Chapter 534: A Dark Move

Quan Fan heard what they said, and a mocking expression appeared on his face.

Ying Wuji and Xue Jin positioned themselves left and right, bearing fierce, unrivaled sword qi, and surged toward Quan Fan!

Seeing this, Quan Fan's mocking look did not change, but grew a few degrees colder.

He neither dodged nor evaded; his palm instantly gathered a clump of black mist, which churned and exuded a heart‑pounding evil aura.

He flicked his wrist, and the black mist turned into a massive demonic claw, bearing world‑shattering force, and swiftly slammed toward Ying Wuji and Xue Jin!

Ying Wuji and Xue Jin, seeing this, each drove their inner spiritual energy to the limit, brandishing their swords simultaneously; two streams of solid‑like golden sword qi burst forth and collided violently with the huge demonic claw!

Boom—

In an instant, a visibly massive shockwave centered on the point of impact spread outward in a ring, cracking the ground, sending dead leaves spiraling, and the surrounding air seemed torn!

Ying Wuji and Xue Jin felt a great force surge from the swords, shaking their arms numb, their qi and blood roiling, and they involuntarily stepped back two steps before barely steadying themselves.

Quan Fan, using the recoil of that strike, moved forward instead of retreating, at an incomprehensibly swift speed, closing the distance in an instant!

His dark robe rustled fiercely at high speed, stirring a gust of chilling wind.

"Too slow!" Quan Fan's voice carried a trace of cruel amusement; within a single breath he had already closed in before Xue Jin, his palm shadows flickering like lightning, and in an instant he unleashed several palm strikes!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Each palm was imbued with terrifying demonic qi, sealing off all of Xue Jin's escape routes.

Xue Jin could not dodge, was struck by a palm, and was flung backward, his internal qi and blood roiling, his face beneath the mask turning suddenly pale.

At that moment, Yuan Yao darted forward, raised her hand to his back, and a gentle, pure spiritual energy instantly flowed into Xue Jin, stabilizing his roiling qi and blood and causing his body to halt abruptly.

Yuan Yao immediately raised her sword and pressed toward Quan Fan.

She and Ying Wuji together lifted their swords to attack Quan Fan; their sword techniques were exquisitely refined, their coordination flawless, one attacking while the other defending, one hard and one soft, their sword light weaving a dense net that enveloped all of Quan Fan's assaults.

For a moment, sword shadows and palm winds surged wildly, clashing with the overwhelmingly strong Quan Fan in an indecisive, evenly matched duel!

Quan Fan narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing through.

In the next instant, black mist swirled around his hand and instantly transformed into a long sword bathed in eerie violet light!

Just as he raised the sword to strike Yuan Yao and Ying Wuji, an invisible spiritual force rushed toward his Sea of Consciousness.

He was momentarily unaware and was penetrated by the opponent's spiritual force into his Sea of Consciousness.

When he tried to expel the opponent's spiritual force, it was already too late!

A violent turbulence surged within the Sea of Consciousness!

Like a river turned upside down!

He used his divine perception to block the opponent's spiritual force, but unexpectedly— it whooshed and tangled around his own divine perception, followed by a bone‑chilling gnawing and tearing!

Quan Fan's complexion changed dramatically, an indescribable agony erupted from the depths of his Sea of Consciousness, making his head feel as if it were being torn apart, the pain blackening his vision and nearly causing him to faint.

What terrified him even more was that he could clearly feel his primordial spiritual force being wildly devoured and dissolved at a horrific speed!

This…

How could this be!!!

Quan Fan furrowed his brows, his gaze turning icy in an instant; his whole body erupted with a thunderous, formidable pressure, suddenly sweeping toward Yuan Yao's direction, and he raised his sword for a slash!

Clang!

The two swords clashed!

The surrounding spatial airflow surged, exploded, and twisted!

Ying Wuji flashed forward, forcibly blocking the attack!

Yuan Yao's expression hardened; she instantly unleashed all her spiritual force, bearing a terrifying, all‑consuming momentum, surging even more violently toward Quan Fan's Sea of Consciousness, and in the fastest, fiercest, most domineering manner, ravenously devouring the remaining spiritual force within his Sea.

Buzz—

An invisible spiritual storm raged between the two.

Quan Fan's once‑solid Sea of Consciousness barrier, before Yuan Yao's gluttonous spiritual force, became as fragile as paper.

His form jolted sharply, and black blood seeped from all seven orifices in fine threads, appearing ferocious and terrifying!

The rapid loss of spiritual force caused his qi and blood to surge, and his power became momentarily sluggish.

Now!

Yuan Yao raised her sword and swung fiercely toward Quan Fan!

"Thousands of Mountains, Ten Thousand Methods—"

"All Qi Returns to the Sword!"

"Too Wild, No Path, a Single Sword Should Sever Dust!"

Both swords launched together!

Quan Fan instinctively raised his sword to block, but was flung away, landing clumsily on the ground.

"Third Prince!" The remaining Demon Tribe Tianjiao's faces turned pale; they had never seen the Third Prince in such a disheveled state.

Yuan Yao and Ying Wuji exchanged glances, about to finish off Quan Fan, when they suddenly sensed multiple Abyss Beast auras drawing near!

It was the commotion and the scent of blood here that attracted them!

At this moment, Quan Fan, still forcing himself to stand, his breath weak, stared gloomily at Yuan Yao and Ying Wuji, then flashed, raising his sword to swiftly press toward them!

Clang clang clang—

Quan Fan faced two opponents alone!

At the same time, Song Yan and the others were dealing with the Demon Tribe Tianjiao!

Soon, a dozen or so massive Abyss Beasts surrounded them, bringing immense pressure.

"We should go." Qian Yunzhou narrowed his eyes slightly, paused his playing, and reminded aloud.

The Abyss Beasts launched an attack toward them.

Song Yan and the others, together with the Demon Tribe Tianjiao, immediately repelled the Abyss Beasts' assault, constantly dodging!

At this moment, Yuan Yao's arm was cut by Quan Fan, and she furrowed her brow slightly.

Quan Fan, upon noticing the heavy casualties in the troop, decisively shouted: 'Retreat!'

Ying Wuji, seeing his retreating figure, wanted to give chase!

"Wait!"

Yuan Yao spoke, a hint of cunning flashing in her eyes; after dodging an attack from an Abyssal Beast, she swiftly sheathed her sword, then with both hands rapidly forming seals, a formation sigil instantly blossomed from her palm!

She slammed her palm toward the ground!

"Labyrinth Displacement Formation—"

"Activate!"

In an instant, all beings present felt their vision blur, followed by a sensation of weightlessness.

Once their consciousness cleared, they discovered that their current location was completely different.

"We'll go first." Yuan Yao's playful voice came.

The Demon Clan Prodigies' expressions shifted in shock.

Quan Fan turned toward the sound and saw eleven black silhouettes swiftly darting forward!

His gaze turned sinister, and a feeling of irritation and frustration welled up in his heart.

He had actually been schemed against by these human prodigies!

Several Abyssal Beasts formed a encirclement, tightly surrounding the Demon Clan Prodigies and madly lunging to tear them apart!

"I won't let you off!" Quan Fan stared at their already distant silhouettes, his eyes icy, and uttered a sentence from his pale lips.