Waves of wild frenzy were set off throughout the entire "Mountain and River Courtyard." Every single Yuhua Sect disciple possessed a hysterical impulse in their hearts; there was jealousy, as well as limitless envy, even more remorse, and also gnashing curses and fear. Those feeling remorse were the disciples who had spoken sarcastic remarks to Fang Han, while those cursing and feeling afraid were the disciples who harbored hatred towards Fang Han. Back when Fang Han had offended Hua Tiandu, it had caused nearly ninety-nine percent of the Yuhua Sect disciples to deeply despise him in their hearts, thereby producing hatred. Now, these disciples all felt lingering fear and regret. During these ten years, Hua Tiandu would not do anything to Fang Han, but Fang Han was capable of taking revenge on them!
Stepping into the Mystic Realm of Divine Power and becoming a true tradition disciple was an ironclad certainty.
"A great blessing for my Yuhua Sect! We have actually successfully promoted another divine power disciple! I must go report to the higher-ups!" An elder in the spectator stands roared, unable to conceal the agitation in his heart.
"Report immediately! This is a major event!" Another elder was also wild with joy.
"The Gathering of Immortals is approaching, and our Yuhua Sect wishes to enhance our strength. Unexpectedly, someone delivers a pillow just as we feel sleepy."
"Excellent. Originally, according to reason, the first place in this Mountain and River Ranking would be rewarded with the Yin Yang Myriad Life Pill; only upon swallowing it could one step into the Mystic Realm of Divine Power. Unexpectedly, this Fang Han actually promoted himself. What kind of miracle is this!"
"A miracle, it is indeed a miracle. We don't know what miraculous encounter he obtained, but it is a joyous occasion for my Yuhua Sect!"
Jialan exhaled a long breath and sat back down in her chair, a sweet smile appearing on her face: "How about it? Lingxiao. I'm afraid you won't be able to get my Milky Way Bracelet after all. This Heavenly Wood Divine Needle is one of your beloved treasures; I will gladly accept it."
"Not necessarily!" Lingxiao's complexion wasn't too good-looking, but he sneered verbally: "That Fang Han has just stepped into the Mystic Realm of Divine Power, so I'm afraid he still won't know how to employ his magic power. Yet Ye Nantian has two Treasure Artifacts on his body; the sharpness of the Eight Desolations Divine Sword and the profundity of the Rashomon, you must also be aware of. I'm afraid the victor and loser are yet unknown."
"Of course I know the profundity of the Rashomon, but how much proficiency do you think Ye Nantian can employ? Moreover, Fang Han's magic power is actually so vigorous; it has at least the strength of a hundred galloping horses. With such magic power, if you say he has just stepped into the Mystic Realm of Divine Power, who would believe it?" Jialan raised her head, clicking her tongue in praise.
"Let's just watch." Lingxiao kneaded his fingers, his gaze sharp, piercing directly towards Fang Han on the arena, seemingly wanting to see through all the secrets on Fang Han's body.
"How is it possible! How is it possible! This slave actually stepped into the Mystic Realm of Divine Power? No, it can't be! The Mystic Realm of Divine Power, reaching heaven in a single bound, more noble than an emperor!"
At this very moment, the one whose state of mind was the most hysterical was Fang Qingwei.
She stood up, trembling all over. She didn't know whether it was from agitation, anger, or fright. Her entire person fell into a state of madness, while those disciples who had originally surrounded her tightly like stars flocking around the moon subconsciously distanced themselves a bit.
Below the arena, the atmosphere was extremely fiery, and people's hearts were agitated. But upon the arena, magic power was also surging, raging like a blazing fire, ready to trigger at a touch. Even if Fang Han had been promoted to the Mystic Realm of Divine Power, the battle still needed to continue, because this was the rule of the Mountain and River Ranking, a rule inherited for a millennium.
Ye Nantian's face instantly turned pale! He had absolutely never imagined that Fang Han hid his depth so profoundly, giving him such a massive blow at this most critical moment! Although he had cultivated his physical body to the peak of the Tenth Layer of Divine Transformation, approaching the Mystic Realm of Divine Power, the closer he got, the more he knew how difficult it was to take that step, and how unattainable it was.
At the peak of the physical body, the most power one could have was just like an Asura, capable of withstanding thirteen "Black Yellow Horses" that traveled three thousand miles a day. Some with extraordinary natural endowments could at most only withstand fifteen; that was already the limit.
But even for the lowest level of the Mystic Realm of Divine Power, one was capable of using magic power to grab into empty air and catch more than eighty fierce Black Yellow Horses. In terms of strength, it was fully multiplied six or seven times! And that was not all; the nature of magic power and physical strength were entirely different. It could stretch and extend, transform at will, penetrate every crevice, release casually, fear no water, fire, or swords, and was thousands of times more flexible than a rigid physical body!
This kind of transformation required tremendous karma and tremendous vitality supplementation.
Looking at Fang Han, who was positioned high above, suspended in the air, looking coldly at him, Ye Nantian felt a sensation of being a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in his heart. But following that, a strong rush of fury swelled up in his heart, and emotions of jealousy and unyieldingness expanded.
"Fang Han, don't think you can be arrogant just because you stepped into the Mystic Realm of Divine Power. Having two Treasure Artifacts on my body is absolutely enough to defeat you! Today, I will let you know the formidable power of the Rashomon!"
While speaking, the giant steel sphere transformed from the Eight Desolations Divine Sword suddenly compressed again! Crack crack! It actually turned into a suit of armor, steel armor! Eight Desolations Battle Armor! It was somewhat similar to the Heavenly Wolf Battle Armor transformed from the Heavenly Wolf Smoke.
However, this "Eight Desolations Battle Armor" was even sturdier and fiercer than the "Heavenly Wolf Battle Armor". Within three feet of his entire body, sword light constantly swallowed and spat out, slicing. Anyone who got close to him would likely be shredded into meat paste in an instant.
Chi!
Ye Nantian's entire person erupted, transforming into a streak of flowing light and ruthlessly charging to kill Fang Han! His whole person was like a giant steel demon, wildly bombarding and slicing, launching an all-out strike!
"Didn't you want to let me have three moves? Why aren't you letting me?"
Fang Han raised his palm, his five fingers spread open, and then grabbed into empty air!
Crash clatter! The surrounding airstream was driven by magic power, actually becoming like viscous liquid jelly, freezing Ye Nantian's entire person in midair. Ye Nantian looked like a beetle caught in a spider web, struggling fiercely, roaring, and booming in anger!
"What great strength! If I hadn't consumed the Star Dipper Mana Gathering Pill, I'm afraid I really wouldn't be able to trap him!" The moment Fang Han drove his magic power to condense the airstream and envelop Ye Nantian, he felt that the power of the Eight Desolations Divine Sword was extremely great; it could probably pull down seventy or eighty fierce Black Yellow Horses at once, equivalent to a genuine expert of the Mystic Realm of Divine Power.
However, Fang Han specifically excelled in vigorous magic power, so he didn't care either. After his magic power enveloped the other party, his spirit vibrated! It ruthlessly permeated into the light of the Eight Desolations Battle Armor.
He unexpectedly intended to use magic power to forcefully snatch away the Eight Desolations Divine Sword! To obliterate Ye Nantian's blood spirit inside it.
Magical artifacts sacrifice-refined in the Physical Realm were done so by dripping blood, making them the easiest to be snatched away by others. This was also the reason why people in the Physical Realm tried their best to avoid battling experts of the Mystic Realm of Divine Power even if they possessed magical treasures.
On that day, Fang Qingxue had snatched away the Seven Fiends Gourd in a single move.
And when the Seven Fiends Gourd fell into Fang Han's hands, Jin Shitai came and shrouded it with his Green Flame divine power. Fang Han's mind immediately fell unconscious; if Yan hadn't secretly helped, it would also have been snatched away.
"Not good!"
Ye Nantian abruptly felt a spell of confusion in his mind. Fang Han's magic power firmly enveloped him, permeating into the Eight Desolations Battle Armor, shaking the blood spirit inside it. Once the blood spirit was obliterated, this Treasure Artifact would change owners.