"Senior Brother Li, it seems Senior Brother Zhang is caught in a heavy siege. Aren't you going to help him?" Song Hesong asked with a worried expression.
Recalling Senior Brother Zhang's strength from Li Fan's memories, he shook his head.
"Let alone four ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators, even if someone at the early Golden Core stage comes, they might not be able to do anything to Senior Brother."
Hearing this, Song Hesong showed a strange expression, as if confirming Li Fan's words.
With a furious shout from Chu Liang, four rays of light simultaneously burst forth, about to bombard Senior Brother Zhang.
At this critical moment, a purple mirror suddenly appeared above his head, forming a protective barrier around him.
Instantly, the four rays of light were reflected back.
Chu Liang and the other three attacking Senior Brother Zhang did not anticipate this turn of events. Caught off guard, their own attacks hit them.
"A mere speck dares to shine brightly!" Senior Brother Zhang's purple lightning imprint between his eyebrows emitted a terrifying light.
Threads of purple lightning surrounded his body, exuding a formidable aura.
A menacing halberd, full of murderous intent, slowly manifested in Senior Brother Zhang's hands.
Pointing the halberd at Chu Liang and the others, he sneered, "Today, I will let you all see the difference between the true inheritance of a major sect and the miscellaneous practices of rogue cultivators!"
Before his words finished, Senior Brother Zhang flashed to the nearest enemy.
With a swing of his halberd, purple lightning resembling a dragon ruthlessly swallowed the opponent without mercy.
"Ah!"
The person only managed to let out a scream before disappearing in the raging purple light.
In an instant, one out of the four was gone.
The remaining few were unavoidably terrified.
Chu Liang shouted, "Fellow Daoist Song, why not take action now? What are you waiting for!"
Hearing this, Li Fan's expression changed.
Before he could react, he felt eight blood-red chains suddenly appear beside him, entwining him.
Then, a force completely surpassing the Foundation Establishment stage struck his back.
Similarly, a purple mirror appeared above his head, forming a shield that slightly reduced the force.
However, the force was too overwhelming. The protective light of the purple mirror only held for a moment before shattering into countless specks of starlight.
Taking a direct hit, Li Fan spat out a mouthful of blood, and his aura rapidly declined.
But the opponent was unrelenting.
Looking back, Li Fan saw Song Hesong, emotionless, wielding a blood-red giant hammer.
With majestic force, the hammer strikes continued, seemingly about to kill Li Fan on the spot.
At the critical moment of his death, a jade pendant on Li Fan's chest suddenly shattered.
A giant hand, entirely composed of purple lightning, formed from the fragments of the jade pendant.
With a single-handed seal, it locked onto Song Hesong.
Above his head, dark clouds gathered in an instant.
A massive purple thunderbolt, as thick as a water bucket, struck down towards Song Hesong.
Song Hesong showed a fierce expression, refusing to dodge or evade, preparing to endure the blow and kill Li Fan first.
In the blink of an eye, a long halberd flew from a distance, intercepting the blood-red giant hammer.
Senior Brother Zhang appeared in an instant, arriving at Li Fan's side and supporting him.
"Are you okay, Junior Brother?"
As he spoke, he passed a strand of spiritual energy to help Li Fan stabilize his injuries.
Then, with a solemn expression, he looked at Song Hesong.
At this moment, the spiritual energy in Li Fan's body had slowly recovered from the shock. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, squinting his eyes and staring at Song Hesong.
This person suddenly turned against them and erupted with strength far beyond the surface of the late Foundation Establishment stage.
Indeed, it was beyond Li Fan's expectations.
Coupled with the fact that he was currently occupying someone else's body and was not familiar with the techniques, it was unexpected and almost led to a fatal sneak attack.
Fortunately, the original owner, Li Chen, was still an inner disciple of the Purple Heaven Sect, with many means of self-defence, allowing him to barely escape a disaster.
Now looking at Song Hesong, it seemed that this person had suffered serious injuries from being struck by the Purple Heaven Royal Thunder.
However, immediately after that, numerous green life force energies floated up from Ningyuan City below, rapidly restoring his injuries.
In just a moment, he was completely healed.
Song Hesong's face turned gloomy, and the blood-red giant hammer transformed into a long sword, held in his hand.
Chu Liang and the other two arrived from afar, surrounding the two Purple Heaven Sect cultivators in the center.
Ignoring the three Foundation Establishment cultivators like Chu Liang, Senior Brother Zhang looked at Song Hesong, his brows furrowed.
"Mid-Golden Core stage? Manager Song, have you also cultivated that so-called new technique?" Song Hesong wore a mocking expression.
"Why not? After toiling away for half of my life for your Purple Heaven Sect, I only managed to secure a position as an outer city manager," Song Hesong sneered.
"In addition to a shallow cultivation in the 'Purple Heaven Thundercalling Technique,' all I receive is a meager amount of spiritual stones every year.
"I'm afraid I will remain stuck at the Foundation Establishment stage until I grow old."
Song Hesong continued with resentment, "I refuse to face failure simply because I have little talent! After switching to the new technique, I achieved Foundation Establishment in five years and Golden Core in ten!"
"Senior Brother Zhang, what do you think about my talent?"
Zhang Qianmo looked at the thick blood-red aura lingering around Song Hesong, and a murderous intent emerged in his eyes. "Evil devil! I will definitely eliminate you!"
As if hearing the world's funniest joke, Song Hesong burst into laughter, mockery evident on his face. "Evil devil? You so-called prestigious sects treat ordinary people like livestock, extracting their life force, and refining Longevity Fruits."
"Such extremely wicked methods, and you dare to call others evil devils?"
"I think you are the real devils!"
The blood-red aura on Song Hesong's body surged along with his angry words.
Zhang Qianmo's expression remained unchanged. "Mortals receive our protection and must pay a price. Outside the wilderness, demons and beasts are rampant. Mortals are like food."
"If it weren't for our immortal sect guarding them, where could they live peacefully for so long?"
"You think you can disturb my Dao heart with a few delusional words?"
In Zhang Qianmo's eyes, the purple color became even more intense.
Pointing his long halberd at Song Hesong, he declared, "Even though you're at the Golden Core stage, today, I will still kill you!"
Under Zhang Qianmo's pointed halberd, Song Hesong's breath seemed to be affected, and it momentarily stagnated.
But soon, he became somewhat ashamed and angered.
"I've long heard about the exceptional talents of the inner sect disciples. Today, I'll have to ask you to teach me!"
With that, the blood-red long sword in his hand instantly split into six, facing Zhang Qianmo's long halberd.
On Li Fan's side, Chu Liang and the other two cultivators surrounded him.
Facing the siege of three cultivators at the same level, Li Fan remained calm.
Activating the Purple Heaven Royal Thunder Technique, he took out his spiritual weapon, a long spear.
Shaking the body of the spear, it emitted a sound resembling a dragon's roar.
Li Fan engaged the three cultivators in a battle.
Initially, Li Fan was not very familiar with the techniques he could use.
There was always a sense of stiffness in his attacks.
The three cultivators easily dodged each spear attack.
Although Chu Liang and the other two were at the same cultivation level as Li Fan, having begun cultivation halfway through their lives, their attack methods were weaker by more than a bit.
Li Fan dealt with them with ease.
As time passed and Li Fan became more familiar with his own spells, his attacks became increasingly sharp and deadly.
Chu Liang and his two companions gradually fell into a disadvantage.
"Senior Brother Li, it seems Senior Brother Zhang is caught in a heavy siege. Aren't you going to help him?" Song Hesong asked with a worried expression.
Recalling Senior Brother Zhang's strength from Li Fan's memories, he shook his head.
"Let alone four ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators, even if someone at the early Golden Core stage comes, they might not be able to do anything to Senior Brother."
Hearing this, Song Hesong showed a strange expression, as if confirming Li Fan's words.
With a furious shout from Chu Liang, four rays of light simultaneously burst forth, about to bombard Senior Brother Zhang.
At this critical moment, a purple mirror suddenly appeared above his head, forming a protective barrier around him.
Instantly, the four rays of light were reflected back.
Chu Liang and the other three attacking Senior Brother Zhang did not anticipate this turn of events. Caught off guard, their own attacks hit them.
"A mere speck dares to shine brightly!" Senior Brother Zhang's purple lightning imprint between his eyebrows emitted a terrifying light.
Threads of purple lightning surrounded his body, exuding a formidable aura.
A menacing halberd, full of murderous intent, slowly manifested in Senior Brother Zhang's hands.
Pointing the halberd at Chu Liang and the others, he sneered, "Today, I will let you all see the difference between the true inheritance of a major sect and the miscellaneous practices of rogue cultivators!"
Before his words finished, Senior Brother Zhang flashed to the nearest enemy.
With a swing of his halberd, purple lightning resembling a dragon ruthlessly swallowed the opponent without mercy.
"Ah!"
The person only managed to let out a scream before disappearing in the raging purple light.
In an instant, one out of the four was gone.
The remaining few were unavoidably terrified.
Chu Liang shouted, "Fellow Daoist Song, why not take action now? What are you waiting for!"
Hearing this, Li Fan's expression changed.
Before he could react, he felt eight blood-red chains suddenly appear beside him, entwining him.
Then, a force completely surpassing the Foundation Establishment stage struck his back.
Similarly, a purple mirror appeared above his head, forming a shield that slightly reduced the force.
However, the force was too overwhelming. The protective light of the purple mirror only held for a moment before shattering into countless specks of starlight.
Taking a direct hit, Li Fan spat out a mouthful of blood, and his aura rapidly declined.
But the opponent was unrelenting.
Looking back, Li Fan saw Song Hesong, emotionless, wielding a blood-red giant hammer.
With majestic force, the hammer strikes continued, seemingly about to kill Li Fan on the spot.
At the critical moment of his death, a jade pendant on Li Fan's chest suddenly shattered.
A giant hand, entirely composed of purple lightning, formed from the fragments of the jade pendant.
With a single-handed seal, it locked onto Song Hesong.
Above his head, dark clouds gathered in an instant.
A massive purple thunderbolt, as thick as a water bucket, struck down towards Song Hesong.
Song Hesong showed a fierce expression, refusing to dodge or evade, preparing to endure the blow and kill Li Fan first.
In the blink of an eye, a long halberd flew from a distance, intercepting the blood-red giant hammer.
Senior Brother Zhang appeared in an instant, arriving at Li Fan's side and supporting him.
"Are you okay, Junior Brother?"
As he spoke, he passed a strand of spiritual energy to help Li Fan stabilize his injuries.
Then, with a solemn expression, he looked at Song Hesong.
At this moment, the spiritual energy in Li Fan's body had slowly recovered from the shock. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, squinting his eyes and staring at Song Hesong.
This person suddenly turned against them and erupted with strength far beyond the surface of the late Foundation Establishment stage.
Indeed, it was beyond Li Fan's expectations.
Coupled with the fact that he was currently occupying someone else's body and was not familiar with the techniques, it was unexpected and almost led to a fatal sneak attack.
Fortunately, the original owner, Li Chen, was still an inner disciple of the Purple Heaven Sect, with many means of self-defence, allowing him to barely escape a disaster.
Now looking at Song Hesong, it seemed that this person had suffered serious injuries from being struck by the Purple Heaven Royal Thunder.
However, immediately after that, numerous green life force energies floated up from Ningyuan City below, rapidly restoring his injuries.
In just a moment, he was completely healed.
Song Hesong's face turned gloomy, and the blood-red giant hammer transformed into a long sword, held in his hand.
Chu Liang and the other two arrived from afar, surrounding the two Purple Heaven Sect cultivators in the center.
Ignoring the three Foundation Establishment cultivators like Chu Liang, Senior Brother Zhang looked at Song Hesong, his brows furrowed.
"Mid-Golden Core stage? Manager Song, have you also cultivated that so-called new technique?" Song Hesong wore a mocking expression.
"Why not? After toiling away for half of my life for your Purple Heaven Sect, I only managed to secure a position as an outer city manager," Song Hesong sneered.
"In addition to a shallow cultivation in the 'Purple Heaven Thundercalling Technique,' all I receive is a meager amount of spiritual stones every year.
"I'm afraid I will remain stuck at the Foundation Establishment stage until I grow old."
Song Hesong continued with resentment, "I refuse to face failure simply because I have little talent! After switching to the new technique, I achieved Foundation Establishment in five years and Golden Core in ten!"
"Senior Brother Zhang, what do you think about my talent?"
Zhang Qianmo looked at the thick blood-red aura lingering around Song Hesong, and a murderous intent emerged in his eyes. "Evil devil! I will definitely eliminate you!"
As if hearing the world's funniest joke, Song Hesong burst into laughter, mockery evident on his face. "Evil devil? You so-called prestigious sects treat ordinary people like livestock, extracting their life force, and refining Longevity Fruits."
"Such extremely wicked methods, and you dare to call others evil devils?"
"I think you are the real devils!"
The blood-red aura on Song Hesong's body surged along with his angry words.
Zhang Qianmo's expression remained unchanged. "Mortals receive our protection and must pay a price. Outside the wilderness, demons and beasts are rampant. Mortals are like food."
"If it weren't for our immortal sect guarding them, where could they live peacefully for so long?"
"You think you can disturb my Dao heart with a few delusional words?"
In Zhang Qianmo's eyes, the purple color became even more intense.
Pointing his long halberd at Song Hesong, he declared, "Even though you're at the Golden Core stage, today, I will still kill you!"
Under Zhang Qianmo's pointed halberd, Song Hesong's breath seemed to be affected, and it momentarily stagnated.
But soon, he became somewhat ashamed and angered.
"I've long heard about the exceptional talents of the inner sect disciples. Today, I'll have to ask you to teach me!"
With that, the blood-red long sword in his hand instantly split into six, facing Zhang Qianmo's long halberd.
On Li Fan's side, Chu Liang and the other two cultivators surrounded him.
Facing the siege of three cultivators at the same level, Li Fan remained calm.
Activating the Purple Heaven Royal Thunder Technique, he took out his spiritual weapon, a long spear.
Shaking the body of the spear, it emitted a sound resembling a dragon's roar.
Li Fan engaged the three cultivators in a battle.
Initially, Li Fan was not very familiar with the techniques he could use.
There was always a sense of stiffness in his attacks.
The three cultivators easily dodged each spear attack.
Although Chu Liang and the other two were at the same cultivation level as Li Fan, having begun cultivation halfway through their lives, their attack methods were weaker by more than a bit.
Li Fan dealt with them with ease.
As time passed and Li Fan became more familiar with his own spells, his attacks became increasingly sharp and deadly.
Chu Liang and his two companions gradually fell into a disadvantage.
