Chapter 1566: This Guy’s Mind Works Better Than Before
Chapter 1566: Chapter 1566: This Guy’s Mind Works Better Than Before
"No, you can’t kill me, or the Holy Master will never spare you." Wei Xiaotian said in a panic, realizing that the man in front of him was not normal—his words of killing were not mere talk.
"Hmph, such audacity—daring to kill even a Holy Court Saint!" At this moment, a cold snort rang out.
Zhao Sinin felt his body sink, forced back several steps.
Ao Fangchen! Han Yan and the others turned their faces at the same time, seeing Ao Fangchen’s arrogant old face.
Wasn’t it said that those who cultivate the Sword Dao cannot enter the Holy Soul Illusion Realm? How did this old man get in? Han Yan’s heart grew uneasy; regardless of how he entered, one thing was certain: Ao Fangchen was here for her!
"Originally, I was worried about explaining to the Holy Master if I wasted you, but now seeing you plotting against our Holy Court Saints, I can waste you all without the Holy Master having a word to say." Ao Fangchen chuckled— indeed, he was aiming for Han Yan.
"Elder Ao, please save me." Wei Xiaotian, though he had taken an elixir, found his injuries couldn’t heal at once. Watching Yue Sinning’s icy longsword with fright, he shouted to Ao Fangchen.
"Rest assured, as fellow Holy Court members, I won’t watch you die by outsiders’ hands. I’ll personally waste these few, but at that time, you should know how to explain to the Holy Master." Ao Fangchen’s lips curled into a sinister smile.
"Understood, of course. I just found this Sword Soul, and Han Yan and the others conspired to ambush and severely injure me, leaving me on the verge of death—Elder Ao had no choice but to strike them down heavily." Wei Xiaotian said promptly. He had said this once before, so it flowed effortlessly but with one more addition.
"Good, very good!" Ao Fangchen praised.
"Despicable!" Yue Fanchen couldn’t help but curse.
"Despicable? Didn’t Han Yan use equally despicable means to severely injure Yutang?" Ao Fangchen said with resentment.
This old man is indeed arbitrary and aggressive; he still doesn’t see anything wrong in Han Yutang, instead considering Han Yan’s methods despicable.
Against such a person, Han Yan had no argument to make, only tightening her grip on the longsword and intensifying her energy movement for healing.
If with Wei Xiaotian she had the option to concede, now facing Ao Fangchen, she had no choice left—if she didn’t want to be crippled, she must give her all in fighting.
"Last time, if Jian Wuchen and Ye Lanfeng hadn’t intervened, do you think you could be alive now, and still want to fight me? Overestimating yourself!" Ao Fangchen saw Han Yan’s intention but didn’t consider her strength—dismissively saying.
With those words, he immediately struck at Han Yan with his palm.
Though his heart was filled with hatred for Han Yan, he couldn’t kill within the Holy Soul Illusion Realm, so he used only fifty percent of his power with this palm. Yet even so, the waves of palm force frothed like tides, pressing people breathless with terror.
"Star Fall, Eight Desolates!" Han Yan unleashed her strongest ultimate skill once more.
Unfortunately, this once invincible strike was like a pebble in the ocean against Ao Fangchen’s palm—not creating a single ripple; the sword’s power dissolved easily by Ao Fangchen’s palm.
A gap, this is the gap!
Even Han Yan’s Star Fall Eight Desolates was powerless; Yue Fanchen’s painstakingly gathered Qi for a sword strike was even more silent—barely struck before being thrown and rolled away by the palm force.
Had Ao Fangchen’s palm not aimed at Han Yan, Yue Fanchen would have suffered worse impacts; at least he was merely slightly hurt, without losing his life.
Only personal experience reveals the opponent’s fearsome nature, such was Han Yan’s realization—watching Ao Fangchen lose to Jian Wuchen and later fall under Ye Lanfeng’s sword had led her to mistakenly think Ao Fangchen was no challenge, but facing his fifty percent power proved her wrong.
It wasn’t Ao Fangchen too weak, but Jian Wuchen and Ye Lanfeng too strong after their recovery.
The spiritual power of her Protective Divine Artifact already exhausted, and her sword rendered futile like a rock sinking into the sea, Han Yan could only evade—but her all-out strike left her weak-kneed, slowing her sidestepping.
Just as Han Yan barely dodged, half her body, the palm surged like storm-driven waves toward her.
"Life and Death are Limitless, Qiankun Hell!" beside her, Zhao Sinin’s cold shout thundered.
A sword light shrouded in black Qi hacked against the palm tide, followed by a thunderous boom.
With Zhao Sinin’s strength, breaking Ao Fangchen’s palm was impossible, but it altered its direction slightly.
This was sufficient—by a hair’s breadth, Han Yan swayed aside, avoiding the killing strike.
Zhao Sinin was knocked back several steps by the terrifying rebound force, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood.
He saved me again! Han Yan looked at Zhao Sinin with mixed emotions.
"I’m not saving you, just protecting myself—didn’t you hear the old man say he’d waste all three of us?" sensing Han Yan’s complex gaze, Zhao Sinin explained.
Han Yan suddenly realized, but felt even more conflicted.
Seems losing sanity has its perks—his mind’s sharper than ever.
As he spoke, Zhao Sinin’s eyes filled again with crimson lines, his tone eerily calm; facing a strong fighter like Ao Fangchen, he felt no fear, instead, a more formidable fighting spirit surged within.
Turns out, post-insanity, his mind’s sharper, and his courage and guts grew immensely; even Han Yan secretly admired his bravery and fearlessness.
"Originally, I planned to deal with you later, but since you’re asking for suffering, don’t blame me." but Ao Fangchen clearly didn’t regard him—darkly muttering.
The previous palm could have heavily injured Han Yan, avenging Han Yutang while venting his anger—much like the earlier misfortune with Wei Xiaotian thwarted by a minor character, Ao Fangchen felt shame and irritation.
As his words fell, Ao Fangchen thrust both palms, releasing surging palm force, vast and mighty—two massive handprints condensed mid-air.
Angry inside, Ao Fangchen unleashed seventy percent combat power!