"Senior Brother Feng Yuan, Senior Brother Zhu Chongyang, you are both pillar-like talents of our Yuhua Sect, trees that support the sky. Losing either one of you is a loss to our Yuhua Sect. By all means, do not let two tigers fight each other, only to let other sects reap the spoils for free."
Seeing the scent of gunpowder between Fang Han and Zhu Chongyang getting thicker and thicker, Sun Shihua could not help but cry out anxiously.
"Shut up, what do you know." Zhu Chongyang cast a glance at Sun Shihua: "A useless thing, still claiming to be the reincarnation of the Painting Saint. Back then, the sect master saved you, but your cultivation base has never progressed, delayed in awakening the Painting Saint power within your body. Meanwhile, I am not the reincarnation of anyone, yet I completely surpassed you. Why do you not know shame? You should go into secluded cultivation and not interfere in these matters. Pillar-like talent? Hmph! Does this troublemaker Feng Yuan deserve to be called a pillar-like talent of my Yuhua Sect? It is simply a joke, an enormous joke. Today, right in front of your faces, I will thoroughly defeat him, cripple his magical power, and let you know that arrogant people do not meet a good end."
Zhu Chongyang's words were sharp and mean, but he revealed an aura of powerful exhalation and inhalation.
Even the two great experts, the Little Rain Emperor and the Little Axe Emperor, upon seeing the True Reason Sword Embryo he condensed, found it hard to casually intervene. Each had their misgivings; moreover, this was a battle between holy children inside the Yuhua Sect, making it inappropriate for them to meddle.
"Miss Xia Zhiqiu, Brother Xuanyuan, you two hold the line and do not let demonic beasts ambush us." There was no expression at all on Fang Han's face; instead, he said: "Ten breaths. Within ten breaths, I will finish this person off. After that, we will resume our journey to kill the Little Stone Emperor. To think such an idiot would appear halfway, letting you witness a joke within our Yuhua Sect; it truly makes me sweat in shame."
"Idiot?"
Swish!
What kind of figure was Zhu Chongyang? One of the three giant holy children of the Yuhua Sect, cultivating the Twin King Art, and even having an unparalleled fortuitous encounter to condense the True Reason Sword Embryo, practically obtaining some things of the True Reason Immortal King from back then.
The True Reason Immortal King stood side by side with Good Fortune and Origin as one of the three supreme cult masters of the heavenly realm, grasping truth and invincible in the world, having lived for an unknown number of primal chaos eras. Even obtaining just a scale or a half-claw of his allowed one to fly and leap.
Such a character as him was an invincible figure destined to become a saint and an emperor. To actually be called an idiot by someone, how could he endure it? His dignity permitted no profanation.
His body moved, and a piercingly cold aura rushed against the face, blowing Fang Han's clothes to rustle loudly like a large flag in the wind.
Fang Han raised both hands in the air, and that piercingly cold aura successively subsided.
His clothes seemed cast of iron, completely motionless.
Zhu Chongyang's expression changed, instantly splitting into two shadows. One voice was ancient, and one voice was childish, representing the past and the future, the newborn and the decaying. From midair, a great art bombarded down towards Fang Han. This great art was a long river, a strand of truth. Just as it pierced through space, the dust within those spaces transformed into space gods, worshiping this long river, and along the banks of the river, sounds of praise were issued forth.
"What dao technique is this?"
The expressions of both the Little Rain Emperor Xia Zhiqiu and the Little Axe Emperor Xuanyuan Po subtly changed. They did not expect that Zhu Chongyang could surprisingly strike out such a sharp great art.
Zhu Chongyang was not some rumored saint, much less the reincarnation of an Emperor Profound Immortal, but an ordinary person who cultivated to his current realm.
The Little Rain Emperor and the Little Axe Emperor somewhat looked down on him, but once the other party made this move, the contempt in their hearts was thoroughly eliminated, watching to see how Fang Han would resolve this great art.
Facing the bombardment of this great art, Fang Han took a step forward, unexpectedly positioning his body above this river. His entire body exuded a noble purple energy, letting this great art wash over him.
He was like a reef by the sea, enduring the washing of seawater for billions of years; not only would he not be eroded, but he would instead become increasingly sturdy.
Rumble, this great art washed over his body. In just a single breath, it entirely passed by, fundamentally failing to harm Fang Han in the slightest.
"One breath!"
Fang Han's intent shook heaven and earth.
"Seeking death!"
Hearing this intent, Zhu Chongyang became utterly enraged. Within his body, countless minds began to fluctuate, seemingly deducing something, or perhaps elevating the might of the great art to deliver a fatal strike to Fang Han.
Just now, Fang Han said he would finish him off within ten breaths, which he also heard with utmost clarity. It was simply a humiliation equivalent to making him kneel; he was infuriated and wanted to execute his killer move to suppress Fang Han.
His glabella twitched, and that sparkling sword embryo was grasped in his hand.
With the True Reason Sword Embryo grasped in hand, he seemed like an Immortal King who held the truth, towering above the nine heavens, looking down upon all living beings, looking down upon all the heavens.
The sword embryo in his hand shone brightly. Every flash of light was a truth illuminating the dark world, setting all the reversed laws in the world right.
His body naturally formed a swordsmanship stance, seemingly upright yet not upright, seemingly slanted yet not slanted, representing the curvature of heaven and earth. At this moment, everyone felt that he and the degree of heaven and earth's curvature merged into one.
And they themselves felt a sensation of being crowded out by heaven and earth.
One could imagine that if this swordsmanship move was struck out to kill, it would definitely shake the heavens and move the earth.
However, Fang Han stood entirely still, both hands clasped behind his back, his gaze looking at this swordsmanship stance, still peaceful and tranquil. No one could guess what he was thinking at this moment.
In reality, he had already successfully entered the realm of heaven and earth as one. His entire body and the boundless heaven and earth were truly indistinguishable from each other. He felt that the opponent also achieved a realm of merging with heaven and earth, but it was not the heaven and earth as one of a good fortune divine artifact, but rather an exquisite fitting of curvature.
"Roaming together with the Great Dao?"
A phrase flashed out in Fang Han's mind. This was an extremely high realm, to roam together with the Great Dao; its formidability was evident.
"I roam together with the Great Dao and dance along with Truth. With this sword, you shall perish beneath its edge, never to have another chance of survival, because you have enraged me."
Thump! Thump! Thump! As if war drums resounded, Zhu Chongyang's swordsmanship stance remained unchanged as his person violently charged over, transforming into the aura of the heavenly dao washing down. Surging to a distance of a thousand zhang away from Fang Han, suddenly, he slashed down with a single sword.
What kind of sword was this?
No one could explain clearly. They only saw that the sky was filled with light and brightness everywhere. Within this brightness, the boundless baleful aura was successively evaporated, and that sword light descended onto the top of Fang Han's head.
"Using his physical body to forcibly receive the True Reason Sword Embryo?"
"Rumor has it that the Sword of True Reason cuts through everything without exception. It can cleave apart good fortune. Although this is a sword embryo, it is not something a physical body can withstand."
Watching this scene, the Little Rain Emperor Xia Zhiqiu and the Little Axe Emperor Xuanyuan Po were both afraid of missing it, circulating the dao techniques of their entire bodies to observe.
The sword light fell!
Fang Han moved!
His hand reached up, forcibly grabbing the sword light. Like the hand of the Mystical Vault High Emperor God, the aura of a supreme emperor emerged from it. On his hand, a shockwave was released outward, and all laws were thoroughly solidified. In an instant, the crowd saw that on his palm, crystal divine kingdoms as numerous as the sands of the Ganges River were operating. He fundamentally possessed no flesh and blood; all of it was crystal divine kingdoms. Every single crystal divine kingdom was as vast as an epic, as miraculous as a legend.
Within the crystal divine kingdoms that made up the palm, resided ancestral gods. Behind each ancestral god unfolded a pair of wings, representing freedom. In their hands, they grasped a scepter, representing legends. Before them, a book was opened, the book recording the histories of major civilizations.
These ancestral gods acquired freedom, grasped legends, and proclaimed the history of civilizations.
What they represented was the supreme, highest, and holiest glory between heaven and earth.
These ancestral gods formed Fang Han's palm.
"Freedom, legends, civilization…" The Little Rain Emperor's entire body quivered. She only now truly realized how terrifying Fang Han was; this move was Fang Han's true strength.
"Acquiring freedom, grasping legends, proclaiming civilization. This is rumored, recorded in distant ancient dao scriptures, as something only existences from within the Gate of Eternal Life are qualified to do." The Little Axe Emperor thought with surging emotion in his heart.
In the instant the many ancestral gods proclaimed the history of civilizations, they expanded infinitely. The crowd all saw the scene of these ancestral gods in the boundless territory of the sky, with wings on their backs and scepters in hand, proclaiming civilizations.
These scenes completely suppressed the sword light downward.
The next moment, the scenes vanished, and the crowd saw that Fang Han's palm had thoroughly grabbed the True Reason Sword Embryo. Those powerful five fingers tightly locked onto the edge of the sword. The sword brilliance trembled and cut on the palm, but could only erupt with sparks and crystal dust powder, utterly failing to harm Fang Han's palm in the slightest.
Crack!
Fang Han's palm grasped power, squeezing inward.
Unexpectedly, cracks appeared precisely on that True Reason Sword Embryo; the traces of fissures were shocking to the eyes. Many runes floated out, transforming into sword dragons, successively entering the divine kingdom crystals of his palm.
"How could it be like this." Zhu Chongyang's expression changed, and he wanted to pull this sword out, but the blade was stuck. Fang Han pressed downward; pop!
The entire sword embryo turned into fragmented sword dust, flying up in all directions. The sword embryo of the Sword of True Reason was smashed apart by Fang Han. Many of the true reason laws within it surfaced on the grand array as patches of dragon scales.
Zhu Chongyang sprayed out a mouthful of fresh blood, retreating violently!
With a grab of Fang Han's large hand, all the fragmented sword dust reassembled once more, turning back into a True Reason Sword Embryo. However, its aura greatly shifted, becoming his own. With an inhalation at his glabella, this sword was swallowed down by him.
In the instant he collected this sword embryo, his other hand transformed into a palm seal, striking outward into the empty air. Above the palm, a frenzied tide of heaven and earth instantly appeared, chasing after Zhu Chongyang's violently retreating body. That palm force pulled out a long tail of light, resembling a shooting star chasing after the bright moon.
The speed was simply as fast as the wind and swift as lightning. This palm precisely struck the violently retreating body of Zhu Chongyang.
Zhu Chongyang let out a loud roar, splitting into two human figures dispersing outward, resolving the force of this palm. In the air, he emitted a powerful divine will: "Feng Yuan, you have snatched away my True Reason Sword Embryo, you will not meet a good end. This sword embryo, I will seize it back sooner or later. At that time, it will be the moment I take your life."
Fang Han's voice was very tranquil: "Five breaths, I defeated you in exactly five breaths."