NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 88: It’s Going to Leave a Stain
As Xue Qiang intercepted Wan Xiaojian's attack, stopping it from hitting Feng Fan's exposed back, Su Liqin and the remaining Blue Dragon Sect disciple lunged forward with their swords, both aiming for Feng Fan's chest.
"Killing Dragon Dive!" they shouted in unison.
An illusory dragon spread its wings behind them as they charged together, their swords gleaming with spiritual energy as they aimed at Feng Fan's chest.
At the same time, Feng Fan's brick had already flown back to him. He gripped it with his right hand.
Without missing a beat, he calmly circulated his cultivation technique and flexed his muscles to brace for the incoming attack.
Their swords pierced his skin slightly but stopped short of penetrating further, blocked by the formidable strength of his reinforced muscles.
"Impossible!" Su Liqin exclaimed, his voice trembling. "How can your body be this strong? These swords are top-tier Common artifacts!"
Feng Fan smirked, letting the spiritual energy from their attacks seep into his body as he circulated his technique to absorb it. His gaze shifted to Su Liqin, predatory and unforgiving.
"It's Payback Time," he said coldly.
The spiritual qi from their attacks, together with his own, fussed together and empowered the Suppression Relic and created a devastating force.
The Suppression Relic in his hand shot forward like a blur, aimed directly at Su Liqin's head. Su Liqin raised his sword in desperation to block the attack, but it wasn't enough.
When the weapons clashed, Su Liqin's sword shattered like glass, the fragments scattering to the ground.
Su Liqin's eyes widened in sheer terror as the brick continued its trajectory.
Smash!
The blow landed, and Su Liqin's head exploded into a grisly mess. His headless body collapsed to the ground, lifeless and drenched in blood.
Feng Fan turned his blood-splattered face toward Su Liqin's remaining companion, a wicked grin curling on his lips.
"Your turn, my friend," he said, his tone mocking and menacing.
The last Blue Dragon Sect disciple froze in terror, his face pale as a sheet. Dropping his sword, he turned and ran, his legs moving as fast as they could carry him, desperate to escape the same fate as his comrades.
Feng Fan didn't let the man escape. Channeling his spiritual qi, he infused it into the brick before hurling it toward the fleeing disciple.
The brick struck the back of the man's exposed head with brutal precision, the impact sending him crashing to the ground. His lifeless body lay still, the escape attempt ending in his death.
The crowd watched in awe. A cultivator at the 1st level of Foundation Establishment had just killed two peers and a cultivator at the 2nd level with alarming ease.
"I've never heard of him before. How could someone this powerful be unknown?"
Feng Fan ignored the murmurs and turned his attention to Xue Qiang. Her spear was still embedded in Wan Xiaojian's head, the flames from her technique slowly consuming his face.
She glanced back at Feng Fan, her expression slightly irritated.
"He ruined my dress with his blood," she said, her tone cold yet laced with annoyance. "I think it's going to leave a stain."
Feng Fan gave her a wry smile. "Don't worry. An immortal sect must have ways to deal with a simple stain. And if they don't, I'll buy you a new dress. How does that sound?"
Xue Qiang's expression brightened, and she nodded cheerfully. "Alright."
"Good. Let's get out of here. I think we've attracted enough attention for one day."
Feng Fan moved swiftly to his defeated opponents, removing their space rings from their dead bodies. With a flick of his wrist, he enlarged the brick in front of him.
He extended his hand to Xue Qiang, who accepted it with a warm smile before stepping onto the brick to stand beside him.
Together, they ascended into the air, leaving the curious crowd behind as they flew toward a dense forest surrounding the city.
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On the third floor of the Crimson Moon Banquet Hall, the woman smiled faintly as she watched Feng Fan and Xue Qiang leave.
She carefully placed her mirror artifact back into her space ring before standing up and heading toward the stairs.
The man who had been standing silently by her side spoke cautiously. "Your Highness, are you leaving already?"
Without bothering to turn around, she responded softly. "The show is over. I'll make sure to remember his name, Feng Fan of the White Crow Sect."
As she descended the stairs, a faint smile graced her lips. 'This young generation competition just got a lot more interesting.'
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Feng Fan and Xue Qiang, standing atop the Suppression Relic, slowly descended from the skies toward a small waterfall.
They landed on the riverbank, where the cascading water met the stream below. Sitting on the edge, their legs dangled above the flowing river as they took in the serene beauty of nature.
"Fanfan," Xue Qiang said softly. "Sometimes I miss home, but I'm truly happy we came here. Being here gives me the chance to be with you… forever."
As she spoke, she gently hugged his left arm and rested her head on his shoulder.
Feng Fan smiled, a warm sense of happiness spreading through him from the tender moment they shared.
"Yeah," he replied.
He placed his left hand lightly on her thigh, and with his free hand, he softly caressed her head, tucking her hair behind her ear.
Leaning in, he pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead, sealing the romantic atmosphere between them.
"Will you be with me forever?" she asked, lifting her head from his shoulder to look him in the eyes.
Feng Fan nodded with a gentle smile. "Yes, I promise to be with you forever, Qinqing."
They closed their eyes, their faces drawing closer as they prepared to share a tender kiss. But just before their lips could meet, a sudden wave of danger swept over Feng Fan.
His eyes snapped open instinctively as he activated his cultivation technique, his spiritual qi surging.
Through his spiritual qi vision, he saw an unusual mass of energy surrounding them.
'An array!' he thought, his expression hardening as the romantic moment turned into a tense one.