Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

Lady Sanmiao's body was pulled by a suction force and flew rapidly towards Zhang Xiaofan.

Lady Sanmiao, standing in mid-air, stared at Zhang Xiaofan in front of her, especially at his outstretched arms, and was momentarily stunned.

"Snapped!"

"what!"

A voice rang out, and Madam Sanmiao bumped into Zhang Xiaofan's arms, letting out a coquettish cry involuntarily.

Zhang Xiaofan embraced Madam Sanmiao, feeling her soft, warm, and fragrant body.

Lady Sanmiao, as the leader of the Hehuan Sect, has dominated the Demonic Sect for over three hundred years. Although every glance and smile of hers is full of charm and allure, and her voice is seductive and breathy when she speaks to people.

However, that was all because she had cultivated a set of seductive arts, which influenced her behavior. She had lived for over three hundred years, but had never had such intimate contact with a man before.

Just like her disciples in the Hehuan Sect, they were all women.

Therefore, although she was nearly four hundred years old, Lady Sanmiao was still a virgin.

Suddenly embraced by Zhang Xiaofan, even though it was to escape, Madam Sanmiao's ripe and delicate body still trembled slightly as she struggled gently:
"Ghost Emperor, please let me go, my heart is pounding."

Her voice was charming and alluring, and her breath was fragrant.

Zhang Xiaofan smelled the enticing aroma so close at hand and thought to himself:

With that expression and that alluring look on your face, who would want to let you go?

"boom!"

At this moment, the Heavenly Fiend King's enormous blood-red palm slammed into the earth, shattering it into pieces, and huge cracks instantly opened up.

Countless boulders exploded in all directions.

"Hiss!" Madam Sanmiao was startled, her delicate body trembled, and her charming eyes were fixed on the cracks in the ground.

If Zhang Xiaofan hadn't saved her at the crucial moment, even with her peak cultivation at the Shangqing Peak, she would have been smashed into a pulp by the Ghost King's palm.

Seeing this, Madam Sanmiao no longer dared to leave Zhang Xiaofan's embrace and flee for her life alone.

Because she knew that without Zhang Xiaofan's help, she would only face certain death if she tried to escape alone, given the Ghost King's lightning speed.

Then, Lady Sanmiao held Zhang Xiaofan tightly with her soft, boneless hands and said:
"Don't let me go. I'm in your hands today. You must help me escape."

Zhang Xiaofan held Madam Sanmiao in one arm, patted her smooth, beautiful back, and said:
"Don't worry, I was entrusted by Jin Ping'er to rescue you, and I will definitely not abandon you."

"Hmph!" At this moment, a deafening snort rang out, and the Ghost King glared at Zhang Xiaofan, roaring:
"How dare you hug Madam Sanmiao? You've wronged Biyao."

"Today, I will cut you two into a thousand pieces; you won't even be worthy of being my puppets."

Having said that, the Ghost King struck out with his palm, and a beam of blood-red light blasted towards the two of them.

"Hiss!" Madam Sanmiao gasped in shock as she watched the approaching bloody mist.

Because she could see that the power of this blood-red mist was so terrifying that she could not stop it.

Looking back eleven years, when the Holy Sect attacked the Qingyun Sect, her strength was roughly equal to that of the Ghost King.

Now, in just eleven years, the Ghost King's strength has improved to such an extent, which is truly unbelievable.

However, this was also the result of the Ghost King's efforts. After all, even capturing the Four Ancient Spirits alive was something they couldn't have done on their own.

It seems that the Ghost King is the chosen one of the Demonic Sect.

These thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant. Seeing the approaching crimson light, Madam Sanmiao hugged Zhang Xiaofan tightly and said urgently:
"The blood-red aura is unstoppable! Quick, run!"

"Don't panic!" Zhang Xiaofan patted Madam Sanmiao's shoulder, then struck out with his palm.

A blue light appeared, condensing into a giant blue palm that slammed down on the approaching blood mist.

"Boom!" The two palms collided, unleashing a deafening explosion, and a powerful shockwave rippled outwards!

"Click...click...click..."

Trees within a kilometer radius were snapped by the force of the two palm strikes.

Lady Sanmiao looked up at Zhang Xiaofan in disbelief at the scene before her and asked in surprise:
"This...is this your strength? You're so powerful?"

Zhang Xiaofan shook his head and said:
"This level of strength is too weak. I can't even defeat the Ghost King's Heavenly Fiend King. I still need to work harder."

"Too weak?" Madam Sanmiao was stunned. From Zhang Xiaofan's palm strike just now, she realized that Zhang Xiaofan had naturally reached the Taiqing Perfection.

In just seventeen years of cultivation, he had already reached the Taiqing Perfect Mirror.

Such talent is truly terrifying.

Moreover, she was completely stunned when she heard Zhang Xiaofan's words. You're already at the peak of the Taiqing realm, yet you're still weak.

If you're still weak, then all my cultivation over the past three hundred years has been for nothing.

"Zhang Xiaofan!"

The Ghost King roared, completely surprised that Zhang Xiaofan could block his casual palm strike.

It should be noted that after obtaining the power of Asura, the power of his casual palm strike at this moment has already reached the Taiqing Perfection.

Zhang Xiaofan, with a casual palm strike, was actually able to withstand his palm strike.

Does that mean that Zhang Xiaofan's current strength has reached the peak of the Taiqing realm?

He originally thought that with Zhang Xiaofan's talent, he should be able to break through to the Taiqing realm after staying in the Ghost King Sect for twenty years.

Unexpectedly, the other party far exceeded his expectations. In just eleven short years, Zhang Xiaofan had already reached the Taiqing Perfection.

He had already overestimated Zhang Xiaofan enough, but he never expected that the other party would be even more unexpected.

kill!

Zhang Xiaofan must be killed!

Thinking of this, the Ghost King looked down at Zhang Xiaofan and said disdainfully:

"I admit, your talent is truly beyond my expectations."

“However, the pinnacle of cultivation is the Taiqing Perfection Realm, and you have reached the limit of advancement. As for me, I possess the power of Asura, along with the Subduing Dragon Cauldron, the Four Spirits Blood Array, and the Heavenly Fiend King, and my strength has already reached the level of a half-immortal.”

"No matter how much you cultivate, you can never be my match."

"Is that so?" Zhang Xiaofan replied noncommittally. He was thinking, "Do I have to tell you that I'm about to become an immortal?"
After he becomes an immortal, the Ghost King, who is only a half-immortal with the help of external forces, is like an ant compared to him, who is a true immortal.

However, he couldn't say that now; he had to be careful.

The Ghost King is inherently suspicious. If he finds out that he can become an immortal, he will definitely abandon the attack on Qingyun Sect and kill him first.

Although he could escape, the Ghost King, determined to kill him, would certainly threaten those around him.

That would be troublesome.

"Hahaha...hahaha..." The Ghost King looked at Zhang Xiaofan, who was not speaking, and thought that he had rendered the other speechless. He then burst into maniacal laughter.

Now, the Heavenly Fiend King is the Ghost King, and the Ghost King is the Heavenly Fiend King. With the Heavenly Fiend King's blessing, the Ghost King's mad voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth, shaking even the clouds on the horizon.

As Lady Sanmiao held Zhang Xiaofan, she felt the Ghost King's deafening roar, her ears throbbing with pain and her soul trembling.

Her alluring eyes began to gleam with a faint bloodshot light.

This... is the effect of Asura power! (End of Chapter)