Chapter 385 - 382: Repulsed
Chapter 385: Chapter 382: Repulsed
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The tip of the sword pierced the giant wolf’s shoulder blade and emerged from its back.
The silver wolf let out a blood-curdling howl, its massive body trembling violently.
Fang Han gave it no chance.
He gripped the sword with his right hand and slammed his left palm onto the hilt, unleashing a colossal force of over one hundred thousand pounds.
The Cloud Splitting Sword ran through the giant wolf’s shoulder blade, sinking all the way to the hilt.
The silver wolf’s enormous body crashed to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust.
It twitched a few times. The ferocious light in its dark-gold vertical pupils quickly dimmed, finally fading into nothingness.
Fang Han slowly withdrew his longsword, panting lightly.
His green robe was torn in multiple places, with wounds on his left shoulder, right arm, and waist. Blood soaked through the tattered fabric.
But he stood there, his back ramrod straight, his gaze as sharp as a sword.
Yun Qianyue stood not far away, the bright eyes behind her purple veil trembling slightly.
She watched Fang Han, watched that blood-soaked figure who still stood perfectly straight, and her heart began to pound once more.
Li Feng’s hand, gripping his saber, trembled slightly.
He stared at the silver wolf that had fallen to Fang Han’s sword, then looked back at Fang Han. He opened his mouth, but found he was speechless.
He knew Fang Han was strong.
Thirty-sixth on the Celestial Pride List, third on the Sect’s overall rankings—he had heard these titles all too often.
But he had never imagined that Fang Han was *this* strong.
Third Grade.
That was a Third-Grade creature.
A Realm countless Martial Artists could spend their entire lives striving for and never reach.
And Fang Han, with his Late Stage of Fourth Grade Cultivation, had single-handedly slain a Demon whose strength was comparable to a Third Grade Martial Artist’s.
"Senior... Senior Brother Fang actually killed a Third-Grade Demon..."
All around, the eyes of the Qingxuan Sect disciples fighting the Demons were also filled with an indescribable shock.
It was awe, admiration, and utter disbelief.
Fang Han, who was only a Late-Fourth Grade Martial Artist and hadn’t even reached the Late-Stage Fourth Grade Limit, had just slain a Demon comparable to a Third Grade Martial Artist all by himself.
Yun Qianyue hurried forward. Her cool eyes fell on the wounds covering Fang Han’s body, and her brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
"Senior Brother Fang, you’re injured."
Her voice was cool, yet it held a trace of unconcealable concern.
"Just flesh wounds. It’s nothing."
Fang Han shook his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings.
The Demons were still surging forward like a tide. Screams, roars, and the clash of weapons mingled, echoing in the night sky.
In the distance, the eight top-level battlefields were still scenes of intense combat. Each collision produced a roar like the heavens collapsing and the earth splitting asunder.
"Let’s go."
Fang Han said no more. With a flicker of his body, he once again charged toward the oncoming Demons.
Yun Qianyue and Li Feng exchanged a glance and followed close behind.
A Demon resembling a giant lizard pounced from the side, spitting corrosive venom from its mouth.
Fang Han sidestepped, swinging his Cloud Splitting Sword in a fluid motion. A flash of light from the blade, and the Demon’s head was separated from its body.
Before it could even hit the ground, another Demon, this one resembling a giant ape, charged forward with a roar, its massive fist whistling through the air as it aimed straight for Fang Han’s face.
Fang Han didn’t dodge or evade. He raised his left hand and met the attack with his palm.
Even though he had never practiced any Palm Technique, his strike was imbued with a colossal physical strength of over one hundred thousand pounds, giving his palm an extraordinary power.
BANG—!
With a dull thud, the giant ape’s fist was knocked aside by his palm, its entire arm twisting into a bizarre angle.
In the next instant, the Cloud Splitting Sword pierced its heart.
Yun Qianyue’s Swordsmanship was graceful, her blade’s light flowing like water as she tangled with a Demon.
Li Feng’s Saber Technique was sharp and fierce. His blade flashed like a bolt of white silk, forcing a Demon to retreat again and again.
Fang Han, however, was like the grim reaper, moving through the swarm of Demons.
With every slash of his Cloud Splitting Sword, another Demon fell.
One, two, three...
Ten, eleven, twelve...
After an unknown amount of time, Fang Han bisected a Demon with a single strike and paused to catch his breath.
Nearly seventy percent of the Inner Qi from his Profound Wind Technique was depleted.
He glanced at Yun Qianyue and Li Feng. Both were pale, with sweat beading on their foreheads, their breathing far less steady than before.
Meanwhile, the screams from the camp grew more and more frequent.
Dozens of yards away, a Qingxuan Sect disciple was surrounded by three Demons.
He fought with all his might to slash one back, only to be tackled from the side by another.
His scream was cut short, replaced by the sound of Demons tearing at flesh.
Further away, a few female disciples from Baihua Valley stood back-to-back, struggling to hold on.
Their clothes were soaked in blood—both the Demons’ and their own.
One of the female disciples exhausted her Inner Qi. Her Swordsmanship became erratic, and a Demon tackled her to the ground.
A scream rang out, then was drowned out by the roars of the Demons.
Over by the Vajra Temple group, the golden light surrounding a young monk dimmed as several Demons lunged forward to bite and tear at him.
His golden monk’s robe was quickly soaked in blood, and the light was completely extinguished.
A disciple from the Overlord Blade Sect, his Inner Qi severely depleted, found his saber strikes growing noticeably weaker.
He slashed back one Demon, only to be pounced on from behind by another.
His angry roar was quickly swallowed by the screeches of the Demons.
A disciple from the Lingyun Sword Sect stood with his sword, the Sword Qi around him dissipating.
He gasped for air, his face as white as paper, barely able to keep a firm grip on his sword.
Three Demons pounced simultaneously. He managed a weak thrust that struck one, but the other two tackled him to the ground.
Screams rose and fell one after another.
Every scream signified a life being extinguished.
Fang Han’s gaze swept across the scene, his heart sinking.
The fallen disciples were from the Qingxuan Sect, the Vajra Temple, the Overlord Blade Sect, the Lingyun Sword Sect, Baihua Valley, Tingyu Building, and the Netherworld Pavilion.
Every Sect had suffered casualties.
And yet, the number of Demons they were fighting did not seem to be decreasing.
’We’ll be worn down and killed if this keeps up.’
A chill ran through Fang Han’s heart.
He glanced at Yun Qianyue and Li Feng. Their faces were pale and their auras were weak; they were clearly nearing their limits as well.
"Prepare to break out," Fang Han said in a low voice.
Yun Qianyue froze for a moment, then understood.
She nodded without a word, merely tightening her grip on her sword.
Li Feng also nodded, his saber angled toward the ground, ready to strike.
Fang Han scanned the area, searching for a direction where the Demons were less dense.
Just then—
BOOM—!!!
A world-shaking explosion erupted from one of the eight top-level battlefields.
Fang Han’s gaze shot toward the sound.
He saw Vice Hall Master Chen Wanjun of the Qingxuan Sect erupt in a brilliant golden light. The ancient long saber in his hand transformed into a golden Sword Gang dozens of yards long.
The Sword Gang was so condensed it looked solid. Wielding a terrifying Momentum that could annihilate anything, it slashed down on the giant golden tiger.
The golden tiger let out a piercing roar as a hideous wound appeared on its massive body.
Blood rained down like a torrential downpour, dyeing the area dozens of yards below a dark red.
Staggering, the golden tiger, whose strength surpassed that of an ordinary First Grade Martial Artist, collapsed with a thunderous crash.
Chen Wanjun lowered his saber and stood, panting slightly.
His gaze swept over the battlefield. With a flicker, his body transformed into a streak of golden light and shot toward the ordinary Demons that were running rampant.
With a single palm strike, dozens of Demons were turned into meat paste.
With a single slash of his saber, another swath of Demons was slain.
He moved like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. The Demons that the ordinary disciples struggled to fend off were utterly defenseless before him.
’Vice Hall Master Chen won!’
Fang Han felt a great sense of relief.
At almost the same time—
In the direction of the Vajra Temple, the old monk with the white beard and eyebrows burst forth with a brilliant golden light.
He pressed his palms together, and a golden Buddha statue over a hundred feet tall materialized behind him, striking down with its palm.
The giant bear he was fighting was slammed deep into the ground by this palm strike. Its chest bones were completely shattered and caved in, and its enormous body collapsed with a thud.
The old monk chanted a Buddhist mantra, then flickered and charged toward the ordinary Demons as well.
From the direction of Tingyu Building, the plain-faced man moved like a phantom, flickering around the giant crocodile.
With every flicker, another wound appeared on the giant crocodile’s body.
After dozens of flickers, the crocodile’s immense body crashed to the ground, covered in a dense web of wounds, blood pouring out like a river.
He didn’t stop, vanishing into the swarm of Demons. Every time he reappeared, a swath of Demons would fall.
Three top-level experts had killed the Demons they were fighting at almost the same time.
They were all elites among First Grade Martial Artists. If the Demons they fought hadn’t been both comparable to First Grade Martial Artists and extraordinarily powerful, the fight would never have taken them so long.
With these three joining the slaughter of the ordinary Demons, the tide of battle reversed in an instant.
The Demons that the ordinary disciples could barely hold back were like paper before them.
With every move they made, dozens of Demons were killed.
The pressure on everyone instantly lessened.
Fang Han killed an oncoming Demon with his sword and took a shallow breath. He glanced at Yun Qianyue and Li Feng and said,
"We probably don’t need to break out. Let’s just hold on a little longer."
Yun Qianyue nodded without speaking.
She tightened her grip on her sword, her gaze uncontrollably drawn to Fang Han.
That blood-soaked figure seemed clearer in her eyes than ever before.
Li Feng took a deep breath, raised his saber again, and charged toward a Demon.
Time passed amid the slaughter.
「One hour later...」
The last top-level battlefield finally had a victor.
Petals danced around the graceful, middle-aged woman from Baihua Valley.
The petals spun, forming a dragon of flowers that coiled around the giant scorpion.
The flower dragon tightened, and cracks appeared on the giant scorpion’s hard carapace before it shattered completely.
The giant scorpion’s mangled body collapsed with a crash.
With the fall of this last First-Grade Demon, the remaining Demons finally broke.
They let out terrified shrieks, no longer attacking, and instead turned to flee deep into the mountain forest.
Like an ebbing tide, the crimson points of light vanished swiftly into the darkness.
In the stronghold, the surviving Martial Artists didn’t pursue the fleeing Demons. Although they had repelled the attack, they were also at the end of their strength.
Some were panting heavily, others collapsed to the ground, and some who were already severely injured fainted as soon as the tension broke.
A few female disciples, seeing their close senior and junior sisters lying dead, simply began to weep.
The air was thick with the stench of blood. The ground was soaked, sticky and slick underfoot.
There were bodies everywhere—human and Demon alike.
Some were whole, some were mutilated, and some were beyond recognition.
A testament to the brutality of the battle.