Super War God in the City
Chapter 721 - 721: With a Knife in Hand, Who Dares Compete!

Ling Fan moved swiftly through the wild and desolate mountains of White Country, heading straight towards Huaxia.

When he reached a part of the Nameless Mountain Range, he suddenly discovered a middle-aged man standing with his hands behind his back, his purple hair and blue robe extremely conspicuous, exactly in the path he had to take.

Ling Fan frowned and gradually slowed down, stopping about ten yards from the man.

After pondering for a moment and seeing that the other party did not speak, Ling Fan didn't strike up a conversation either, and immediately turned his body to walk around the man.

In the range of his Divine Sense, besides the man in front of him, he didn't detect any other traces of people.

He couldn't figure out what this mysterious individual wanted, but since the other party hadn't shown any hostility, he naturally couldn't be bothered to provoke trouble.

Just as Ling Fan was about to move, the middle-aged man with purple hair finally spoke.

"Ling Beiming, I have been waiting here for you for a long time, and as a host, I should greet you. Where are you heading?" the middle-aged man asked indifferently.

Ling Fan's movement halted, the man in front of him gave off a mysterious and impenetrable vibe, making him a bit uneasy.

"Hmm? I don't seem to recognize you, sorry, I have things to do, farewell!" Ling Fan chuckled, and without another word, turned to leave.

"Swoosh!"

With a flash of purple afterimage, the middle-aged man's figure suddenly appeared in front of Ling Fan, looking at him with a faint smile.

Official Ling was shocked, a sense of foreboding spreading within him.

"Who are you? What do you want with me?" Ling Fan frowned, with heightened alertness.

The man before him not only knew his name, Ling Beiming, but was also alone and seemingly relaxed about waiting here.

With his current reputation, most people wouldn't dare to confront him so confidently; this suggested that the stranger took him lightly, or at least was confident in facing him.

"Ling Beiming, allow me to introduce myself. The White Country Alliance Leader you killed was my sworn son!" the middle-aged man stated flatly.

Upon hearing this, Ling Fan's pupils constricted suddenly. It turned out to be about revenge. Without a word, he launched himself forward, throwing a punch.

If it was clear that he wasn't a friend, then why hesitate? Just attack; that was Ling Beiming's style!

Seeing this, the middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, also moved, and met the punch with his own.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the two fists collided, emitting a muffled sound, neither gaining the upper hand.

Both took three steps back; Ling Fan's heart skipped a beat, his face filled with surprise.

The man also let out a light exclamation, "Hm? Such a strong body, to be evenly matched with me, how did you cultivate?"

"Pfft, you're not bad yourself, being on par with me is also rare in this world, have the guts to test your skills against me? If you lose, get lost!" Ling Fan's eyes roved as he spoke.

The middle-aged man smiled faintly, "Can do!"

Seeing this, Ling Fan inwardly sneered and immediately burst forth, unleashing the Holy Martial Nine Forms with the force of Mountains and Seas.

"Heaven-Cutting Fist, First Layer, Second Layer, Third Layer..." Ling Fan rapidly threw his fists, creating a barrage of punches.

"Bang bang bang!"

The two bodies collided again in a flash, producing a series of crackling explosions.

For a moment, the middle-aged man was relentlessly pummeled by Ling Fan.

Feeling a tingling in his arms, the middle-aged man was astonished.

"Unbelievable, to have such a powerful body, almost rivaling that of my clan!" he muttered to himself.

At this moment, Ling Fan was even more shocked. With such a violent collision, anyone else would have been blown apart a hundred times by now, yet this guy was unscathed?

"Damn it, could he have been modified by the Shenwu Institute?" Ling Fan wondered in surprise.

With this thought, he didn't say another word and, as he threw another punch, summoned a streak of Exotic Fire along with it.

The middle-aged man was caught off guard, and in an instant, he was enveloped by the Exotic Fire.

"Ling Beiming, you've broken the rules!" A voice drifted faintly from the figure shrouded in Exotic Fire.

"What?" Ling Fan was truly shocked this time.

"Damn it, the Exotic Fire can't harm the opponent?"

Seeing this, Ling Fan's resolve hardened, and suddenly a Blade of the Divine Soul burst forth, piercing the opponent's forehead just as the Exotic Fire dissipated.

The middle-aged man, now visible, looked slightly disheveled, but indeed, he was unharmed by the Exotic Fire.

When Ling Fan's Blade of the Divine Soul came at him, he furrowed his brows fiercely.

Ling Beiming had been causing a sensation in the world, unrivaled for a time, and anyone with common sense knew this man was capable of Soul Attacks—how could he not be aware?

Ling Fan also had a hunch; when the Exotic Fire failed to take effect, he prepared for the possibility of the Blade of the Divine Soul's failure too.

Therefore, with a flick of his wrist, the Spirit Sword was in hand, giving his opponent no chance to catch a breath, as his moves linked together seamlessly, without a single gap.

He then unleashed the Eighteen Forms of Limitlessness, the Thunderclap Sky-breaker cleaving the air, as if it could split the sun and moon.

With this sword strike, Ling Fan exerted all his strength.

"Such a powerful Soul Attack!" The middle-aged man was shocked.

In the split second before, he felt an extremely sharp Soul Sword fiercely crashing against his Soul Defense Barrier.

It caused his Soul Defense Barrier to tremble violently, truly startling him.

He calculated silently; if such an intense attack came ten more times or so, his Soul Defense Barrier's defenses might indeed be breached.

In a flash of thought, he saw Ling Fan's third attack descending upon him.

"Ling Beiming, you really are quite cunning, almost falling for your trick," laughed the middle-aged man lightly.

Immediately, he flipped his wrist and a purple War Saber appeared in his hand, chopping back at Ling Fan's White Rainbow Piercing the Sun and sending down a shocking Sword Qi.

"Boom!"

"Roar!"

Sword and saber clashed with a thunderous roar, Sword Qi and Saber Qi ran wild, with the middle-aged man slightly at a disadvantage, his figure violently smashed into the ground by Ling Fan's sword.

All at once, sand flew and stones scattered, dust billowing up.

Ling Fan sensed the opponent's presence with his Divine Sense, a sinking feeling in his heart—none of his moves could kill the man before him?

"Boom!"

A blue figure suddenly sprang out of the deep pit, rushing toward Ling Fan.

"Ling Beiming, it's time for me to truly make a move. If you can withstand my Purple Blood Nine Blades, you may leave here alive!" the middle-aged man bellowed.

The purple War Saber in his hand shone brilliantly, its dazzling purple radiance was blinding, making it nearly impossible to look directly at.

"Purple Blood First Blade, Thunderous Might!" the middle-aged man shouted loudly.

Ling Fan looked intently, only to see the opponent's figure swell, wrapped in purple light, his aura climbing higher and higher, no longer subtle and restrained as before.

At the same time, vast shadows of the purple saber covered the sky and sun, as if Spatial Turbulence ran amok, and as though he were in the midst of innumerable thunderbolts.

Ling Fan held the Spirit Sword, his expression extremely serious; this man was truly the strongest enemy he had encountered since his return, without a doubt.

Through their previous exchange, the middle-aged man knew well that without putting forth his full effort, it would be hard to defeat Ling Beiming.

Thus, he stirred the blood within his veins as soon as he made a move.

In a flash, his strength surged immensely, as if a single saber in hand could challenge anyone in the world!

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