Divine & Bizarre: Increasing Points to Invincibility-Chapter 281 - 134: Daoist Priest Fan is Definitely a Human-Shaped Great Demon, Right? (10,000-Word Mega - , Please Subscribe)_4
Hiss!
This...
Isn’t this pushing it too far?
There are more than a dozen of them!
All of them are cultivators!
"Goodness... goodness... it is only when they stood up that I realized they are all so tall!" murmured Lin Yue, who was standing beside Yun Jiuqing, in shock.
The short girl secretly swallowed her saliva, "Daoist Priest Fan, he must have a well-thought-out plan to act this way, right?"
"Certainly, he must have a well-thought-out plan!" Yu Renlong, standing nearby, said with a face full of admiration and fear, "Daoist Priest Fan even managed to slaughter his way through the Fu Clan! And moreover, it was a one-man feat against the Fu Clan! Now, facing these envoys from the Great Yan Dynasty, I think for Daoist Priest Fan, this is just a trifle."
Xu Che took a deep breath, "That very tall woman from the Great Yan Dynasty... she is the one who managed to catch Lin Yue’s Taiyi Bright Flame Talisman without suffering any harm, a cultivator indeed."
"Daoist Priest Fan is indeed very powerful, but when facing opponents who are quite formidable in both physical might and sorcery, might he not be used to it?"
Hearing these three unfortunate fellows speak, Yun Jiuqing couldn’t help but twitch the corner of her mouth slightly.
Knowing full well that Daoist Priest Fan was capable of slaughtering his way through the Fu Clan.
Yet they still said such things.
After all...
These guys had never witnessed how terrifying Daoist Priest Fan was when he took action.
And she, Yun Jiuqing, had a deep impression of those terrifying scenes.
Fresh in her memory!
The envoys from the Great Yan Dynasty were indeed extraordinary, but their opponent was Daoist Priest Fan.
This fact alone.
Was enough to determine what the outcome would be.
In any case.
In such a situation, Yun Jiuqing definitely had unconditional faith in Daoist Priest Fan, who left a deep impression on her and whose images she could never erase from her mind.
"Please enlighten me!" said the gray-haired elder among the envoys of the Great Yan Dynasty, bowing to Fan Wu after speaking.
He commanded, "Form the array!!"
"Yes!!!"
The cultivators of the Great Yan Dynasty immediately began to spread out into their positions, each emitting a faint but unique aura. It seemed as if this aura connected them all, suddenly amplifying the momentum of each individual.
They also brought forth their magic artifacts one by one, looking not as if they were sparring, but as if they were about to fight with all their might against a rampaging demon.
Faced with this stance from these people, an ordinary cultivator would surely be flustered, but Fan Wu was clearly no ordinary cultivator.
There was absolutely no panic on his face.
Just a slightly sardonic smile.
"It does seem a bit interesting," mused Fan Wu to himself, and not long after he uttered these words, he suddenly felt a strong gust of wind attacking from behind him.
He tilted his head slightly and reached out to grab at his cheek, catching a uniquely textured thin rope in the palm of his hand.
At the other end of the rope, a cultivator of the Great Yan Dynasty clenched tightly.
Next instant!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Identical thin ropes flew at him from different angles, and upon touching his skin, they seemed to stick stubbornly to it.
They even gave Fan Wu a sensation of being bound.
Clearly, these ropes were no simple matter.
But this sensation of being bound was too slight for him.
If it weren’t for his exceptionally sharp senses,
He probably wouldn’t even have felt it!
However, an envoy of the Great Yan Dynasty, upon seeing this, showed great joy on his face, "The Soul-Locking Rope has cut off all his meridians; he will not be able to use his mana for at least the duration of a half-incense stick’s burning time!"
Upon hearing this, the gray-haired elder immediately let out a fierce shout, "Take him down!!"
In an instant!
The envoys of the Great Yan Dynasty, while pulling on their special thin ropes, unreservedly attacked Fan Wu with various magic artifacts in hand.
Faced with this kind of "predicament," Fan Wu remained completely calm; he only slightly moved his arms.
Crack!
A rope stuck to his arm seemed unable to withstand the sudden pull and snapped apart.
This left the Great Yan envoy holding the other end of the rope with a somewhat astonished expression on his face.
Then.
This Great Yan envoy saw Fan Wu casually throw a punch in his direction, as if jokingly.
The punch seemed feather-light, lacking any strength as though it couldn’t even kill a mosquito.
But.
As the fist grew larger in front of his eyes, the Great Yan envoy felt an internal alarm, a dangerous premonition that made him shout inwardly for trouble.
A strong desire to survive urged him to dodge the punch quickly.
However.
It was too late.
Even though the punch seemed so lightweight, it landed on the unfortunate fellow’s face before anyone could react.
His expression stiffened and twisted. There was the sound of bones cracking from his face, his eyes bulged as if they would pop out, his entire face caved in a full inch, teeth flew out stained with bright blood, and the bridge of his nose collapsed.
