaven" to be thoroughly refined and become a mid-grade immortal artifact.
And once the "Gate of Highest Heaven" became a mid-grade immortal artifact, it would allow the entire set of Thirty-Three Heavens supreme treasures to transform again, attracting the blessing of the creation of the various heavens. Its power would grow to an unprecedentedly terrifying realm. Perhaps relying on the Thirty-Three Heavens country evolved by this set of treasures, it would be able to accommodate the King-grade spirit vein within it.
"Whatever magical treasures you have, simply execute them."
Seeing Fang Han bare-handed, Cao Zhengyang nodded to signal.
"I only have a pair of fists. My fists are my strongest magical treasure." Fang Han smiled faintly: "You sought to challenge me yourself. If any problems arise, the Heavenly Court had better not come finding trouble for me."
"Hahahahaha!" Several God Prison law enforcement disciples all began laughing: "For a Heavenly Court God Prison disciple, glory is life. Even if we die, absolutely no trouble will come finding you. But if we kill you, the Yuhua Sect will not seek any revenge for you either. You will simply have died in vain. It's still not too late to regret it now; kneel down, kowtow, and admit your mistake. We will not make things difficult for you either, just cripple all your martial arts and let you be an ordinary slave."
"Bare-handed? Very well. No one has ever been able to face me, Cao Zhengyang, bare-handed. Back then, when I was a half-step Golden Immortal, a Golden Immortal said this to me, and as a result, he was cleaved apart by me. You are seeking death yourself; the sins committed by heaven can be forgiven, but the sins committed by oneself cannot be lived." Cao Zhengyang spoke coldly. Taking a step forward, swish, a sword directly thrust toward Fang Han's throat.
This sword twisted like a spiritual snake, lightning flashing brilliantly. A massive lightning force field enveloped down through the empty air, and everyone felt a sensation of floating.
Behind Cao Zhengyang, the phantom of a Thunder Ancestor manifested, emitting numerous lightning universe countries, all of which were poured into the sword technique.
This sword could both destroy a world and resurrect a world.
"The Sword of the Ancestor Thunder, swift, fierce, and possessing great might." Crystal light flickered in Wu Chang's eyes. But as soon as he moved, his qi mechanism was firmly locked onto from afar by the other seven great experts, making him unable to extricate himself.
Rumble!
Fang Han slapped horizontally with both hands, striking out his uniquely created Epoch God Fist, meeting that sword head-on. The fist and the sword collided in mid-air, exchanging hundreds and thousands of blows in an instant.