From the Heavens Descended an Immortal Sister

With a casual wave, a red breath scattered the surrounding dust like a storm.

In the huge pit, Fang Ren's chest was still sunken, a trace of fresh blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. Seeing this, the crowd gasped in shock, realizing that if they had suffered such an injury, they would probably be lying on the ground gasping for breath by now.

Xia Fu Lan saw this and sneered from the corner of her mouth, "Can you still stand up?"

No sooner had she spoken than she showed no signs of holding back, as hundreds of longswords gathered around her again, transforming into a blue light that charged towards Fang Ren.

Mu Huanqing had already risen from her seat, with her True Qi fluctuating unreservedly and her Spirit Form revealed above her head.

She had originally wanted to rush over directly, but she noticed that there wasn't a trace of strain on Fang Ren's face. Suddenly, she hesitated.

If Fang Ren was determined to fight until he lost consciousness, her intervention would probably upset him.

After briefly considering the matter, Mu Huanqing, despite the puzzled looks from various Family Heads, chose not to intervene. After all, she could smack Xia Fu Lan into the ground at any time.

The chairperson of the council frowned at this sight. The victor had already been determined, yet Princess Fulan was still hellbent on being ruthless. However, he couldn't declare the result just yet given it was their agreement to fight until one lost consciousness, regardless of victory or defeat.

Watching Xia Fu Lan approach like a stream of light, Fang Ren simply gave up on using Sword Dao. Frankly speaking, although Sword Dao was exceptionally powerful, many large-scale tactics were not convenient for him to use at present; fists were more reliable.

It was supposed to be a contest of Sword Dao, but now that both had resorted to body techniques, it wouldn't be excessive for him to use his fists either.

Bang—

Hundreds of flying swords transformed into sword wings, heavily smashing onto Fang Ren, sending him flying into the air as blood splattered from his body.

"Heh, if you admit defeat now, Fang Ren, I can still leave you some dignity. Otherwise, you won't even be able to sit in a wheelchair at the wedding the day after tomorrow," Xia Fu Lan said with a chuckle as she observed the "agonizing" Fang Ren.

After a flip in the air, Fang Ren landed and finally looked at Xia Fu Lan, saying, "Use everything you've got."

Her smile froze on Xia Fu Lan's face, and a torrent of rage surged through her heart. To think that this man still wanted to put on a brave face!

Want dignity?

Well, I, Xia Fu Lan, will refuse to give it to you!

Xia Fu Lan didn't hesitate to smash another sword wing onto Fang Ren, who blocked with his arms but was still knocked back several hundred meters.

She didn't stop. Immediately, her figure flew forward, and another sword wing slammed down from above Fang Ren, pummeling him into the pit and followed by continuous assaults.

The area trembled non-stop as both figures were engulfed by the dust in the sky, but the sounds emanating from within were unrelenting attacks from Xia Fu Lan's sword wings.

After approximately hundreds of attacks, Xia Fu Lan suddenly halted, and four longswords emerged from the sword wings behind her, floating above Fang Ren's limbs. By this time, Fang Ren was battered beyond recognition, with countless bones in his body broken.

"Fang Ren! Think about how disgusted Bai Qi must feel watching you pinned to the ground," Xia Fu Lan said, her face contorted with a cold sneer as she looked at Fang Ren.

"Is your assault over?" Fang Ren asked while lying on the ground.

His words seemed to trigger the deepest anger within Xia Fu Lan, as her expression turned fierce. The four longswords all simultaneously stabbed into Fang Ren's limbs.

She wanted to see Fang Ren's face twisted in fear, but even now, he was still smiling!

"You bastard! Let everyone see how you embarrass yourself!"

After speaking, Xia Fu Lan prepared to circulate her True Qi to disperse the surrounding dust, to reveal her triumphant stance to everyone, and to display Fang Ren's wretched condition.

"Nine Techniques of Lethal Combat, Tier Six."

Just as Xia Fu Lan was about to disperse the dust, Fang Ren, with an excited smile on his face, lazily uttered a few words.

Boom—

The next instant, a red breath exploded from Fang Ren's body like divine molten lava, and Xia Fu Lan immediately raised her Sword Shield to guard against it.

The red breath that erupted at that moment blasted her hundreds of meters away!

As the dust cleared, the longswords lodged in Fang Ren's limbs melted away.

The crowd, witnessing Fang Ren's hundred-zhang-tall, skyward red glow, were shaken once again. Both individuals appeared to be monsters. Just when they thought it was over, it seemed the actual battle had just begun.

"So you don't mind if I beat you into the state I was just in, right?"

Fang Ren stood in the pit, looking at Xia Fu Lan a hundred meters away, unable to contain the excited smile on his face. A savage killing intent kept spreading through his nerves, and suddenly, he quite fancied seeing Xia Fu Lan smashed into a pulp.

This was the hallmark of the Asura Path Tier 2, ruthless slaughter, almost an uncontrollable stimulant.

Xia Fu Lan removed the Sword Shield and looked at Fang Ren across from her. For some reason, she suddenly felt a chill at her back, always feeling there was something about this guy that instinctively frightened her.

Whizz—

A shadow flashed by; the red aura still lingered in place, but Fang Ren had already arrived next to her seemingly out of nowhere!

In a panic, Xia Fu Lan hurriedly swung the Jade Water Linglong Sword she held in her hand, but before she could even move, she felt an immense force slam into her face!

Boom—

Her figure violently flew backward, crashing into the protective barrier of the president, instantly spreading cracks several dozen meters long across the shield, nearly scaring the students inside to wet themselves.

"How is this possible!"

Just as Xia Fu Lan tried to get up, another blur streaked by, and there was Fang Ren with a cruel smile on his face, already upon her, his entire body's red aura causing the True Qi on her body to scatter.

"Wait... wait a minute!"

Xia Fu Lan had just opened her mouth when Fang Ren, standing on top of her, punched her in the head.

Thud—

The substantial Shield cracked even more. The president saw this and was completely dumbfounded; his all-out Shield couldn't withstand two punches from Fang Ren!

How much force must be in those punches that landed on Princess Fulan's head?

Bang bang bang—

Continuous, deafening punches rained down on Xia Fu Lan's face, causing her entire body to convulse from the intense pain, nearly passing out from the agony of the moment.

Crack—

The Shield shattered, and the president was in a total panic. The students below the Shield, some of them unable to control their bladders, unleashed their waterworks recklessly.

Fang Ren grabbed Xia Fu Lan's head, moved his arm, and she swiftly crashed into the other side of the large Shield. Fang Ren's figure turned into a shadow, appearing in front of her once again.

"Don't..."

At this point, Xia Fu Lan's face was twisted, all her True Qi dissipating, her eyes filled with extreme fear.

She couldn't see any intention of stopping in this guy's eyes! He wanted to kill her outright!

But before she could say the words, Fang Ren's rainstorm-like attacks came again, unabated, utterly merciless, each punch falling like a thunderous explosion.

Crack—

That Shield was also blasted by him!

Yet he still showed no intention of stopping. The cruel emotions in his head grew more severe. If a few more such punches landed, Xia Fu Lan's Dantian would be shattered!

"Stop!"

Suddenly, from the specially arranged seats, a golden Sword Qi slashed through the air, heading straight for the punch that Fang Ren was about to land.

The golden Sword Qi was too fast. Even though Fang Ren had sensed it early, he still had no chance to evade! The owner of this golden Sword Qi was intent on severing his hand!

Whizz—

Just at that moment, a silver light arrived in front of Fang Ren. The Hundred Martial Divine Weapon was activated and directly swatted the incoming golden Sword Qi into the sky.

Boom!

The golden Sword Qi exploded in the sky.

In everyone's view, Mu Huanqing, who had been seated in the special area, had disappeared, and Song Mobei had stood up, holding a golden Longsword in his hand, his gaze icy cold.

In the middle of the arena, Mu Huanqing emitted a silver radiance all over her body, standing in front of Fang Ren. The Hundred Martial Divine Weapon in her hand spun continuously, like an extremely sturdy Shield.

Her mood wasn't great either, her expression cold and angry.

If her junior sister couldn't beat him, her senior brother would cut off Fang Ren's hand?

If her husband couldn't win, was she supposed to just go and annihilate the Tiandao Sword Sect?