My cultivation level increases by one year every day!

"The gap between them and the Foundation Establishment Realm is simply too great."

Fang Yuan stared at the Mad Blood Daoist, his hand gripping the sword trembling slightly, and he was panting heavily.

He had already reached his limit by unleashing three sword strikes in a row, consuming most of his internal energy, but he had only managed to block one attack.

To know.

He could defeat the second-in-command of Qinggang Village, who was from the same region, without even drawing his sword; he could kill him with just his fingers and the sword.

The difference between the Innate and Foundation Establishment stages is like the difference between clouds and mud, an insurmountable chasm!

"You should be proud of yourself for being able to withstand one of my attacks!"

The Mad Blood Daoist's eyes flashed with a strange light, and then he pointed a finger at Fang Yuan's head, instantly gathering countless spiritual energies.

He always goes all out when dealing with geniuses, holding back quite little.

The Blood Cloud Palm technique just now is a profound martial art. Not to mention the Innate Realm, even a cultivator who has just entered the Foundation Establishment Realm could lose their life if they are not careful.

"The gap in strength is too large!"

Fang Yuan took a deep breath. Facing such a veteran Foundation Establishment Realm expert, it would be difficult for him to find any flaws with his current eyesight.

With a single press of a finger, spiritual energy from all directions quickly gathered, forming a pillar supporting the sky.

Before it even landed, it had already bent Fang Yuan's body several degrees under its weight.

"Everyone, attack together and help the young master!"

Seeing this, the Fang family steward looked worried and wanted to rush forward, but was stopped by Fang Yuanshi with a look.

Ordinary ninth-level innate cultivators are as weak as ants in front of Foundation Establishment cultivators; no matter how many there are, they can be easily defeated with a single slap.

He hasn't reached the point of desperation yet!

Fang Yuan then drew a long, stick-like object wrapped in cloth from behind him, which turned out to be another longsword.

But this sword is different. The moment it is drawn from its sheath, a clear, ringing sound resounds in all directions, stirring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Fang Yuan drew his sword again, the sword energy reaching over ten zhang, aiming at the finger that was about to fall.

boom……

The two collided and instantly shattered and dissolved in mid-air, bursting with dazzling light. The aftershocks made many people lose their footing.

"They really are disciples of a powerful family; they even have spiritual artifacts!"

Seeing his attack crumble, Mad Blood Daoist was not annoyed at all. His gaze shifted and fell on the long sword, his eyes filled with greed.

"There's also a Qiankun bag; the harvest is truly plentiful."

Spiritual artifacts are already very precious, and sword-type spiritual artifacts are the best among them, with extremely high value, even Foundation Establishment cultivators are envious.

The value of the Qiankun Bag has been mentioned before, so there's no need to elaborate further.

"You'd better be alive to take it!"

Simply taking a beating is not Fang Yuan's style. Now that he has the spirit sword in hand, he also wants to test the strength of the Foundation Establishment realm.

boom…

The sword energy, several dozen feet long, reached Mad Blood Daoist in an instant, its power astonishing, as if it could flatten a small mountain.

"To have a magical artifact in your hands is simply a waste of its potential."

Mad Blood Daoist remained disdainful, gathering crimson true energy in his palm and pushing it forward, instantly shattering the sword energy.

Fang Yuan remained silent, his gaze cold. He stepped forward with the Phantom Step, completely disregarding the true energy within his body, and frantically unleashed several sword strikes.

With the help of a magical artifact, the sword energy unleashed at full power consumes less than one-tenth of the original amount of true energy.

Therefore, possessing a powerful treasure can significantly enhance one's strength in battle.

Who wouldn't feel a surge of emotion?

The Mad Blood Daoist pressed forward relentlessly, his eyes never leaving the spirit sword, and he could shatter sword energy with a flick of his finger.

Boom... Bang...

Seeing that the time was right, Fang Yuan swung his longsword and, at the same time, unleashed a powerful punch with his left hand, which had been gathering strength for a long time, like a falling meteor!

After this period of training, the Myriad Star Fist has reached its peak and can unleash power many times over!

What does this mean?

His physical strength has now reached 5,000 jin, and twice that would be 10,000 jin, which is already at the Foundation Establishment stage.

With the support of accumulated true qi, the burst of power can reach 15,000 jin!

Foundation Establishment cultivators are indeed very powerful, but their physical bodies are relatively weak. If they take this hit head-on, they will die!

"not good!"

Mad Blood Daoist's pupils suddenly contracted, never expecting that this sudden punch would pose a threat to his life.

His reaction was swift; he not only gathered true energy on his body surface to protect himself, but also channeled it back into his body to protect his internal organs.

puff...

However, the time was too short, and the Mad Blood Daoist's defense was not thorough enough. His body was blasted more than ten feet away, and he spat out blood.

"The young master has injured a Foundation Establishment cultivator!"

"May God bless our Fang family."

"I wasn't mistaken. That was the peak of the clan's signature martial art, a level that even many elders haven't reached."

The deacons' eyes gleamed, and they exclaimed in amazement. Not to mention the ordinary clansmen, whose faces were filled with excitement.

However, Fang Yuan, the person involved, was not happy at all.

He had almost exhausted all his strength, and there was not much true energy left in his body, yet he only managed to inflict minor injuries on the Mad Blood Daoist!

Yes, minor injury.

The gap between innate and foundational levels is something that cannot be bridged by external means.

"Kid, I admit I underestimated you. You're far stronger than the younger generation in the royal city."

The Bloodthirsty Daoist wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered, "Unfortunately, you'll die here today!"

"Me? That's not necessarily true."

Fang Yuan smiled inexplicably, looking relaxed. He even stuck his spirit sword upside down in the ground, as if he had let his guard down.

"Does he have some other trick up his sleeve?"

Mad Blood Daoist stared at Fang Yuan with surprise and suspicion, wanting to see his reaction, but Fang Yuan remained calm.

"Never mind."

Mad Blood Daoist strode forward, his five fingers outstretched into claws, intending to grab Fang Yuan's neck directly.

Faced with absolute power, any conspiracy or trickery is utterly futile!

bang...

It seemed that the Mad Blood Taoist was about to succeed.

Suddenly, the world was filled with a burst of true energy, and an incomparably powerful sword aura, hundreds of feet long, struck him.

In an instant, the Mad Blood Daoist felt a chill run through his body, the cold air shooting from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, and he was forced to retreat wildly.

puff!

No matter how the Mad Blood Taoist dodged, the crisscrossing sword energy still severed his arm, leaving him severely injured in an instant.

"Young Master, are you alright?"

A man dressed in white, carrying a sword, gracefully descended. He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a resolute face, and an aura that was truly astonishing.

"Thank you, Uncle Mo."

Fang Yuan smiled and nodded, "I'm fine. It's natural to feel some pressure when you're out here gaining experience."

As an unparalleled genius from a prominent family, with a father who is also the head of the family, it's perfectly normal for him to have powerful figures secretly protecting him.

To survive in this world, you need not only strength but also connections. So what if you can fight? Can you even find someone to help you?

"How come there are Foundation Establishment Realm experts here?"

The Mad Blood Daoist endured the pain, his face filled with disbelief. "Those sons of bitches lied to me."

Fang Yuan keenly caught the meaning of those words and asked in a deep voice, "Who's behind you?"

"If you spare my life, I can tell you."

Fang Yuan lost his patience, glanced at Uncle Mo, and simply said, "Kill him!"

"Kill me, and you'll be buried with me."

The Mad Blood Taoist revealed a maniacal smile, his eyes wide open in anger, bloodshot as if he were about to fight to the death.

"He is burning his vital energy to forcibly increase his strength."

Uncle Mo saw through the mystery at a glance and spoke calmly.

"Uncle, are you confident?"

"A mere Foundation Establishment Stage Six is ​​like an ant."