Chapter 34: Slashing the Enemy! Killing a Foundation Establishment Cultivator

"This boy, his strength is actually this formidable!"

Liu Yansong felt increasingly alarmed as the battle progressed. He had originally assumed that by joining forces with Liu Quan, he could easily defeat Lin Fan, yet to his surprise, they had fallen into a stalemate.

"Liu Quan, use your ultimate technique!"

Liu Yansong shouted, swinging his long blade to unleash an even more ferocious blade aura toward Lin Fan.

"Understood!"

Liu Quan responded, flicking his flying sword, which transformed into a streak of silver light as it pierced toward Lin Fan.

Lin Fan’s gaze sharpened. He swung his Frost-Condensing Sword, sending a sword aura to meet the blade strike. Simultaneously, with a thought, the Mysterious Water Shield manifested before him.

"Clang!"

The sword aura and the blade aura collided with a thunderous roar. The blade aura was shattered, and the sword aura dissipated into the air.

"Bang!"

Liu Quan’s flying sword struck the Mysterious Water Shield with a dull thud. Ripples spread across the surface of the shield, effectively blocking the attack.

"A mid-grade defensive magic treasure!"

Liu Yansong and Liu Quan’s expressions shifted. They had not expected Lin Fan to possess such an item.

"Humph! Even if you have a mid-grade defensive magic treasure, so what? Today, you shall surely die!"

Liu Yansong sneered, once again brandishing his blade at Lin Fan. Liu Quan also channeled his flying sword, launching another assault.

Lin Fan remained calm, using the Frost-Condensing Sword to parry Liu Yansong while utilizing the Mysterious Water Shield to deflect Liu Quan’s blade. The three of them remained locked in a stalemate.

"Son-in-law, I am here to help you!"

Just then, Su Mei let out a sharp cry. She flicked her pink long whip, aiming to entangle Liu Yansong.

"Help me hold off Liu Yansong; I will deal with Liu Quan!" Lin Fan instructed.

"Very well!" Su Mei agreed, ascending into the air to engage Liu Yansong.

With one opponent removed, the pressure on Lin Fan eased significantly. The Frost-Condensing Sword whistled as it struck toward Liu Quan.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The Frost-Condensing Sword and the silvery flying sword collided repeatedly, producing ringing sounds of metal hitting metal, scattering sparks and stirring up spiritual energy.

"This boy—his control over the flying sword is exquisite!" Liu Quan was growing more horrified. He realized that while Lin Fan’s swordsmanship seemed chaotic, it secretly adhered to certain fundamental truths of heaven and earth, making it elusive. Lin Fan was only suppressing him because his cultivation was slightly higher and his spiritual sense far stronger.

Realizing that this path led nowhere, Liu Quan’s face twisted into a snarl.

"Boy, being able to die under my 'Cold Ice Sword Art' should be considered your honor!" Liu Quan grinned hideously. His flying sword transformed into a silver stream of light, carrying a bone-chilling cold as it stabbed toward Lin Fan.

"Husband, watch out!" Su Xingyue cried out, her heart leaping into her throat.

Lin Fan’s eyes narrowed; he sensed that the power of this strike far exceeded any previous one.

"Mysterious Water Shield!"

Lin Fan whispered. Above the shield, waves flowed, faint runes flickered, and a subtle mist of water emanated from it.

"Go!"

Lin Fan channeled his spiritual energy into the shield. It blazed with light, and a screen of water manifested before him.

"Boom!"

The silver stream of light slammed into the water screen with a massive roar. The barrier trembled violently but did not break.

"Blocked?" A flash of surprise crossed Liu Quan’s eyes. He had not anticipated that Lin Fan’s defensive treasure would be so potent.

"Again!" Liu Quan roared. His flying sword flew out once more, unleashing a rain of silver sword auras toward Lin Fan.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

The sword auras struck the water screen repeatedly, creating crisp, rapid-fire sounds. But the barrier held firm, showing no signs of breaking under such a dense barrage.

A cold glint flashed in Lin Fan’s eyes. He poured his internal spiritual energy madly into the Frost-Condensing Sword. The sword flared brilliantly, and a sharp, piercing sword intent soared into the sky.

"Slash!"

Lin Fan shouted, and the Frost-Condensing Sword struck toward Liu Quan with unstoppable momentum.

"Oh no!" Liu Quan’s expression changed drastically; he felt the power of this blow far exceed his imagination. He lunged backward, but it was too late. The sword was too fast, reaching him in an instant.

"Pfft!"

Blood flashed. Deep wounds, exposing bone, appeared on Liu Quan’s chest, and blood surged out.

"Ah!"

Liu Quan screamed as he was sent flying backward.

"Sever!" Lin Fan commanded, forming a sword seal. With a flash of light, Liu Quan’s head was cleanly severed. His body tumbled from the air like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust. The blood stained the earth beneath him, a shocking sight.

The Liu family camp fell into a deathly silence. Everyone stared, eyes wide, unable to believe what they were seeing. Their pride, the Great Elder, had died just like that? Killed by an obscure young man?

Fear, like a plague, spread among the Liu family cultivators. Terror was written on every face.

"How... how is this possible?"

Liu Yansong’s face turned ghastly pale, his eyes filled with horror. He never imagined Liu Quan would be defeated so quickly and so thoroughly. The previously balanced situation had been shattered in an instant.

Su Mei was also stunned, but she recovered quickly, a flash of joy in her eyes.

"Liu Yansong, what do you have to say for yourself now?"

Su Mei sneered, flicking her whip to attack him once more.

"Damn it!" Liu Yansong cursed under his breath, hurriedly swinging his blade to defend. But now, his will to fight was gone; he only wanted to retreat.

Lin Fan would not grant him that chance. He flashed forward, blocking Liu Yansong’s path.

"Want to leave? It’s not that easy!"

Lin Fan snorted, his Frost-Condensing Sword turning into a streak of light, aiming directly for Liu Yansong’s vitals.

"Boy, don't push me too far!" Liu Yansong roared, meeting the sword with his own blade.

"Clang!"

The blades collided with a sharp sound. Lin Fan’s strength was indeed superior to his!

"Everyone, attack together! Kill him!"

Knowing he was no match for Lin Fan, Liu Yansong desperately called for help from the other Liu cultivators. But by now, they were terrified by Lin Fan’s prowess; who dared to step forward?

"Attack! If I die, everyone in the Liu family will die!" Liu Yansong bellowed.

"Kill!" someone in the Liu family shouted.

"Courting death!"

Lin Fan’s eyes turned icy. He swung his sword, sending several sword auras flying out.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Several Liu family cultivators were pierced through before they could even scream, falling to the ground dead.

"Fine, fine, fine!" Liu Yansong’s expression turned savage. Gritting his teeth, he pulled a blood-red pill from his storage bag and swallowed it.

"Blood Fiend Pill?" Su Mei’s expression changed upon seeing this.

"That is a secret medicine of the Blood Fiend Sect. It can temporarily boost one's cultivation, but the side effects are severe. Liu Yansong is going for broke!" Su Xingyue exclaimed.

"Hahaha... Su Mei, this is what you forced me to do!"

After swallowing the pill, Liu Yansong’s aura climbed frantically. Foundation Establishment Early Stage... Foundation Establishment Mid-Stage! His cultivation had been forcibly raised to the mid-stage in an instant!

"Now, all of you go to hell!"

Liu Yansong laughed wildly, his eyes turning blood-red as he exuded a bloodthirsty aura. He brandished his black blade and charged at Lin Fan and Su Mei.

"Husband, watch out!"

Lin Fan and Su Mei exchanged a glance and joined forces to meet Liu Yansong.

"Overestimating yourselves!"

Liu Yansong sneered, swinging his long blade with a ferocious aura toward them.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Lin Fan and Su Mei blocked together, but they were still forced back several steps by the force of the blade.

"Pfft!"

Su Mei was careless for a moment, and Liu Yansong’s blade struck her chest, causing blood to flow freely.

"Mother!"

"Hehe... Su Mei, go to hell!"

Liu Yansong laughed triumphantly, his eyes gleaming with cruelty. With a flick of his finger, his long blade turned into an aura, striking toward Su Mei once more.

Lin Fan frowned. He patted his waist and produced a golden talisman. He shifted his body, standing in front of Su Mei.

"Diamond Talisman!"

Lin Fan whispered, sticking the talisman to his body. Instantly, a golden light shield enveloped him.

"Clang!"

Liu Yansong’s blade struck the shield formed by the talisman with a thunderous sound. The light shield shuddered but did not break.

"What is this?"

Liu Yansong froze, not expecting Lin Fan to possess such a defensive talisman.