Sword Qi to the Sky

Chapter 366 Punishment

"I'll kill him." A voice came from behind An Shicheng, and an old man in a fiery red robe stepped forward. In an instant, flames erupted, and he was engulfed in fire, with a scorching current sweeping out.

"Tao body!"

Li Fan sensed the other party's aura; it should be the initial stage of the Dao Body realm. Reaching the sixth stage of the Dao Body realm would already qualify one as a great cultivator.

The old man raised his hand and reached out to grab him from a distance, only to see a pair of huge, flaming hands descend, and a violent, scorching current of air fell upon Li Fan.

"boom……"

The blazing palm print closed, the void trembled, and scorching air swept out. The surrounding cultivators retreated frantically, only to see that they had only caught up with a series of afterimages. Li Fan's body rushed into the void.

"Hmm?" The old man raised an eyebrow. The speed that the young cultivator had displayed just now was terrifying. He was able to teleport away in an instant and dodge his attack.

The old man raised his hand again and grabbed out of the air. An even larger fiery handprint appeared in the sky, like a rolling furnace, covering the space where Li Fan was. Another explosion was heard, and the flames roared in the air. The flowing flames were like lava flowing down, but Li Fan rushed into the air and still failed to hit it.

Anger flashed in the old man's eyes, as if he were somewhat ashamed. Flames shot from his pupils, and he unleashed a massive, overwhelming fireball towards Li Fan.

Li Fan's body rose upwards, with countless palm prints whistling and chasing after him. The old man's body soared into the sky, his whole body engulfed in flames, like a blazing war god.

"Boom..." A huge wave of flames swept over Li Fan's head, and the sky turned into a fire domain. With a thought, countless flying swords appeared around him and roared as they attacked the sky below.

"A mere trick." The old man sneered, raising his palm and pressing it down into the sky. A massive, fiery palm that blotted out the sky slammed out, engulfing the descending flying sword.

However, the next moment, a violent wave overturned everything. The old man's pupils contracted as he saw Li Fan surrounded by a sword formation, breaking through the giant palm print and swooping down. A sword aura that pierced through everything descended to kill.

"So powerful." The crowd below was shocked by what they saw in the sky above. Li Fan's sword strike had shaken the Dao Body?

That beam of sword light was piercing to the eye, as if it would strike the old man at any moment.

"You're courting death!" the old man sneered. Li Fan probably didn't even know what a physical body was.
Even a sword cultivator, a Core Formation cultivator, cannot shake the Dao Body.
His body transformed into the Dao, as if the blood flowing through his body was magma fire. The sword intent was directly evaporated and turned into nothingness. When Li Fan approached, the flying sword melted. The old man's eyes revealed a sense of contempt. Even if he was a prodigy, at his current level, there was a gap between each realm that could not be crossed.

No matter how powerful Li Fan's attacks are, if he dares to get close and kill, he will surely die.

As Li Fan approached, the swords swirling around him melted into nothingness. At that moment, a flash of sword light burst forth from Li Fan's body, as fast as lightning.

With a soft splatter, blood splattered out, and the old man's arrogant gaze gradually turned into fear, his pupils widening.

*Thud thud thud...* The flying sword sliced ​​through the air repeatedly, sending a head flying and spraying blood.

The old man looked down at his body, his eyes filled with endless fear, for Li Fan had severed his head.

"boom."

The broken sword did not spare its opponent, striking him on the head and causing it to explode, scattering the old man's soul.

The broken sword flew back into his body. Li Fan remained expressionless. The old man's strength was above his in the Dao Body Realm, but he was arrogant and underestimated his opponent, thinking he could crush him with his realm. In the end, he lost his life at Li Fan's hands.

If the other party had been more cautious, given their advantage in the Dao Body realm, they certainly wouldn't have gone to such lengths.

"Killed the Dao Body?"

Those below were shocked. A Core Formation Killing a Dao Body?

Even with the aid of magical artifacts, Li Fan's combat prowess was still awe-inspiring. Without his previous methods, he wouldn't have been able to unleash the final, deadly sword strike. The two battles high in the sky remained fierce. The fight between the Xie family patriarch and the Cold Crow Daoist had reached a fever pitch, while the Cui family patriarch and An Lu exchanged blows, causing the heavens and earth to tremble.

An Lu's attack power forced the Cui family patriarch to defend.

But An Shicheng's expression was not so good at this moment. He stared at Li Fan's battlefield with a gloomy look, where a Dao Body Realm cultivator had fallen.

"it's your turn."

Li Fan looked down at An Shicheng below, and with a thought, he saw a series of flying swords descending rapidly like a sword array, like a meteor shower, heading towards the high platform where An Shicheng was located.

The disciple of the Cold Crow Daoist was also beside An Shicheng. With a wave of his hand, countless talismans flew towards the flying sword in the sky. The talismans bloomed with a brilliant golden light, burned in the air, and turned into stone tablets.

But as the flying sword fell, the stone tablet shattered.

"Boom..." A meteor fell, continuing its charge towards An Shicheng.

With a loud clang, An Shicheng seemed to transform into the true form of a Buddha or Taoist, sweeping his hand seals across the void and striking the incoming sword.

But then a sword domain appeared in the sky, and countless star swords slashed down at the same time. With a rumbling sound, the Buddhist palm prints collapsed and shattered. An Shicheng's face turned pale, and although his golden hand was still holding the hilt of the knife, he was no longer so confident.

Li Fan's combat power far surpasses his.

His pride was crushed, and he couldn't even face Li Fan alone.

Behind An Shicheng, an old man in a gray robe kept staring at Li Fan. He hadn't had time to react to Li Fan's sword strike that killed the Dao Body cultivator, and he could tell from the previous battle that Li Fan was no ordinary person.

He even wondered if Li Fan had someone backing him to act so recklessly today, given that the two patriarchs of the Xie and Cui families did.
Having comprehended the Sword Domain at the Core Formation Realm, one possesses the ability to contend with cultivators at the Dao Body Realm. How many sword cultivators of this caliber can be cultivated in the Great Li World?

But at this moment, he couldn't think about it anymore, otherwise An Shicheng would have died at Li Fan's hands.

From his perspective, he had no choice but to kill Li Fan.

He raised his palm and reached out to grab Li Fan from a distance. Just as Li Fan was preparing to kill An Shicheng, a gigantic palm print that blotted out the sky descended like the hand of heaven, enveloping the space around him. In front of that gigantic palm, he appeared extremely small.

But the instant the palm print appeared, a chilling aura suddenly filled the area where the crowd stood, making their hair stand on end and a sense of impending doom arise, as if they had already fallen into a death trap.

"What's going on?" Everyone was horrified. Their hearts sank. The heavens and earth howled, and a murderous aura enveloped the boundless space. A destructive sword domain flowed in the sky, and endless sword intent flowed between heaven and earth. Then it transformed into a killing sword, which went straight towards the giant hand.

With a deafening roar, the giant hand shattered into pieces, and the killing sword continued its advance, heading straight for the old man who had made the move.

"As expected." The old man's heart sank. There was an even more powerful swordsman behind Li Fan, and he had a bad feeling.

Among the crowd, a sword cultivator dressed in white, just like Li Fan, slowly walked forward. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and everyone stared in deathly silence at the figure that walked out.

"Junior Brother, continue," the figure said, as Li Fan's sword continued its downward strike.

An Shicheng roared and unleashed a dazzling blade of light, but the Star Sword continued to fall, shattering the blade's energy. A beam of cold light pierced through, and with a soft thud, An Shicheng's head exploded, his blood splattering onto the face of the Taoist beside him. The Taoist was momentarily stunned, his previous arrogance completely gone.

This talented prince, who had been hiding his abilities for a long time, was killed in public at the Prince's mansion not long after he began to show his talent.

(End of this chapter)