Chapter 365: Chapter 365

Fire Blade! To actually turn fire into a blade! Fang Ruo looked at Ding Fan, who had long been so astonished that she didn't know what to say. You should know that she is now an Earth Level Fourth Grade, and she still can't shape her Inner Strength into forms. Yet the opponent could turn fire into a blade!

The man was like the Grim Reaper himself, also momentarily startled, evidently not expecting Ding Fan to wield the Fire Blade.

"Kid, you're going to die!"

The voice of the man like the Grim Reaper did not hide his anger at all.

These Ghost Soldiers were refined by him with great effort and the difficulty involved was known only to him. And there was Ding Fan, who as soon as he made his move, directly killed a swath with the Fire Blade. The man was like the Grim Reaper, almost distraught with grief.

"Withdraw!" the man like the Grim Reaper suddenly bellowed.

The remaining Ghost Soldiers instantly fled in disorder. It was clear to the man like the Grim Reaper that if the standoff continued, the remaining Ghost Soldiers would likely all be slain by his adversary.

"You give no face when face is given. You refused when I intended to let you live, so today I'll collect you and make you one of my Ghost Soldiers!" Having said that, the man like the Grim Reaper directly flipped his cloak off his head.

Upon seeing that face, both Ding Fan and Fang Ruo couldn't help but shudder.

It was a face so hideous that words failed to describe it. The skin of the face was somehow damaged, wrinkled and creased without a single smooth part; the Elder's eyebrows were gone and his small, sinister eyes shone with a blue light. If you encountered him during the day, those of faint heart would likely be scared to death on the spot.

"Dare to declare your lineage?" Ding Fan asked, holding his Longsword upside down, his tone calm.

The man like the Grim Reaper snorted coldly. "Originally, you weren't worthy to know, but since you're going to die now, I shall let you understand in whose hands you perish! Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch... that is me!"

As soon as Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch finished speaking, his Inner Strength burst out violently.

That inner force was incredibly fierce, and even the nearby sands and stones were directly stirred by his True Qi.

Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch?!

Fang Ruo had heard of this person's name before, which echoed loudly in the world; those he set his sights on rarely survived. Upon hearing his name, there was no martial artist in the world who did not pale.

This person's cultivation was not only extremely powerful and perverse, but the Ghost Soldiers he raised were also exceedingly troubling, having been said that a peak Earth Level martial artist died under the Great Formation laid out by the Ghost Soldiers of the Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch.

That was someone who was just one step away from entering the legendary Heavenly Level—a mightily powerful person was killed by him. At this moment, Fang Ruo felt a chilling sensation on her back; she genuinely hadn't expected that here and now, they would actually encounter this Grim Reaper!

Ding Fan, on the other hand, had never heard of the Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch. He just didn't expect that this inhuman, ghostly creature, could have such high cultivation. Judging solely from this display of Inner Strength, this Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch's cultivation should be above Earth Level Fifth Grade.

Ding Fan frowned tightly for a moment.

Since his rebirth, this was the strongest adversary he had ever faced.

"Since I've taken a liking to you, I will grant you three moves. Then, within ten moves, I will slay you," Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch declared arrogantly.

Whoosh... No sooner had the Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch finished speaking than Ding Fan had already charged forward.

In the face of such a formidable opponent, there was simply no room for hesitation. Swish, swish, swish... Ding Fan's Longsword thrust out directly, immediately enveloping Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch within the sword shadows.

Seeing the Longsword thrust out by Ding Fan, the Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch's originally composed face also turned grim.

Ding Fan's swordsmanship contained formations; such skill was incredibly exquisite.

Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch truly hadn't expected there to be such refined swordsmanship in the world, adaptable and fraught with lethal intent.

Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch dared not be careless. Relying on his perverse cultivation, he just managed to find a narrow gap and awkwardly dodged.

However, Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch's evasion was rather disheveled. Fang Ruo, on the other hand, was taken aback to see the handsome man's swordsmanship so formidable that a single sword thrust could force Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch into such an awkward state.

Ding Fan's set of swordsmanship was something he found by chance during his time in the Cultivation World, in the ruins of a cultivator who had reached the Tribulation stage.

This swordsmanship was known as Thousand Cranes Sword.

Given that it was treasured by a Tribulation stage cultivator, one could see just how powerful and refined this swordsmanship was.

However, the swordsmanship required the unity of person and sword, sword communicating with thought... Ding Fan had not refined the Flying Sword for long, so he could only just barely achieve these two points, which meant that at present, he could only unleash one or two layers of the Thousand Cranes Sword's power.

Ding Fan's first sword strike did not succeed. Swish, swish... He followed with several more sword thrusts, putting Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch under pressure. Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch was forced to retreat continuously.

His already very ugly face turned even paler and ghastly; he hadn't expected the other's attack to be so fierce.

By now, Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch also understood, forget about granting three moves; if he really did grant three moves, it's possible he would be seriously injured under the other's sword.

Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch swung his Long Scythe, blocking Ding Fan's stabbing Sword Beams and then directly slashed his Long Scythe towards Ding Fan's neck.

Under his own fierce assault, Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch easily reversed the decline, switching from defense to offense. From this, it was clear that this Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch was really out of the ordinary.

Ding Fan dared not take the slightest bit of carelessness, his figure flashed, barely escaping with his life from under Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch's Long Scythe. The two of them engaged in a furious battle.

Fang Ruo was simply dumbfounded.

Ding Fan was actually able to fight the Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch to a standstill! Had she not witnessed it with her own eyes, who would believe that a man in his early twenties could fight the notoriously ferocious Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch to a draw?

All this time, Fang Ruo had been hailed as a genius, but upon seeing Ding Fan, Fang Ruo realized how insignificant her own cultivation was. Ding Fan was simply too much stronger than her.

Ding Fan was a truly exceptional and stunning prodigy!

Above the Arena, Ding Fan and the Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch were locked in mutual combat.

The only reason Ding Fan managed to hold on was because of his exquisite swordsmanship. It was only by relying on his swordsmanship that he was able to contend with the Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch.

However, the Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch's Inner Strength was formidable, and Ding Fan's shoulder had already been seriously wounded. If this continued, Ding Fan knew he would inevitably die under the opponent's Long Scythe.

"Kid, I must say, I underestimated you. If you agree to join forces with me, then under the heavens, no one would be our match! As long as you are willing to stride through the world side by side with me, we shall henceforth refer to each other as brothers, what do you say?!"

In the midst of the fight, the Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch suddenly shouted.

The talent displayed by Ding Fan amazed the Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch, and he could already foresee that someone so young and yet so formidable would undoubtedly be a dominant figure in the world in ten or twenty years.

That's why the Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch wanted to win him over.

"In your dreams!" Ding Fan's Selfless Sword in his hand, swish, swish, swish... he once again directed his attacks at the Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch.

"Since that's the case, I'll take you as my Ghost General then, perfect since I'm short of a major Ghost Soldier!" The Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch wielded his Long Scythe, relentlessly attacking Ding Fan.

Fang Ruo could only watch from the side.

In such a battle, Fang Ruo couldn't be of much help. If she rushed into the Arena, she would only impact Ding Fan. Without the synchronicity in their attacks, taking on the adversary together would merely hamper each other.

Yet, seeing Ding Fan fighting for his life in the Arena, unable to offer any help, she was indeed very anxious. Witnessing the severe wounds on Ding Fan's shoulder and chest...

And just as Fang Ruo was secretly growing desperate, the situation in the Arena changed once again.

All of a sudden, Ding Fan's figure shot out like a cannonball and then, with a thud... he fell hard onto the ground after being thrown far away.

At that moment, the Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch suddenly charged towards Ding Fan.

Fang Ruo felt a surge of anxiety in her heart, her figure flickered as she darted out, intending to rescue Ding Fan before the Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch could reach him.

But the Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch was incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was already standing in front of Ding Fan, his Long Scythe raised for a strike.

By now, Fang Ruo was hopelessly too late to save Ding Fan.

"Stop!" Fang Ruo cried out.

She had even pictured the scene of Ding Fan being beheaded by the Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch.

However, the envisioned scenario of Ding Fan being killed did not occur. Instead, a Sword Beam suddenly soared skyward. Then, the Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch's body was suddenly pierced by that Sword Beam...

Spurt... A stream of blood shot up.

The Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch's body was violently thrust backward. Now, looking at the Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch, blood poured out from his chest, clearly he was grievously wounded.

The Sword Beam that had emerged now swiftly turned and pursued the Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch once again.

"A Flying Sword!? Could it actually be a Flying Sword?" The Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch looked back at Ding Fan, who was lying on the ground, then his figure flickered, vanishing from the spot.

Ding Fan, meanwhile, forced himself to sit up, and the Sword Beam that had shot upwards was now slowly approaching him.

"How... how is this possible?!"

Fang Ruo had intended to go save Ding Fan, but upon witnessing the Flying Sword, she too was outright stunned.

She had only heard about Flying Swords from her master, but had never seen one. In fact, not just her, even her masters had never seen a Flying Sword.

Fang Ruo stared blankly at Ding Fan.

Just over twenty years of age, exceptional in movement technique, possessing exquisite swordsmanship, formidable Inner Strength, and even a Flying Sword by his side!

This handsome man's capabilities far exceeded Fang Ruo's comprehension. How could someone be so formidable? Keep in mind that she had today's cultivation only due to the cultivation resources and Secret Techniques of the Sect. Could it be that this handsome man was also a Core Disciple of a Great Hidden Sect?!

Fang Ruo glanced towards the direction where the Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch had fled. Follow current novels on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝘯𝘦𝘵

To have inflicted such heavy wounds on the Myriad Ghosts Holy Monarch, just what sort of existence was he?!