Does he have the strength for this!
Wei Liuping was like a silent volcano.
His two fierce eyes stared intently.
Killing intent was palpable.
"You worthless trash, you've sought death repeatedly. I shall fulfill your wish!"
Ling Fan glanced at him.
He paid no heed.
"One by one. It's not your turn yet. I'll deal with them first."
After speaking, Ling Fan's gaze swept lightly towards the Pei family.
"Haha! Does this brat know what he's saying? This is hilarious!"
"Damn, where did this idiot crawl out from? A mere early stage Xuan Gang realm dares to boast so boldly in front of us. Has his brain been flooded?"
"You want to help that beauty get her dignity back? Come on, give it a try."
The geniuses of the Pei family burst into laughter.
Huang Yong said disdainfully, "To kill a piece of trash like you, I don't even need to draw my sword."
Ling Fan smiled noncommittally.
"Is that so? You all just said Miss Jin's swordplay was subpar. But in my opinion, aren't the swords of your Pei family equally pathetic?"
"Miss Jin drew her sword to save me; at least it was a sword of righteousness. Yours, however, is merely a sword of brute force, fit only for plowing fields and digging soil. Do not insult the very name of swordsmanship."
As soon as Ling Fan uttered these words.
The people of the Pei family were instantly enraged.
The Pei family was recognized as the leading sword-wielding lineage in Liuyun Kingdom.
Who in the entire Liuyun Kingdom dared to point fingers at the Pei family regarding swordsmanship?
Yet today, a mere early stage Xuan Gang realm trash dared to devalue the Pei family's swordsmanship to nothing. Truly audacious!
Pei Jingguang remained silent with a cold expression.
However, his expression already conveyed his stance.
He, with his esteemed status, naturally could not personally act against such an early stage Xuan Gang realm trash.
Huang Yong, observing his master's subtle cues, immediately understood his intentions.
Boom!
A powerful sword intent flowed from Huang Yong's body. The entire person was like a heavy greatsword, his aura robust and steady, as he strode step by step towards Ling Fan.
Just as everyone thought Ling Fan was doomed.
Suddenly, a clear and ethereal voice came from behind.
"Let me do it. This person is no ordinary individual."
Upon hearing this.
Everyone couldn't help but be startled.
Because the one speaking was no minor figure.
It was the Pei family's prodigious daughter, renowned throughout the capital, known by the moniker "Obsessed Sword," Pei Nanwei.
She was an even more monstrous existence than Pei Jingguang.
The undisputed number one genius in terms of talent within the Pei family.
Previously, she hadn't even bothered to watch Huang Yong's fight with Jin Yuyao.
She showed no interest whatsoever.
Yet now, she was paying such close attention to a mere early stage Xuan Gang realm trash.
This made it difficult for everyone not to be surprised.
"Miss, why would you need to personally deal with such trash..."
Before Huang Yong could finish speaking.
The petite yet stunning Pei Nanwei slowly walked over. The aura she unintentionally exuded was enough to send Huang Yong flying backward.
Huang Yong, who had just showcased his prowess and grasped a trace of sword intent, didn't even have the qualification to stand before Pei Nanwei.
This gave everyone a direct understanding of Pei Nanwei's strength.
Too strong!
So strong that ordinary geniuses like them were simply incapable of resisting.
Pei Nanwei's pair of vacant, beautiful eyes gradually focused.
At this moment, she had lost her previous dazed demeanor.
A hint of spirit and allure had been added.
The ancient sword she cradled in her full embrace hummed, as if sensing its master's fighting spirit and becoming excited.
Pei Nanwei curiously sized up Ling Fan.
Ling Fan, in turn, looked at Pei Nanwei with contemplation.
"To encounter a Sword Body in the lower realms. Although the physique is not pure, it is still considered rare."
"You are not bad. You can barely serve as my sword attendant."
Ling Fan's words once again caused a stir.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
This brat truly wouldn't shed tears until he saw his coffin.
He was on a path of self-destruction, never to turn back!
He actually wanted the Pei family's esteemed "Obsessed Sword" to be his maid.
Was he dreaming?
Pei Nanwei, however, showed little anger.
Her expression was dull and calm.
She held her sword and said, "My name is Pei Nanwei. I request your guidance."
When Pei Nanwei straightened up.
A terrifying, world-shattering sword intent suddenly shot out from her eyes.
Within Ling Fan's divine sense perception.
Endless streams of sword dao energy, accompanied by a deafening roar, surged into his body.
That sword intent was incredibly powerful, twisting into a fearsome vortex of sword energy, as if intending to slice Ling Fan's very soul into fragments.
At this moment, in the eyes of others.
Pei Nanwei remained motionless, and Ling Fan also remained motionless.
It was as if both had frozen in time.
Someone muttered, "What... what is happening?"
Another person said, "You don't even know this? You're truly useless. This is called sword intent attack, understand!"
"Sword intent attack? But Miss Pei hasn't even moved her body. How is she attacking that arrogant kid?"
"Tsk, idiot! Didn't you feel that terrifying power emanating from Miss Pei just now? That invisible power is sword intent."
"Don't look at them both being still right now. At this very moment, that arrogant brat has probably already been turned into a walking corpse by Miss Pei's sword intent."
That person couldn't help but sigh, "Sword intent is a supreme power that only Sword Grandmasters at the Heavenly Origin realm can master. One must first temper and elevate their spiritual power to the divine intent level, and then integrate profound understanding of the sword dao to grasp the power of sword intent."
"Out of ten thousand swordsmen, it's fortunate if even one masters sword intent."
"Someone like Miss Pei, who can master sword intent at the Xuan Gang realm, is a peerless sword dao prodigy, one in ten thousand."
"I heard that Miss Pei once exchanged a sword with a Sword Grandmaster, and neither gained the upper hand!"
"Holy cow, that strong?"
"Of course. Miss Pei was born for the sword dao, devoted to the sword, and sought only the sword dao. Otherwise, why would her nickname be 'Obsessed Sword'?"
"Then this brat is definitely finished."
"Does that even need to be said? All that awaits him is to be crushed into dust by Miss Pei's sword intent."
As the crowd was discussing.
At this moment, within Ling Fan's consciousness.
Terrifying sword dragons roared.
Pei Nanwei's figure coalesced, her delicate body straddling a ferocious, giant sword dao dragon.
And below.
Ling Fan stood with his hands behind his back.
His figure was as tiny as a speck of dust.
"My guess was correct. You have indeed condensed divine intent. No wonder I sensed another divine intent faintly from the beginning. So it was you."
Pei Nanwei looked down at Ling Fan.
She said expressionlessly.
"When I draw my sword, I never hold back. Every strike must be pushed to its extreme. If you die by my sword, do not blame me."
Ling Fan smiled faintly, "Then make your move. Let me see if your sword is worthy of following me."
Pei Nanwei tilted her head.
A hint of anger flashed in her eyes.
Clearly, she was provoked by Ling Fan's repeated taunts.