Treasure Gathering Immortal Furnace

Compared to Lu Fan's uncontrollable elation, Ku Rong's face was solemn.

"Junior brother, it seems that a Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Qi Sect will be arriving soon. We must be careful in our battle," Ku Rong said slowly.

"Senior brother, I see that our two senior uncles have been at a disadvantage. If they are defeated, have they thought about their escape route?" Lu Fan asked.

Ku Rong patted Lu Fan on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, although Master's raw strength is no match for this old Taoist, his methods are not limited to this. In the battle of Core Formation, unless it is a crushing defeat, it is not easy to determine the winner. As long as it drags on long enough, it will be to our advantage."

"Besides, even if we are defeated, I have a way to escape."

Upon hearing this, Lu Fan frowned slightly. Could it be that this old ghost still had a trump card up its sleeve? If that were the case, then it would indeed be difficult to determine a winner in the short term.

However, this was no longer what Lu Fan cared about; his goal remained the Dew of Creation.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Just as Lu Fan was pondering, a whooshing sound came from the sky, and two Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Qi Refining Sect led dozens of Qi Refining disciples to rush over in an instant.

The two Foundation Establishment cultivators were a middle-aged man in a blue robe and a Daoist hat, and an old man in a brown robe. Both of them were at the late Foundation Establishment stage.

"Hehe, the One Qi Sect is really petty. Since you've come to seize resources, why send two late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators instead of a few pseudo-Core Formation cultivators? Do you look down on my Blood Spirit Sect?" Ku Rong grinned.

"Kurong, it's been more than ten years since we last met. I wonder if you still remember me?" The man in blue robes, holding a whisk, took a step forward and spoke slowly.

Upon hearing this, Ku Rong focused his attention and saw that the man in blue robes was none other than Yu He, the leader of the Yi Qi Sect at the Demon Extermination Conference more than ten years ago!

Lu Fan naturally recognized the other party at a glance, which made him subconsciously lower his head and lean closer to Ku Rong's back, afraid that Yu He would recognize him.

"Who do we have here? It's you, old Taoist. What a small world!" Ku Rong grinned, suddenly raising his hand to summon his giant sword, looking ready to fight at the slightest provocation.

"Then let's settle this old grudge today!" Yu He suddenly flicked his whisk, his aura rising abruptly.

At that moment, Lu Fan's pupils contracted slightly when he sensed Yu He's fleeting presence.

He remembered that more than ten years ago, during the Demon Extermination Conference, Yu He was already in the late Foundation Establishment stage, and even faintly reached the Pseudo-Core stage.

But ten years have passed, and Yu He's aura is still firmly stuck at the late Foundation Establishment stage? It has declined instead of improved?

This is simply unreasonable. After all, although Yu He's talent is not as good as those three elders, he is still a key figure being cultivated by the Qi Sect.

Logically speaking, even if his talent was lacking, with the support of the sect over the past ten years, he should have steadily advanced from the late Foundation Establishment stage to the Pseudo-Core stage, or even attempted Core Formation.

But the other party didn't! There must be something fishy going on!

Before the fight even started, Lu Fan sensed something was amiss and immediately said, "Senior brother, leave that old man in the brown robe to me!"

Fearing that delay might lead to unforeseen changes, Lu Fan immediately summoned the Tungsten Heart Sword and rushed straight towards the brown-robed old man in the distance.

"Alright, then let this old man play with you!" Seeing Lu Fan attack, the brown-robed elder immediately summoned his longsword to meet him.

"Disciples! Show yourselves and protect my forbidden area!" Kurong shouted immediately.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

The twenty Blood Spirit Sect disciples who had been hiding in the shadows immediately rushed out, and Yu He also slightly raised his hand. Then the One Qi Sect disciples also immediately made their move, and the disciples of both sides instantly engaged in a fierce battle.

"Junior brother is so brave, how can I, as his senior brother, fall behind!" Ku Rong wielded his giant sword and slashed at Yu He in an instant.

As Ku Rong raised his sword to attack, Yu He smiled subtly. Then, with a flick of his whisk, it coiled around Ku Rong's giant sword like a serpent.

Before Ku Rong could draw his sword, Yu He suddenly pulled him, and Ku Rong flew uncontrollably toward Yu He.

"Something's wrong!" Ku Rong exclaimed in alarm, sensing the powerful force erupting from Yu He's body, but it was already too late...

Pfft...

In an instant, Yu He extended his fist and pierced through Kurong's chest, shattering all of Kurong's internal organs!

"You...!" Ku Rong stared at the bloody hole in his chest, his pupils contracting. Before he could even utter a complete sentence, Yu He flung him away.

thump...

It rolled several meters on the ground, its life force rapidly fading, blood continuously oozing from its mouth, its pupils fixed intently in Lu Fan's direction...

And all of this happened in the blink of an eye!

Lu Fan was completely unaware of what had happened until he belatedly realized that Ku Rong was already seriously injured and on the verge of death, which left him dumbfounded!

What kind of strength does Ku Rong have? He's a Pseudo-Core Formation cultivator! Yet he was killed by Yu He, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, with a single punch that ripped open his chest?

"As expected! This guy! He's been hiding his strength!" Lu Fan immediately judged that Yu He's strength was already at the Core Formation stage!

Although Ku Rong was not weak, he was facing Yu He, who appeared to be only at the late Foundation Establishment stage. He was inevitably overconfident and was instantly killed by the opponent.

"Deacon Wu, these evil scoundrels are weak, so I'll leave them to you to deal with. I'll go retrieve the Dew of Creation and come back to help you, lest things change if I'm too late," Yu He said slowly.

"Hehe, Elder Yu, please go ahead. I'll keep this young friend company for a while," the old man in brown robes chuckled.

Yu He nodded slightly, then jumped directly into the sinkhole, shattering the restriction with a single punch, and then sped towards the depths of the sinkhole.

Seeing this, Lu Fan's face turned ashen. He had finally waited for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If the Qi Sect beat him to it and took away the Dew of Creation, wouldn't all his plans over the past few years have been for nothing?

"Young friend, don't be in a hurry. I have plenty of time to play with you," the old man in brown robes said with a smile, looking at Lu Fan, whose face was ashen.

"Old man, I don't have time to play with you!"

As soon as Lu Fan finished speaking, the Wind Feather Wings instantly appeared! With a flick of his wrist, the Tungsten Heart Sword sent hundreds of sword shadows sweeping towards the old man.

"This!" The old man in brown robes was shocked when he saw the sword light coming from all directions and hurriedly raised his sword to block it.

Pfft...

Just as the old man in brown robes was blocking the sword light, Lu Fan used the extraordinary speed of the Wind Feather Wings to flash past the old man.

One sword to the throat!

The old man in the brown robe touched the bloodstain on his neck, looked at Lu Fan in disbelief, and finally fell to the ground with a thud.

Lu Fan instantly killed the brown-robed elder without the slightest hesitation, then activated his Wind Feather Wings and sped straight towards the sinkhole.

All of this was clearly seen by Ku Rong, who was lying on the ground. It seemed that he was still wondering before he died how his junior brother, who was not good at killing, could be so powerful.

Instantly defeating late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, as easily as slicing melons and vegetables?

But the passing of life didn't give Ku Rong much time to ponder; he closed his eyes and breathed his last.