Chapter 621

The young man withdrew his sword-light, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Not bad, I did obtain a treasure."

A cold smile appeared on Yang Anru's face. "But what does that have to do with you? Once I obtain the treasure, I'll be able to cultivate to the Longevity Secret Realm before you and suppress your Liuling Peak. Do you have any objections?"

"No objections, none at all."

The man didn't seem angry in the slightest. "If junior sister truly wants to surpass our Liuling Peak, I'll just go easy on you a little in our next sparring match."

"That's an absolute joke."

A flash of fury crossed Yang Anru's face. "So you're saying you've decided our Shengjifeng is inferior to your Liuling Peak, to the point you'd even say something like deliberately letting me win?"

The young man spread his hands: "Does junior sister really think that just because you got a magic treasure, you can defeat me, your senior brother? You've only cultivated forty-two divine abilities, while I, your brother, have cultivated fifty-six divine abilities. We both have upper-grade Dao weapons in hand. Junior sister, you won't be my match."

"Then we'll just wait and see."

Yang Anru said to Fang Yu and Fang Qingxue, "Let's go."

"Wait…"

The young man suddenly looked toward Fang Yu and coldly shouted, "Who is he? An outsider, and he dares to enter the inner grounds of our Kanlishen Sect?"

"So what? They're people I brought here to become disciples. Are you going to interfere with that too?"

Yang Anru said.

"Become disciples? Junior sister Anru, you're really something, even knowing to pull in geniuses from outside."

The young man said with a faint smile, "Looks like you're stockpiling talent for your Shengjifeng?"

Whoosh!

In the instant the final "ah" left his lips, a streak of sword-light surged straight over—deathly still, utterly silent—and in the blink of an eye arrived before Fang Yu.

This man had actually launched a sneak attack on Fang Yu in full view of everyone, striking directly, aiming for a one-hit kill.

No one had expected that, in the middle of a perfectly normal conversation, he would unleash a killing move.

This sword was a lethal strike, carrying an incomparable spiritual will; a single blow could pierce a person's flesh and shatter their Heaven and Earth Dharma Aspect.

Just as Fang Yu was about to be slain beneath the blade, the young man for an instant even showed a smug, mocking expression. Yet a mocking smile appeared on Fang Yu's face as well. His hands moved, and a sword-qi erupted, its killing intent piercingly cold, imbued with the meaning of deathlessness.

Heaven gives birth to all things to nurture man, yet man has not one thing to offer Heaven.

Naturally, it is kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.

Everything can be slain!

A terrifying killing intent descended upon the world. This killing intent merged with sword-intent and, in an instant, blocked every killing move the young man had unleashed.

No matter how the young man wielded his powerful sword arts, he could not break through Fang Yu's defense.

Fang Yu even took a step forward, channeling the Deathless Killing Sword and the Grass-Character Sword Art, and somehow broke through the young man's swordplay, slicing a mark across his face.

Afterward, Fang Yu stepped back and stood quietly at a short distance away.

"What?"