Fang Han laughed loudly, not only startling the "Prince Bao", but also drawing the gazes of the other imperial princes and princesses of the Great Virtue Imperial Family toward him. Not only that, the other several young men and women also shot their gazes at him.
The aura radiating from these young men and women was not slightly inferior in majesty to the princes and princesses. The aura of one man among them was even more profound, seemingly there and not there, like a mountain stone or wild grass.
Struck by the gazes of these young men and women, Fang Han felt as if his body weight, explosive power, speed, heartbeat, and his various vitalities were completely seen through by the other party.
"Among them, there is an expert at the ninth tier of the Physical Realm, the realm of Spirit Communication…"
With a stir in his heart, Fang Han became secretly vigilant.
Reaching the ninth tier of Spirit Communication, one began to develop the potential of the brain. The person's spirit became extremely sharp, almost capable of seeing through all the physiological states of the opponent. They could even introspect themselves, seeing their own internal organs clearly, like looking at the lines on their own palm.
This state was incredibly terrifying; otherwise, it wouldn't be worthy of the words "Spirit Communication".
Cultivating to such a realm required cultivating miraculous spiritual training arts, such as the "Primal Spirit Art" that only inner disciples could learn.
"Could it be that these individuals are inner disciples?"
A thought surged up in Fang Han's heart.
However, at this moment, he had no time to ponder further, because the "Prince Bao" had already stood up, his gaze sweeping over his whole body with ice-cold intent: "Oh? It seems you're quite dissatisfied with me defeating you last time. Cultivated hard for twenty days, got some results, and want to defeat me to vent your bad breath? It seems your shrewdness is too shallow. Seeking immediate revenge for the smallest grievance, unaware of the principle that a gentleman's revenge takes ten years and it is not too late; it's hard for you to accomplish great things. If you hid your intent and refrained from acting, I'd actually admire you as someone of consequence. Being in such a rush to throw your life away is really no different from a street ruffian. Sigh! I'll just have to force myself to defeat you once more. This time it won't be as simple as spitting blood."
"I don't seek to accomplish great things; I only seek for the grievance in my heart to unfurl. Having enmity, I exact revenge; having a grievance, I settle the grievance. Ten years is too long, seize the day. The future is unpredictable, right now is everything. Life is painfully short, like a mayfly's dream; dwelling on something for ten years is worse than engaging in slaughter right now—this is true courage! Your mind is overly full of scheming, the Dao of immortality is hard to achieve, and I fear you'll never cultivate up to the Divine Ability Mystic Realm in your whole life. The Dao of immortality is to forge ahead courageously, constantly斩 killing everything in the way, rather than plotting and enduring, suppressing oneself, or having shrewdness and schemes that twist the spirit… On the path of the immortal Dao, such twists and turns cannot be accommodated…"
Fang Han's tone suddenly became incomparably peaceful, indifferent and calm. The words he spoke were rich with philosophy, refuting sentence by sentence, unexpectedly rebuking the "Prince Bao" until he was left absolutely speechless.
Ever since consuming the "Nine Orifices Golden Pill", Fang Han's mind had become agile, with all kinds of whimsical ideas and unconstrained thoughts emerging endlessly. Combined with his hard study of "Various Worlds" over these days, he had gained many insights.
The book "Various Worlds" not only contained knowledge of astronomy, geography, and rare treasures, but also many comprehensions. When the Supreme Headmaster of the Ascension Sect wrote a book, it was impossible not to weave in his own comprehensions. These undoubtedly opened a doorway to the mind for Fang Han, giving him a greater foundation, gradually altering his thinking and broadening his horizons.
Now his sudden refutation against the "Prince Bao" came with sharp words, like swords and iron cavalry directly sweeping across the air! It was vastly different from his former identity. At this moment, no one would think of him as a horse-raising slave.
"Who wants to hear your nonsense!"
The "Prince Bao's" expression was extremely cold. His body went "Hula," appearing right in front of Fang Han with an incredibly bizarre movement, stepping with who-knew-what kind of footwork.
Fang Han only felt a numbness at his throat; the opponent's finger was like a shooting arrow, just about to cleanly poke right onto his Adam's apple.
The style of this finger move was completely different from "Prince Bao's" earlier martial arts, carrying a詭秘, dark, cold, and vicious style.
"Everlasting Regret Finger Technique! A martial art of the Demonic Sect's Everlasting Regret Faction." Princess Hongyi cried out once again.
Not only had the "Prince Bao" learned the martial arts of the "Myriad Returns Immortal Island," he had even learned the martial arts of another branch of the Demonic Sect's seven lineages. In an immortal Dao sect, deploying a Demonic Sect martial art, he showed absolutely no scruples.
At this time, Fang Han was also unable to hear Princess Hongyi's verbal reminder, because everything happened too fast. The movement of hands was simply too fast! However, having continuously trained hard a thousand times over for twenty days, he was already thoroughly prepared!
With one step out, an overbearing aura suddenly erupted!
Treading the Seven Stars!
His body was like the swelling tide of a great river, the river water slapping against the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow. Heroes and champions, princes and generals, a gathering of wind and clouds; with one foot stepping, settling the universe, stabilizing the nation and rivers to act as Emperor and Sovereign.
Fang Han's Dharma robe fluttered; between one flashing step, his imposing momentum swelled once more, forcing the Demonic Sect Everlasting Regret Finger Technique to poke empty air.
Following that, his foot momentum moved, and the leg momentum of the "Chief Star Kicking the Dipper" exploded outward.
During this kick, energy rolled around internally within him. Throughout his entire body, muscles, bones, and skin membrane all stretched out. The physical realm of Divine Bravery issued forth the thundering wrath of a celestial deity descending to the mortal realm.
A long breath was exhaled from his mouth and nose, turning into a prolonged sky-shaking chant, like a crane or a dragon, converging into fourteen words, a long two-line poem. It was the incantation true meaning of the Seven Stars Fist, adding even more to the imposing momentum of Fang Han's kick!
"Where the iron hooves tread, the mountains and rivers collapse; with one kick from the Chief Star, the Northern Dipper shifts!"
The leg's momentum was like a massive army of thousands of men and horses, iron hooves trampling over collapsing mountains and rivers. It was also as if a giant celestial deity appeared mid-air, shifting the positions of the stars in the sky with a single kick.
At this exact moment, Fang Han felt as if he had transformed into the King of the stars in the heavens! The Master of all stars! The Chief of the stars! The vast starry sky was at his disposal to roam; his spirit established a mysterious and unfathomable connection with the heaven, earth, universe, and the boundless stars.
"This imposing momentum!"
In an instant, Princess Hongyi sighed in admiration involuntarily, and then transitioned to shock: "The Myriad Stars Sect, Seven Stars Fist! How does he know it? How many secrets are concealed on his person?"
And the other several disciples of the Great Virtue Dynasty imperial family, as well as the few even more formidable young men and women, all manifested surprise on their faces when Fang Han took that one step and delivered that one kick.
"How could he have become formidable to this degree!"
The "Prince Bao" hadn't expected at all right now that Fang Han could have improved so rapidly in just a short twenty days. The muscles and bones on his body were simply like refined steel; his arms and legs were like sharp blades and mountain-cleaving great axes. Specifically, the aura on his body was even more overbearing and tyrannical than an Emperor ruling a dynasty.
The martial arts of the Myriad Stars Sect were originally overbearing. Further, the Nine Orifices Golden Pill was a spirit medicine refined by the Demonic Sect's Great Emperor, the Yellow Springs Great Emperor. It contained the tyrannical aura of a peerless Demonic Emperor spanning across millennia. Integrating into Fang Han's spirit, and coordinating with the martial arts of the "Myriad Stars Sect", the two brought out the best in each other.
Last night, after refining the Nine Orifices Golden Pill, that trace of tyrannical aura from the golden pill had merged into Fang Han's spirit.
It could be said that Fang Han's overbearing aura, like the "Chief over the stars" right now, was transformed from the millennnial demonic dao aura of the Yellow Springs Great Emperor, creating an incomparable spiritual pressure.
Fang Han knew this clearly himself. The Nine Orifices Golden Pill possessed a trace of spiritual nature. Now that spiritual nature tightly integrated with his own spirit, causing his mind to become even clearer and more comprehensive.
Intimidated by the aura of Fang Han's leg technique, the "Prince Bao's" breath stagnated, his chest lifting and abdomen contracting, shrinking inward. His pair of hands acted like a folding screen, unexpectedly switching from offense to defense.
"Can you hold the defense!"
Fang Han sneered once again. He treaded the Seven Stars with his feet, but his hands executed the move "A Gathering of Heroes" from the Seven Stars Fist. His ten fingers looked just like they were plucking a pipa lute, the fingernails twanging, slashing toward the "Prince Bao's" neck, wrists, major arteries of the neck, and other vital blood vessel spots.
This move was once again incredibly fierce and overbearing. The ten fingers were like the heroes and champions standing out between heaven and earth, gathering together and each parading their own divine abilities.
"Pf!"
A long bloody scratch was actually sliced open right across the "Prince Bao's" face.
"Enough!"
Just at this moment, a young man with exceptionally well-proportioned stature and a jade hairpin worn on his head suddenly stood up violently. He raised an arm, and instantly, streams of chilling sword light flickered unsteadily, transforming into a three-foot treasured sword without a hilt. Just like an overflowing stream of autumn water, it flew out with a slashing motion, curving and winding like a dragon or snake mid-air, sweeping toward Fang Han to stop Fang Han's pursuit.
"Fang Han! Watch out, that's a flying sword spirit weapon!"
Liu Kang and Princess Hongyi turned pale with absolute fright!
"Crap!" Seeing that flying sword coming to kill, Fang Han knew this was no longer a martial arts method, but rather a "flying sword" belonging to the spirit weapon category, refined by experts of the Divine Ability level; a physical body could not contend against it.
Thereupon, he rapidly retreated. However, the young man who released the flying sword seemed intent on teaching him a little bit of a lesson. With a finger pointed out into the void, the flying sword suddenly shuddered, blooming into dozens of shadows, unexpectedly enveloping his whole body entirely before slashing right downward.
Puchi!
The sword light of the flying sword fell right onto his body. Yet precisely at this very instant, Fang Han only felt the "Picture of the Dragon hiding in the Yellow Springs" strapped tightly against his body shudder slightly.
That sword light actually sank into his clothes and vanished completely without a trace; the exterior was perfectly intact.
Originally, over these twenty days of practicing swordsmanship with Princess Hongyi daily, Fang Han put away the "Picture of the Dragon hiding in the Yellow Springs". Today, not practicing swordsmanship, he wore it on his body, knowing this picture scroll possessed inconceivable power and could preserve his life.
Now, sure enough, taking the opponent by surprise, it took away the opponent's flying sword.
"What!"
Seeing his flying sword completely vanishing the instant it landed on Fang Han's body, the young man who released the flying sword continuously urged his mind but unexpectedly couldn't catch any sense of connection at all. It was just as if a stone had dropped into the sea. This shocking surprise involved no small matter.
He was an inner disciple. This flying sword was a spirit weapon given down as a reward by the sect. After undergoing blood-drop refinement, it revolved smoothly, dancing across the void, slashing up and down flawlessly as he wished. He had fully believed dealing with a measly outer disciple would be entirely out of the question, but he had entirely failed to anticipate that not only was he unable to deal with him, but on the contrary, the flying sword he treated as his very life was taken away instead.
This was equivalent to having a chunk of flesh forcibly sliced right off his body in an instant. His heartbreak made him feel like bleeding.
"My eyes have deceived me. To think that brother also has a high-tier spirit weapon on his person. Just now it was nothing more than a misunderstanding. Please return the flying sword to me."
This young man's gaze was completely gloomy and cold, but his tone became a great deal milder.
"You want your flying sword? Go to Purple Lightning Peak hereafter to fetch it!" Fang Han's mind stirred.