The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 271 - 267: Earth Evil Seventh Form! (4)

With that, Qin Fan's loosely hanging hands trembled!

His body, tinged with a faint cyan hue, shuddered in response!

WHOOSH, WHOOSH, WHOOSH!

The next second, ten thousand Water Swords sprang up, covering the sky as they shot toward Lan Xiaosheng!

"Damn it! I was too arrogant!" he roared, grinding his teeth in fury. Staring at the thousands of Water Swords rebounding toward him, Lan Xiaosheng's expression turned incredibly grim.

A flash-step retreat? I'm definitely not as fast as these ten thousand Water Swords! Escape? I, Lan Xiaosheng, am not at that point yet!

"Shield, condense!" Sliding half a meter to the side, Lan Xiaosheng leaned over the water's surface and slammed his palm down with boundless momentum!

SPLASH!

The surging Cloud Water swiftly condensed into a shimmering, rippling shield that enveloped Lan Xiaosheng. He unleashed all his Inner Strength, channeling layers of Qi Force into the water shield.

SPLASH! SPLASH!

At the same time, the ten thousand Water Swords reached the shield. The moment they made contact, they disintegrated, their Qi Force dissipating into the Cloud Water below.

Ten thousand swords.

A thousand.

Five hundred.

Three hundred.

One after another, the Water Swords were neutralized by the shield, which was imbued with the might of a Great Success Grandmaster. The volley of direct attacks rapidly dwindled as their Qi Force was nullified.

In the end, only the final hundred remained.

Correspondingly, the expression on Lan Xiaosheng's face grew increasingly intense. By the time the shield had been compressed to a mere handspan's distance, his face was already trembling and pale.

"One last wave. Hold on!" Qin Fan snorted coldly. As he spoke, his body, still aglow with Green Light, leaped forward!

BANG!!!

The final hundred swords struck the shield as expected!

Instantly, the last of the swords were dissolved, but the water shield protecting Lan Xiaosheng also shattered under this final impact!

Water sprayed violently as Lan Xiaosheng was sent flying by the residual force from the last hundred Water Swords.

In that lightning-fast instant, with Lan Xiaosheng unable to react, Qin Fan leaped to within three meters of his falling body.

"Earth Evil Seventh Form, Heavenly Demon Saint Hand!"

With a cold cry, Qin Fan gave Lan Xiaosheng no chance to catch his breath. The True Qi inside his body surged wildly once more as the Green Light from his Prison Suppressing Body faded. His pale right hand, gathering the vast True Qi from within his body, swept furiously toward Lan Xiaosheng! This was the only Martial Technique Qin Fan could currently execute with his True Yuan.

BOOM—!!!

This was the first close-quarters exchange between the two.

Under the fierce might of Qin Fan's sweeping hand, which trailed afterimages, the falling Lan Xiaosheng had no way to escape. An increasingly intense sense of crisis eroded his consciousness. He subconsciously threw up a hand to defend himself, forcing all his Inner Strength into his palm to block Qin Fan's sweeping right hand.

PFFT!!!

With the explosive sound of the collision, Lan Xiaosheng's features twisted. Large beads of cold sweat seeped from his forehead. His palm, unable to withstand the fierce momentum, went numb, and his entire body slid backward across the water's surface like a bowling ball. A mouthful of his lifeblood, containing the very essence of a Grandmaster's spirit, sprayed uncontrollably from his throat.

It splattered on the rippling surface of the Cloud Water.

Lan Xiaosheng had not tasted his own blood for a full twenty-five years!

Faced with this incredible reversal, all the spectating Martial Artists were dumbfounded. Each of them swallowed hard, completely unable to believe what was happening on the Cloud Water.

They originally thought Qin Fan's death amidst the ten thousand Water Swords was certain, but the reversal had come so suddenly, so unbelievably. Not only was Qin Fan unharmed, but he had even turned the swords back on Lan Xiaosheng, sending him flying in embarrassment. Now, a single Martial Technique had made the master of Great Success in the Transformation Realm spew blood in mid-air.

This lightning-fast turn of events felt like the most inconceivable role reversal.

Almost no one believed Qin Fan could be Lan Xiaosheng's opponent. Everyone was counting down the final moments to his death on Emei Mountain. The events of just three breaths ago had unfolded as expected. But in the three breaths since, how had such an unbelievable reversal occurred?

Lan Xiaosheng was a Great Success master wielding mighty Divine Skills, while Qin Fan was merely a young Grandmaster who had appeared out of nowhere! The difference in their cultivation on the path of Martial Arts was like several lifetimes apart. How could such a vast disparity result in this outcome in the blink of an eye?

Everyone was stupefied. Shock and an indescribable, astonishing joy swept through their hearts.

Ye Jizu, who could only watch this pinnacle battle through binoculars, had long since collapsed to the ground. He had thought Master Qin's heaven-defying myth would end amidst the thousands of swords, but when the reversal occurred, he seemed unable to even speak.

Hua Xiaotian, who had not missed a single detail of the life-or-death battle, also wore an expression of utter disbelief. He had never heard of such a comeback.

"If there truly are chosen ones in this world, then this boy is a monster born of destiny!" he blurted out, for some reason recalling his master's words about a 'chosen one' on Taihang Mountain.

"Ma-Ma-Master Hua!" Behind him, the middle-aged man stammered, shivering from the shock of the duel's reversal.

"Lan Xiaosheng is bound to die here today!" Hua Xiaotian said, his breathing growing rapid. He uttered a statement that sounded insane even to himself.

"Master Hua, how can you say that? Wasn't the backlash from the swords just an accident?" the middle-aged man stammered, though a similar crazy thought was already taking root in his own mind.

"Earlier, he executed eight forms of the ethereal Qi Sword. They appeared to be useless, missing every time. But now, he has defeated Lan Xiaosheng with a single blow. Could he really be someone whose mind is unstable and swayed by rash emotions? I think not! Watch. That was undoubtedly a prelude to his ultimate move! Lan Xiaosheng is in grave danger!" It was rare for the usually reserved Hua Xiaotian to repeatedly state his opinions like this. Perhaps he didn't even realize it himself. In the face of the shock Qin Fan delivered, he had already lost his composure.

"Master… Master Hua, what do you think the ultimate move will be?" the middle-aged man asked, his throat suddenly dry.

"A move to take Lan Xiaosheng's life!" The shock was palpable in his tone.

Hua Xiaotian's heart, which had been calm for over twenty years, was now in turmoil. It was in turmoil because of Qin Fan—because of his heaven-defying abilities.