"Beard, what's the situation? If you've seen enough, let me take a look!"

In the city not far from the mountain peak where the Wuji Sect is located, a middle-aged man with a square face looked somewhat anxious as he urged the young man with a beard in front of him at the top-floor window of the eight-story pavilion.

"Why are you in such a hurry? It's just the beginning; can't see too much yet, but I feel that the Wuji Sect is unlikely to win."

The young man with the beard ignored the request from the middle-aged man behind him to change the single-tube telescope and voiced his current judgment on the battle situation on the far-off mountain peak.

"What about the Wuji Sect Leader? Did he die on the bone ship?"

The middle-aged man with glasses beside him, who seemed gentle, continued to ask the bearded young man who was observing from afar. He was evidently aware of the reckless act of the Wuji Sect Leader rushing onto the enemy's flying ship alone not long ago.

"The sect leader is still alive and seems to have considerable fighting power, but he's already been tightly entangled by several powerful members of the demon sect on the bone ship. Defeat is probably just a matter of time."

The bearded young man closely observing through the handheld telescope quickly replied.

"Hmm... What about the top of the mountain? Can you see anything, Beard?"

The bespectacled man continued to ask him.

"There's too many people on the mountain top and things are too chaotic. My perspective is too low to even roughly judge the situation."

The bearded young man promptly gave a negative response.

"Mr. Wang! News from Fatty just came in!"

While the man with glasses was frowning and pondering, the square-faced middle-aged man handed an instrument that looked somewhat like a walkie-talkie to the bespectacled man, and then a string of somewhat fuzzy, heavily distorted male voices came from the speaker of the instrument:

"...battle on the mountain top... deadlock... that person... very strong... one... kills dozens... but too many... sect... if dragged out... will lose... I... need to retreat..."

The group quietly listened to the audio intelligence sent by Fatty, who was conducting field investigations on the mountain top, and fell into a silence.

A few seconds later, the bespectacled man slowly spoke:

"Tell Fatty to come back quickly... This dungeon's difficulty is too high, the enemy's numbers far exceed a thousand, including quite a few powerful individuals, choosing to give up is the right decision, probably even with all eighteen players left on the mountain top, it would be hard to win."

"Okay, Mr. Wang, but I think Fatty is already quietly descending the mountain."

After hearing the bespectacled man's words, the square-faced middle-aged man immediately began operating the instrument resembling a walkie-talkie, seemingly sending a voice message.

While the two around him were busy, the bespectacled man couldn't help but fall into thought, mumbling:

"Could it be that I overthought? That person is merely a brute with slightly stronger power?"

As he was deeply pondering, Wang Zhifan's slaughter continued on the distant mountain top visible from the window in front of him.

As a swordsman with far superior physical attributes, possessing Lv8 exceptional blade skills, and wielding a rather remarkable Rare-Level Wolf-Slaying Blade, Wang Zhifan now charged like a fierce tiger into a flock of sheep, meeting no opponent capable of withstanding a single blow, easily taking the life of a demon sect member with a casual strike!

During this period, it was difficult for him to showcase another critical skill, that of Lv8 Heart Stream which provided high physical penetration and double damage effects, because his damage capabilities against these relatively mediocre enemies were completely overflowing, effortlessly, killing instantly, regardless of whether high penetration triggers double damage.

But would those demon sect members aboard the bone ship continue to let him slaughter their comrades who had landed on the mountain top so wantonly? Naturally, the answer was no.

Just as Wang Zhifan consecutively cut down about a hundred demon sect disciples jumping down from the bone ship, a piercingly swift and ferociously terrifying aura suddenly descended from the sky, rushing towards his back!

Due to his ultra-high Spirit attribute granting him exceptional perception, Wang Zhifan immediately sensed this markedly different enemy. He then turned with impeccable Body Technique, deftly slashing upward, and amidst cascading air ripples caused by clashing forces, his Wolf-Slaying Blade directly intercepted an over adult-sized Demon Head Saber, facing a pair of crazed bloodshot eyes and the gaunt man possessing them.

"Hahaha! To withstand this strike of mine! You are worthy to become a soul beneath my blade!"

The gaunt man, with eyes full of endless madness, seemed very excited that Wang Zhifan could counter his attack, immediately laughed eerily while frenziedly attacking Wang Zhifan, making the Demon Head Saber in his hand, larger than himself, dance like a phantom, forming a mountain of blades pressing against Wang Zhifan's entire body, instantly exerting unprecedented pressure on him.

"This person's blade skills are on par with mine... but that's as far as it goes."

Facing the sudden strong adversary, Wang Zhifan's mental state was unprecedentedly calm, as he refused to yield, solely using the power of blade skills against the demon sect expert with absolute superb skills in front of him.

Their figures then collided at high speed like phantoms on the chaotic stone-paved plaza, continuously emitting ferocious Qi Force spreading in all directions, directly sweeping away those unfortunate ones unable to dodge.

In the blink of an eye, they fought from one side of the mountain top to the other, then from the other side to the summit of the Wuji Sect main hall. Wherever they went, anything that offered minimal obstruction was instantly shredded into fragments by the rampant blade energy.

Approximately twenty seconds later, they engaged in an exceedingly intense confrontation on the roof of Wuji Sect's main hall, but suddenly one of them could not hold on and retreated, revealing his multiple-injured gaunt body and the cracked massive Demon Head Saber.

At this moment, this somewhat worn-out demon sect swordsman's eyes of madness had significantly diminished, replaced by a lot of confusion.

"Your blade and blade skills are peculiar."

He then uttered in a slightly hoarse voice towards Wang Zhifan opposite him, his eyes flashing with heavy wariness.

But Wang Zhifan opposite him did not answer his question, instead abruptly switching the Wolf-Slaying Blade in his hand to a grand dragon saber flowing with a dark purple hue and wild design.

"The warm-up is over; time to send you on your way."

Wang Zhifan followed by leisurely withdrawing the dragon saber from its scabbard, each inch drawn causing violent unrestrained purple electric currents to freely run along the saber's blade.

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