Invincible starts with predatory terms

Quite a while passed, and Xuanqing Sect became even more lively after Yang Fan and his two companions returned.

The disciples' cultivation efficiency also increased significantly, thanks to the guidance available, and the implementation of a reward system further boosted their enthusiasm. Xuanqing Sect was thriving.

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During this time, Zhang Lan Sheng and Li Yu also made rapid progress in their cultivation, not only because of the guidance they received but also because of their exceptional talent.

If they weren't talented, the Destiny Plunder System wouldn't have found them and led Yang Fan to accept them as disciples.

As for Li Changsheng and Li Ling'er, there was even less to say. Both were naturally talented and diligent individuals. Li Changsheng's Azure Dragon Swordplay was nearing the point of perfection.

Yang Fan was confident that among the younger generation, excluding those prodigies from the major sects, Li Changsheng wouldn't lose to anyone. As for those true prodigies, Li Changsheng only lacked time and experience.

As for Li Ling'er, her Supreme Xuanqing Dao Scripture was also nearing completion. Li Ling'er was born with an affinity for Daoist techniques. No matter what kind of Daoist technique she cultivated, her speed would be the fastest.

As for Yang Fan himself, he could only say that he didn't know how strong he had become. During this period, Xuanqing Sect had recruited many new disciples, and several of them had excellent destinies. Moreover, the sect's overall strength had significantly improved, so, as the tide rises, Yang Fan's strength also increased rapidly.

Yang Fan felt that if he were to return to the time when he helped the Purple Bamboo Sect fight against the Demonic Sect, he would handle it even more easily.

One day, while Yang Fan was guiding Li Changsheng and Li Ling'er in their cultivation, he suddenly felt a terrifying pressure. He immediately flew to the top of the sect on his sword, followed by Li Changsheng, Li Ling'er, the Refinement Elder, and several other elders.

They looked with grave expressions at the source of the pressure. After a moment, a cloud of black mist appeared on the horizon. Before Yang Fan could see what it was, a terrifying voice came from the black mist. "Heh heh heh, so this is Xuanqing Sect, truly a place of outstanding talents."

"Who are you?" Yang Fan asked in a deep voice.

"Who am I? Sect Leader Yang is truly forgetful. Let me help Sect Leader Yang recall." The black mist dissipated, and a man in black robes walked out. His face was obscured by a cloud of black mist, making it impossible to see clearly.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Half a month ago, you killed countless disciples of my sect. Have you forgotten so quickly?"

Yang Fan recalled the event and then understood. "You are the Sect Leader of the Demonic Sect?"

"I didn't expect Sect Leader Yang to remember this matter. My name is Mo Ya. I have come here to seek justice for the disciples of my sect," Mo Ya said coldly.

"Justice? Your Demonic Sect commits all kinds of evil. Last time, you tried to invade and occupy the Purple Bamboo Sect, but I drove you back at Stone Forest Gorge. Now, you actually have the nerve to come and ask me for justice?" Yang Fan sneered. "Since you want justice, then I will give you justice. I'm just afraid that even if I give it to you, you won't dare to take it."

"Sect Leader Yang has a great reputation. I want to see how much weight your justice has." With that, the man raised his hand, and a bloody claw attacked Yang Fan.

Yang Fan sneered and raised his hand in a sword gesture, drawing in the air to quickly form a sword seal. Instantly, countless flying swords flew towards the bloody claw. Then, Yang Fan said, "You all watch over the sect. Leave this person to me."

He then formed another hand seal, and the clouds in the sky churned, forming a huge handprint that pressed down on Mo Ya.

Mo Ya raised his hand, and countless wronged souls emerged from the ground, rushing towards the handprint.

Yang Fan chuckled. "You want to run? Did you ask me?" He raised his hand and formed a seal in front of him. Instantly, the area within a hundred miles was sealed off. This was the power of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword.

Mo Ya's expression changed constantly as he looked at this situation. Finally, he said to Yang Fan, "I admit defeat this time. I wonder how I can get you to spare my life."

"Spare your life? Heh heh, if the roles were reversed today, would you let me go?" Yang Fan sneered.

"So, there's no room for negotiation?" Mo Ya said in a deep voice.

"No," Yang Fan said very simply.

"Good, you forced me to do this!" Black smoke began to emanate from Mo Ya's entire body, and then black blood flowed from his seven orifices. Subsequently, his entire body began to tremble. Yang Fan frowned, not knowing what he was going to do.

Then, in an instant, a terrifying pressure erupted from his body, and black smoke enveloped the area within a hundred miles, also shrouding Yang Fan's vision.

When he reappeared in Yang Fan's sight, Yang Fan's pupils contracted slightly. At this time, what stood before him was no longer a person. The creature before him was hundreds of feet tall, with a head like a snake but with two horns.

It had six arms, no feet, and a pile of tentacles beneath it. There was also a pair of wings that blotted out the sky.

It looked at the tiny creature before it and said, its voice like thunder, "I didn't want to use this move, but you forced me to."

It turned out that this move was used at the cost of sacrificing lifespan and perception.

Using it too much would not only shorten lifespan but also gradually assimilate consciousness, eventually turning into a complete monster.

Yang Fan looked solemnly at the monster before him. At this time, its pressure had reached the fifth level of the Profound realm.

At this moment, the monster raised a palm and slapped towards Yang Fan. This strike had the power to tear the heavens and split the earth. Yang Fan couldn't dodge because below him was the Xuanqing Sect.

His hands flew, and a huge sword shadow appeared in front of him, blocking the strike. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the monster attacked continuously, and Yang Fan could only parry.

Yang Fan drove the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, and the sword shadows and sword lights instantly disintegrated into countless pieces. This was the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to Origin. The monster narrowed its eyes. "I didn't expect that there are still people who know this move."

Countless sword lights slashed towards the monster. The monster roared to the sky, and countless wronged souls and vengeful ghosts transformed into black mist, condensing around it and blocking the sword lights attacking from all directions.

Seeing this, Yang Fan thought to himself, "I can only use that move."

He slapped his chest, and a mouthful of essence blood spurted out. He formed a hand seal, and around him, four immortal swords made of colored glaze seemed to appear between heaven and earth.

"Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation!"