Chapter 6 I Order You to Stop

Shen Fang was repulsed, but his eyes were shone with hunting delight.

Behind the gang, seeing Shen Fangs repulsion, Xiaoya felt a tremble in her heart and was ready to shout and dissuade.

Stay where you are. Look how your master get himself killed.

Behind her, a hand pressed on her shoulder. It was a tall teenager with an eagle hook nose and disdainful pride on his face.

He was Hu Biao's fellow brother Leng Bufan, one of the top ten formal disciples. He enjoyed the superiority and was the most dazzling member among ten thousand of disciples in the sect.

And he had another identity as one of the most trusted followers of the First Elders clique.

Today, Hu Biao asked for his companion as they paraded through the streets. He intended to lend Leng's fame to enhance his own superiority.

Under the suppression of Leng Bufan, Xiaoya couldn't even shout out. With her face full of cold sweat, she could only watch her master putting on desperate fight.

Earth Seals Cloud!

Hu Biao waved the sword to roll up the havoc, and then stroke again.

Half of the mountain roads seemed to be in darkness, and the air was suffocated by pressure.

Clank!

Shen Fang was once again repelled by a few strides.

These two strikes increased Hu Biaos morale. He laughed out loud.

"Shen Fang, do you think you can make a great coup with such little swordsmanship you secretly acquired? Humph, in front of absolute strength, you are a trash. Look how I beat you to the extent that you will not be recognized by your own mother."

Earth Seals Cloud!

His sword Qi was like a dark mass of storm, within which lurked a horrific herd. That strike even shook the void with booms.

The strike was so violent that Xiaoya's face turned pale. She stood behind and worried for her master.

"Swordplay is good, but your knowledge is too superficial."

Amid the dark wind and sand, Shen Fang put a sneer at the corners of his mouth, and suddenly the sword in his hand moved with a cling-clang.

Sword Drawing.

The sword body reflected a brilliant light, just like the bright sun tearing up dark clouds.

The brilliance was incomparable, with an indescribable sharp edge. It penetrated from Hu Biao's weakest point and ripped apart his sword curtain like cutting through a silk.

The sword light was dazzling, just like purple air coming from the east, across thousands of mountains, and also like lightning spreading over thousands of miles of dark clouds.

"What!"

Hu Biao was frightened to death, feeling a cold air rushing directly from his tailbone to his head. He was so scared that his limbs were almost frozen stiff.

He felt unrivalled swordsmanship from the sword in Shen Fang's hand.

He was not even clear how Shen Fang defused the technique of Earth Seals Cloud. At that moment, his morale completely collapsed.

Squish!

Shen Fang's sword sank directly into Hu Biao's abdomen. The strike crumbled all of his power and vital essence.

"You lost..."

Shen Fang and Hu Biao stood face to face. Shen Fang's eyes were full of eternal cold ice and a bit of ridicule.

As a formal disciple, Hu Biao had a body exploitation of Heaven Layer Seven and the advanced swordplay. But his knowledge of such advanced swordplay was too superficial. At a random glimpse, Shen Fang could find a dozen of inadequacies in this power exertions.

Over a course of just three rounds, Shen Fang spotted flaws of the swordplay and broke it down.

"So today, its you who will die!"

Shen Fang stated it as a trivial matter.

"Shen Fang, I order you to stop."

Leng Bufan was shouting angrily from behind the gang. Seeing that Shen Fang crippled Hu Biao with one strike, Leng Bufan was simmered with rage, and his eyes turning red by indignation.

Hu Biao was the First Elder's grandson.

He was on the spot and watched helplessly as Hu Biao's abdomen was crippled. If the First Elder blamed, who could bear all the consequences?

Not just Leng Bufan, all the people on the spot were dumbfounded.

Dare to cripple Hu Biao, it was supposed to set off a huge wave in the sect right away. It would startle the whole sect and ignited the First Elder's flames of fury, which could burn the entire mountain.

By then, we didn't know how many people would suffer under the First Elders rage.

Many people were in cold sweat.

Shen Fang, I order you to stop.

Leng Bufan had no time to watch Xiaoya when he saw Shen Fang's upcoming intent of killing Hu Biao. Leng, holding his sword, hurried for the rescue with a leap.

Shen Fang turned a deaf ear to Leng Bufan's harsh shouting. He drew out his sword and stabbed directly forward. The sword pierced through Hu Biao's throat with a squish in a quick and neat way.

The fifth!

Counting the number, Shen Fang turned and looked up at Leng Bufan.

Hu Biao's body fell down to the ground with his eyes goggled. It was not a peaceful death, and until then he didn't believe someone in the sect dare to kill him.

You wretch, you made a huge mistake. You'll pay for your crimes.

Leng Bufan was exasperated at the sight of Hu Biao's falling body. He never thought Shen Fang could kill Hu Biao.

It was too late to say anything. All he wanted was to kill Shen Fang.

Staring at Shen Fang, Leng Bufan jumped in the air like an enormous demon. He waved his brilliant sword, and a dazzling strike came down like a piece of ribbon. It was like the erupting sun rising from the end of the mountains, with endless murderous air extending in front of Shen Fangs eyes.

Rising Sun Attracts Tide!

There were around ten thousand of formal and apprentice disciples in the sect.

Leng Bufan was one of the top ten formal disciples and one of the strongest disciples in the Blue Wolf Sect. He had the body exploitation of Heaven Layer Eight. The power of his strike was like eight demo rhinos crashing into the city gate.

Boom!

Shen Fang warded off the strike with his sword, feeling numb in his arm and half of his body trembling. He moved backwards in seven or eight steps to stop the momentum.

His only had the body exploitation of Heaven Layer Three, which was far weaker than Leng Bufan in terms of absolute strength.

"The top ten all have amazing skills as expected. Leng Bufan is far stronger than Hu Biao not only in power but also swordplay."

Shen Fang nodded recognition in his heart.

"Shen Fang is doomed."

"Each of the top ten formal disciples is a strategically master-hand in the sect. Several elders have spared no effort to instruct on their cultivation, thus each of them is high-skilled. Shen Fang is doomed this time."

"Right, he's too bold to kill even the First Elder's grandson. He provoked Leng Bufan, who, I'm afraid, will cut him to pieces."

People sighed around.

By this time, all the disciples knew Shen Fang's bitter experience and sympathized with him. However, sympathy could not change the situation. He displeased a top ten formal disciple and the clique of the First Elder. Shen Fang's miserable fate was almost predictable.

Dawn Crosses Over.

Down went Leng Bufan's sword.

The cold sword broke through the darkness like a ray of dawn and suddenly released between the heaven and the earth. Within seconds, it dashed to Shen Fang.

Clank!

The swords collided, and Shen Fang was repelled once again. His face turned pale and the mountain stones under his feet broke.

He could feel Leng Bufan's power. If he confronted Leng head-on, he was supposedly defeated within five rounds.

Shen Fang, how dare you ignore the rules of the sect. Today, I will send you and your maid to hell.

Leng Bufan curled his lips into a mean arc, with his eyes showing a ruthless color. He gently shook his wrists to deliver another fierce strike. It was like a sheet of rosy dawn rolling over.

The glow of the sword submerged Shen Fang from head to toe.