Resolute Xiao Fan

Yun Sangyi squirmed in Mo Tianxiao's embrace, seemingly trying to adjust to a comfortable position for her next move.

But how could Mo Tianxiao let her have her way?

Mo Tianxiao, who was intently observing the battle, felt the soft body wriggling in his arms. He immediately tightened his grip, wrapping his arms around her entire body, and scolded, Don't move!

Mhm~ Suddenly squeezed tight, Yun Sangyi let out a muffled groan. A flash of killing intent crossed her eyes, but in the next second, she spoke in a pitiful and delicate voice, Young Master Ye, you are holding me too tightly.

She was almost being squeezed out of shape...

Hearing this, Mo Tianxiao only loosened his grip slightly and reminded her, Shh, don't speak.

Wrapping his clothes around himself and Yun Sangyi, Mo Tianxiao gently shifted his position, hiding the two of them behind a sturdy tree trunk. He poked his head out to observe the battle while pondering what to do next.

What if this Saint Realm old turtle couldn't defeat the proxy fighter Xiao Fan had called upon?

Wouldn't that mean this wondrous treasure of heaven and earth would fall into Xiao Fan's pocket? This was something he absolutely could not allow to happen.

Fortunately, the old turtle was not at a disadvantage right now; the two seemed evenly matched.

This made him feel a little more at ease.

As long as this dragged on, it would become increasingly dangerous for Xiao Fan.

Proxy fighters always had a time limit. Moreover, this was the Hundred Thousand Mountains; how could a battle between Saint Realm experts not attract the attention of other powerhouses in the area?

The longer it lasted, the closer Xiao Fan would be to his death.

Perhaps Xiao Fan's proxy fighter also realized this problem. After exchanging another punch with the old turtle, he did not choose to continue the attack, but instead pulled away to create some distance.

Feeling the changes in his body, Xiao Fan frowned slightly. He hadn't expected this old turtle to be so difficult to deal with. Although its offensive methods were not outstanding, that turtle shell was truly hard.

One must know, he was once a true Great Emperor!

Although Xiao Fan's body couldn't unleash his full strength, it shouldn't have taken him this long to deal with a demonic beast of the same realm.

His consciousness sank into his mind to speak with the other soul residing there. Little Fan, this old turtle is a bit tricky. If we want to take it down, I'm afraid your body will suffer injuries. You decide for yourself whether we should continue.

I'll warn you first, our time is limited. Demonic beasts from the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains are already rushing over. We only have two choices: either finish this quickly, or retreat immediately!

The aged voice entered Xiao Fan's mind, and Xiao Fan instantly made his decision. Gritting his teeth, he said, Snatch it! It's fine if I get a little hurt. Right now, the Great Thunderclap Temple is sending people to capture me. I must become stronger at all costs!

Xiao Fan did not hesitate as he responded to his golden finger grandpa.

He had no choice. He had accidentally offended another top-tier faction, and now he could only try every possible means to become stronger to deal with the upcoming crises.

Because he had accidentally stolen the Buddha Heart left behind by a deceased Quasi-Emperor powerhouse of the Great Thunderclap Temple, he had been blacklisted by the temple and was being hunted down from all sides.

This was also something he couldn't help. He wanted to learn the Mahayana techniques of the Great Thunderclap Temple, but the prerequisite was that he had to accept the old abbot's baptism and completely become a member of the Buddhist sect.

He learned from Elder Yun that this was a brainwashing technique the Buddhist sect always used.

Naturally, he wouldn't agree, but on the surface, he calmly accepted, using the excuse that he needed a few days to adjust his condition.

The Great Thunderclap Temple believed him, and what followed was simple. He and his golden finger grandpa schemed together and directly stole the Buddhist sect's ultimate treasure, the Quasi-Emperor Buddha Heart.

As a result, he began a life of fleeing on the run.

Although he felt a bit sorry for the Buddhist sect, this Quasi-Emperor level Buddha Heart was truly incredible. Its effects were even more tyrannical than those of wondrous treasures of heaven and earth.

Heaven and earth treasures could upgrade the level of his cultivation techniques, but this Quasi-Emperor Buddha Heart directly boosted his cultivation base.

Even now, he had refined less than a fifth of that Quasi-Emperor Buddha Heart.

In other words, before truly stepping into the Saint Realm, he barely needed any other resources to improve his cultivation; this single Buddha Heart could handle it all.

What he needed to do now was find heaven and earth treasures to upgrade his cultivation technique, then refine the Quasi-Emperor Buddha Heart, repeating this cycle until he became a true Saint Realm powerhouse.

He believed that as long as he became a Saint, even if the people from the Great Thunderclap Temple found him, he would no longer need to hide.

Not only that, as soon as he became a Saint Realm powerhouse, his first order of business would definitely be to seek revenge against that despicable and shameless bastard who was already etched into his very bones.

He would remember the grudge of having his balls busted twice for the rest of his life. This was the greatest humiliation he had suffered during his rise!

And Nangong Wan, who was clearly his fiancee but had actually cuckolded him. He had to avenge this grudge as well!

Hearing Xiao Fan's determination, Elder Yun didn't say much more. He was tied to Xiao Fan now; saying more was useless.

No matter how difficult the choice he once made turned out to be, he could only accept it.

Although Xiao Fan was lackluster in many aspects, his talent was undeniable. To be able to perfectly cultivate his technique to this level, Xiao Fan was the first person other than himself.

The faster Xiao Fan rose, the more beneficial it was for him.

Alright, since that's the case, then brace yourself.

Elder Yun, borrowing Xiao Fan's body, looked at the old turtle ahead with a faint smile on his face. Old turtle, seeing that your cultivation hasn't been easy, I'll give you one last chance. Hand over the Seven-Colored Sacred Lotus, and I will spare your life.

At this moment, a trace of killing intent had already risen within Elder Yun's aura. Although it was just a wisp, it made Mo Tianxiao and Yun Sangyi, who were hiding in the distance, feel a bone-piercing chill. Even through their quasi-saint garments, their bodies broke out in a cold sweat.

This made Mo Tianxiao frown even deeper.

If he wanted to deal with this Xiao Fan, he had to borrow someone else's hands.

If he encountered Xiao Fan alone, the latter could summon his proxy fighter to possess him at any time, and he would be no match at all.

A remnant soul of a Great Emperor was no joke.

Facing the hellish killing intent radiating from Elder Yun and his gradually skyrocketing cultivation base, a faint smile appeared on the old turtle's aged face. Its aura remained as steady as Mount Tai as it spoke calmly:

Mid-stage Saint? Can you raise it any higher?

Although the old turtle was also only a mid-stage Saint demonic beast, it showed no panic whatsoever regarding the change in Xiao Fan's strength. There was even a hint of disdain on its face.

To this, the proxy fighter Elder Yun said nothing. He simply continued to elevate the cultivation base until the strength reached the late-stage Saint realm before stopping. Letting out a long breath, he said, It seems this is the limit.

As he said this, a flash of loneliness crossed Elder Yun's eyes.

He was a dignified Great Emperor powerhouse, yet to think that now even an old turtle would look down on him so much.

A former Great Emperor powerhouse now had to rely on someone else's body to fight, and could only unleash the power of a Saint. It was simply humiliating.

Late-stage Saint? Your methods are rather peculiar, but I'll say it again: if you want to take this Seven-Colored Sacred Lotus from my hands, you are not qualified enough.

The old turtle flipped its hand up, and a lotus flower with only seven petals hovered above its palm. It was gorgeously multicolored and absolutely mesmerizing.