Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 400 - 183: Power of the Ancient Immortal (Part 2)

Chapter 400: Chapter 183: Power of the Ancient Immortal (Part 2)

Fan Wubing chuckled, "It’s not like you can’t sense my condition, better focus on yourself first."

"Oh, right!"

Only then did Luo Qingyao remember that she and her senior brother were partners on the great path.

Then, she took a moment to sense. What she felt next was an overwhelming vitality that left her astonished.

"Senior brother, you’ve grown stronger again!" As she spoke, she was almost knocked down by the overwhelming life force.

Fan Wubing grabbed her, muttering reluctantly, "Are you really this weak?"

"The expenditure is a bit too much."

"Get some proper rest."

"Okay." Luo Qingyao obediently stayed by his side, adjusting her qi flow.

The people of the Ancient Immortal Tribe snapped back to reality.

The muscular man, as strong as a standing bear, had qi fire bursting from his muscles, "There’s an accomplice! Then you die together!"

He transformed into a meteor, shooting toward Fan Wubing, causing a snow curtain to rise with his qi.

Meteor flew past!

As the snow curtain settled,

the meteor crashed.

The man lay face down in the snow, spread out in a "大" shape, unable to move.

The people of the Ancient Immortal Tribe were utterly stunned!

What happened? How could someone go from overwhelming momentum to being like a dead bear in the next moment?

Moreover, did anyone see that outsider’s move!

No, did anyone see him even make a move?

Was he just standing there motionless? Right!

If it were an ordinary person, they would definitely think this person is a master and not to be provoked easily!

But they were of the Ancient Immortal Tribe.

Their belief in the Ancient Immortal tightly bound them together, calling themselves the children of the Ancient Immortal. They firmly believed in their inseparable bond through blood and spirit. One’s humiliation was the tribe’s humiliation.

So, even knowing Fan Wubing’s prowess, they still charged forward.

Moreover, their unity wasn’t just spiritual; they could genuinely intertwine their bloodlines. Hundreds of people connected their qi in their flesh, together launching an assault on Fan Wubing.

The bloodline’s binding, the faith’s coexistence.

Made their attacks surpass the limits of their realm.

This was the means by which the Ancient Immortal Tribe survived.

But such means were still inadequate against Fan Wubing.

Even if each of them had the strength of ten trillion in blood power, together they would only reach one hundred trillion. Fan Wubing, without considering various enhancements, had over ninety trillion in pure blood quantity, with each drop of blood equivalent to five or six of theirs.

Moreover, they didn’t even possess ten thousand in blood power strength.

Therefore, no matter how many attacks, they were ineffective, unable even to break Fan Wubing’s defense, just barely scraping off a layer of blood skin, which the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill immediately recovered.

Instead, it would activate the "desire for tongue" damage absorption and heal him. Though it was just a mosquito leg sort of amount.

After several rounds, the people of the Ancient Immortal Tribe were exhausted to the extreme, while Fan Wubing even managed to sneak in some care for whether Luo Qingyao’s great path had been damaged.

Since Luo Tianyuan said that once the pristine sword body had its path contaminated, it would descend rapidly, reducing one to a slave of the Sword Dao.

Thus, he valued Luo Qingyao’s great path even more than his own.

After all, his great path concerned his blood bar, tough enough to endure whatever.

The people of the Ancient Immortal Tribe: Damn! Wasn’t it supposed to be a fight with the outsider in Snow Mountain, where if we couldn’t kill him, we’d at least wear him out to death! Why are we all out of breath, while he’s getting more invigorated! Is he truly an outsider! Could he actually be a pure-blood Snow Mountain native hidden among outsiders!

Luo Qingyao blinked, asking, "Senior brother, are you really okay?"

Fan Wubing waved his hand, "When it comes to consumption battles, I’ve never lost."

Luo Qingyao smiled gently. She recalled their first fight side by side in the Peach Branch Small Profound Realm, where her senior brother had also said this.

Thinking of such matters, she felt a bit of joy inside, secretly pondering, has Senior Sister Man’Er ever experienced this? Probably not!

At Silver Horse Peak, the Saiyang Sect’s Great Witch, who was examining the peak’s situation, frowned, puzzled as to why so many people went and hadn’t yet resolved the issue?

Could there be another outsider causing chaos!

He furrowed his brow, deciding to check for himself.

Though his physical form was so robust that his clothes could barely contain it, he moved with the agility of a mountain cat, stepping on snow, his body floating in an instant to the scene of the encirclement.

Fan Wubing was alone, surrounded by hundreds of members of the Eternal Immortal Tribe.

When the Saiyang Sect’s Great Witch arrived and saw the scene, his heart sank, launching a palm strike from mid-air.

Below, Fan Wubing’s eyes lit up, "Finally, someone worthy has come!"

With a punch, the force from "Fulong Wenda" exploded fiercely.

The palm shattered while the punch remained, heading straight for the Saiyang Sect’s Great Witch in mid-air.

At this, the Great Witch’s eyebrows twitched, twisting his body as he moved, like a snow eagle in dive, carving a perfect arc in the air before landing on a nearby peak’s protrusion.

The blind old man shouted, "Great Witch! This person is extremely peculiar, not afraid of mismatched paths and qi disconnection! His internal power is inexhaustible! Even his physical strength is beyond imagination!"

Fan Wubing laughed, "Thanks for the compliment."

Every strand of the Saiyang Sect’s Great Witch’s beard trembled, with qi nearly shooting out from his whiskers.

He is strong!

Fan Wubing could feel it. This made his gaze burn with intensity, since harmonizing with the Dao, he hadn’t yet had such an exhilarating battle.

The Saiyang Sect’s Great Witch glanced at Luo Qingyao, his pupils shrinking, his voice deep:

"Na Yongqing’s bloodline. So, it was you who brought misfortune back to Silver Horse Peak."

Fan Wubing knew that Luo Qingyao’s mother once belonged to the Ancient Immortal Tribe and was considered ominous, driven away, and later taken out by Luo Tianyuan.

But, he wasn’t clear on what exactly was ominous.