"Senior Brother Li, it seems that Senior Brother Zhang has fallen into a siege. Aren't you going to help him?" Song Hesong asked with a worried expression.
Thinking about Senior Brother Zhang's strength based on Li Chen's memories, Li Fan shook his head.
"Let alone four ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators. Even if a cultivator in the early Golden Core stage comes, it may not necessarily be able to do anything to Senior Brother."
Upon hearing this, Song Hesong's expression changed as if confirming Li Fan's words.
With a furious shout from Chu Liang, four beams of light simultaneously surged, about to strike Senior Brother Zhang.
At this critical moment, a purple mirror suddenly appeared above his head, forming a protective shield around him.
Instantly, the four beams of light were reflected back.
The four attackers, including Chu Liang, did not expect this to happen. Caught off guard, they were hit by their own attacks.
"A mere grain of rice dares to shine!" Purple lightning marks on Senior Brother Zhang's eyebrows emitted a frightening light.
Threads of purple lightning surrounded him, exuding a formidable aura.
A sinister-looking halberd, filled with killing intent, slowly appeared in Senior Brother Zhang's hands.
Pointing the halberd at Chu Liang and the others, he sneered, "Today, I'll let you see the difference between the true transmission of a major sect and those of wandering cultivators!"
Before he finished speaking, Senior Brother Zhang flashed and arrived beside the nearest enemy.
With a swing of his halberd, purple lightning, like a dragon, ruthlessly engulfed the enemy.
"Ah!"
The person could only let out a miserable scream before disappearing into the raging purple light.
In an instant, one out of the four was gone.
The remaining few couldn't help but show horror on their faces.
Chu Liang shouted, "Friend Song, why not make your move now? What are you waiting for?"
Li Fan's face changed upon hearing this.
Before he could react, he felt eight blood-red chains suddenly appear around him, binding him.
Then, a force entirely surpassing the Foundation Establishment stage struck his back.
Similarly, a purple mirror appeared above his head, forming a shield that slightly mitigated the force.
However, the force was too powerful. The protective radiance of the purple mirror shattered after a moment, turning into scattered starlight.
Taking a blow head-on, Li Fan spat out a mouthful of blood, and his aura rapidly weakened.
But the other party was relentless.
Looking back, Li Fan saw Song Hesong with an emotionless face, wielding a blood-red giant hammer.
With a majestic force, the hammer's momentum struck continuously, seemingly about to kill Li Fan on the spot.
At the critical moment, a jade pendant on Li Fan's chest suddenly shattered.
A giant hand made entirely of purple lightning formed from the jade pendant fragments.
With a single-handed seal, the hand locked onto Song Hesong.
Above his head, dark clouds instantly gathered.
A thick and sturdy purple thunder, resembling a bucket, descended towards Song Hesong.
Song Hesong's face showed a fierce expression, not dodging or evading, preparing to withstand this attack even if it meant killing Li Fan first.
In the blink of an eye, a long halberd flew from a distance, intercepting the blood-red giant hammer.
In an instant, Senior Brother Zhang arrived, supporting Li Fan.
"Are you okay, Junior Brother?"
As he spoke, he passed a strand of spiritual energy to Li Fan, stabilizing his injuries.
Then, with a solemn expression, he looked at Song Hesong.
Li Fan, whose spiritual energy had just slowly recovered from the shock, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, squinting his eyes, staring at Song Hesong.
This person suddenly turned hostile and erupted with a strength far beyond the surface of the late Foundation Establishment stage.
Indeed, it was beyond Li Fan's expectations.
Combined with the fact that he occupied someone else's body and was not familiar with his own techniques and moves.
Unexpectedly, he almost fell victim to a sneak attack.
Fortunately, Li Chen, the original owner of the body, was still an inner disciple of the Purple Cloud Sect, with several self-defense methods, barely escaping danger.
Looking at Song Hesong again, he saw that this person seemed to be seriously injured by the Purple Thunder, but immediately, a lot of green vitality energy floated from the city below Ningyuan, rapidly restoring his injuries.
In just a moment, he was restored to his original state.
Song Hesong's face darkened, and the blood-red giant hammer transformed into a long sword, held in his hands.
Chu Liang and the other three rushed over from a distance, surrounding the two from the Purple Cloud Sect.
Ignoring Chu Liang and the three others at the Foundation Establishment stage, Senior Brother Zhang, instead, focused on Song Hesong, frowning.
"Mid-Golden Core? Manager Song, have you also practiced that new method?"
Song Hesong showed a mocking expression, "What else? After toiling for your Purple Cloud Sect for most of my life, I've only managed to obtain the position of an outer sect manager."
"In addition to a shallow cultivation technique, 'Purple Cloud Calling Thunder Art,' there's only that meager amount of spirit stones every year."
"I'm afraid that even until I die, I'll only reach the Foundation Establishment stage."
Song Hesong said bitterly, "Talking about how my aptitude is insufficient! After cultivating the new method, I reached Foundation Establishment in five years and Core Formation in ten!"
"Senior Brother Song, how do you see my aptitude?"
Looking at the thick remaining blood color around Song Hesong, Senior Brother Zhang's eyes revealed a killing intent, "A demonic path cultivator! I will eradicate you!"
As if hearing the world's funniest joke, Song Hesong burst into laughter, his mocking intent almost overflowing, "Demonic path cultivator? You so-called prestigious sects treat ordinary people like livestock, extracting their life essence and refining longevity fruits."
"This extremely wicked method dares to call others demonic path cultivators?"
"I think you all are the real demons!"
The blood-colored aura on Song Hesong's body surged along with his angry words.
Senior Brother Zhang's expression remained unchanged, "Ordinary people receive our protection and must pay a price. Beyond the wilderness, there are demons and strange beasts everywhere. Ordinary people are like food."
"If it weren't for our immortal sect's protection, how could they live so peacefully for so long?"
"Your few unfounded words want to disturb my Dao heart?"
In Senior Brother Zhang's eyes, the purple color became even denser.
The long halberd pointed at Song Hesong, "Although you are at the Golden Core stage, today, I will kill you!"
Under the intimidating force of Senior Brother Zhang's halberd, Song Hesong's breath seemed to stagnate for a moment.
But soon, he became somewhat annoyed.
"I've heard long ago about how extraordinary the inner disciples are. Today, I must truly learn!"
As he spoke, the blood-red long sword in his hand suddenly split into six, facing the long halberd of Senior Brother Zhang.
On Li Fan's side, Chu Liang's three cultivators surrounded him.
Facing the siege of three cultivators of the same level, Li Fan remained calm.
Activating the "Purple Cloud Thunder Mastery," he took out his personal magic weapon, a long spear.
Shaking the spear, it emitted a sound resembling a dragon's roar.
A chaotic battle unfolded against Chu Liang's three cultivators.
Initially, Li Fan was not very familiar with the techniques he could use.
There was always a feeling of stiffness in his attacks.
Waving the long spear, Chu Liang's three cultivators could easily evade.
Although Chu Liang and the other two were at the same Foundation Establishment stage as Li Fan, they were still newcomers, and their attack methods were weaker.
Li Fan handled them with ease.
As time passed and Li Fan became more familiar with his own spells, his attacks became sharper and more deadly.
Surprisingly, Chu Liang's three cultivators gradually fell into a disadvantage.
(End of this chapter)