Siege of the Great Thunderclap Monastery

"The Great Thunderclap Temple is taking this Time Tower. Anyone who has a problem with that can swallow it!"

Xiao Fan held the Time Tower in one hand, gazing at the few remaining cultivators still standing around him, his eyes full of arrogance.

This feeling of looking down upon the masses was absolutely exhilarating. This was the treatment he deserved.

"Hmph! That was your last resort, wasn't it? I don't believe you can unleash the same attack again!"

Huang Xiaoyao immediately stepped forward and shouted.

"This is a Quasi-Emperor weapon. Do you really think we would just give up?"

"Exactly! Xiao Fan, I admit you have some skills, but there is no way you can launch an attack like that again anytime soon. In fact, you're probably just putting up a strong front to hide your weakness right now, aren't you?"

The cultivators who still had the strength to fight immediately banded together and glared at Xiao Fan.

This was a Quasi-Emperor weapon; as long as there was even a sliver of hope, they would not give up.

What if this was their chance to defy the heavens and change their fate?

After all, ordinary cultivators could spend their entire lives without ever coming into contact with something of this caliber.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Yes, you're right. I am indeed spent right now, but so what? I still have Senior Brother Wuxin and the others to help me. Do you really think trash like you can defeat Senior Brother Wuxin?"

Looking at the mere six or seven people present, Xiao Fan's eyes flashed with mockery.

At this moment, Wuxin also brought the monk Jiechi to Xiao Fan's side. "Benefactors, if you wish to snatch this treasure, you will have to get past this humble monk first."

Seeing Wuxin's emotionless demeanor, the other cultivators were taken aback.

The Buddhist Son of the Great Thunderclap Temple possessed talent and strength far beyond their own, not to mention that they were currently injured.

"Little Tiger, Little Lion, get them!"

Huang Xiaoyao didn't care about any of that and directly sent out the two fierce generals of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

"Roar!!"

The two demonic beasts did not hesitate at all, instantly transforming into their true demonic beast forms, dozens of meters tall, and charged at Wuxin and the others.

A tiger and a lion opened their massive maws to bite at the monk Wuxin, their sharp teeth gleaming with ferocity. Both beasts were at the Peak Soul Formation stage.

Xiao Fan's previous attack had been blocked by Nangong Wan, and thanks to Huang Xiaoyao, they had not been affected. They were currently in peak condition.

Facing the assault of the tiger and lion, the monk Wuxin gently closed his eyes and began to rest his spirit.

Meanwhile, Jiechi, who was beside him, took a step forward, standing protectively next to Wuxin. He pressed his palms together in front of his chest and slightly lowered his brow. "Amitabha..."

"Immovable Wisdom King!"

In the next instant, Jiechi's already burly body expanded even further. His muscles bulged, and veins like twisting dragons popped out across his skin.

Spiritual energy erupted from his body, and an equally massive wrathful Buddha, dozens of meters tall, materialized behind him. It had dark blue skin, hair falling over its shoulders, a furious glare with furrowed brows, and two large fangs protruding from the corners of its mouth. Surrounded by raging flames, it exuded a terrifying aura.

It held a vajra chain in its left hand and raised a sword of wisdom high with its right.

Facing the two incoming behemoths, Jiechi took a fierce step forward and engaged them in battle, the Immovable Wisdom King behind him moving in unison.

"Boom!!"

Fighting one against two, he did not fall at a disadvantage in the slightest.

In fact, the two demonic beasts were faintly suppressed, feeling as though they could not break through his defenses.

"This bald monk is this fierce too??"

Huang Xiaoyao was very displeased. Why were all these bald monks so incredibly strong?

Nangong Wan was also somewhat surprised. If this monk was this powerful, wouldn't Wuxin, the Buddhist Son, be even more formidable?

If she managed to hold off Wuxin, could Xiaoyao defeat Xiao Fan alone?

"So this is Senior Brother Jiechi's strength. Truly extraordinary."

Looking at the Immovable Wisdom King behind Jiechi, Xiao Fan felt a twinge of temptation.

As expected of the guy who always followed the Buddhist Son around. One could not be deceived by his simple-minded appearance.

The Great Thunderclap Temple still had many good things to offer; he would have to learn a few tricks from them in the future.

"Nangong Wan, do you regret it now?"

Xiao Fan turned his head to look at Nangong Wan and her companion, activating his mocking mode. "I told you to come with me back then. Take a good look—your dear senior brother was chased away by a mere woman until he was nowhere to be seen. How pathetic."

"What are you yelling about! Is Big Brother Tianxiao someone you can mock? What's wrong with being a woman? Big Sister Nangong still got the Emperor's inheritance! No matter how loud you bark, you still can't get the Emperor's inheritance!"

Huang Xiaoyao immediately fired back. She simply could not stand Xiao Fan's smug face.

"You little brat, I haven't even settled the score with you for falsely accusing me earlier, and you dare to provoke me!"

Seeing Huang Xiaoyao dare to talk back, Xiao Fan immediately recalled what happened before. If it hadn't been for Huang Xiaoyao's nonsense, his demonic core wouldn't have been blown up again.

"Falsely accuse you? You're not even worthy!" Huang Xiaoyao retorted.

"Cut the crap. If you have the guts, come up and snatch the Time Tower from my hand. You wouldn't happen to be too scared, would you? Is the little princess of the Hundred Thousand Mountains really this cowardly?"

Seeing that the other party only dared to hurl insults but didn't dare to step forward and fight, Xiao Fan immediately taunted her.

"Who says I'm scared!"

Provoked by Xiao Fan, Huang Xiaoyao instantly lost her temper. She rolled up her sleeves, ready to go up and fight him to the death, but Nangong Wan stopped her the next second.

"Xiaoyao, let me test him. You wait here for our senior brother to return."

Nangong Wan drew a longsword and stepped through the void, arriving in front of Wuxin. She pointed her sword at him, her battle intent undisguised.

Sensing this battle intent, Wuxin slowly opened his eyes. "Benefactor Nangong, you have already obtained the Emperor's inheritance. It would be better to yield this treasure to the Great Thunderclap Temple."

"Opportunities are fought for, not yielded." Nangong Wan's expression was cold, showing not a hint of compromise.

"..." Wuxin.

Wuxin was left speechless again. Why did these two martial siblings talk the exact same way? How was he supposed to respond to that?

"If that is the case, then come."

With nothing left to say, Wuxin took a step forward. His figure blurred into an afterimage almost invisible to the naked eye as he closed in on Nangong Wan. He thrust out a single palm, sending a massive golden palm print blasting toward her.

Nangong Wan swung her sword, and a terrifying sword aura, accompanied by the power of her immortal bone, shattered the giant golden palm.

But in the next instant, Wuxin's figure began to flicker continuously. Giant golden palms struck from all directions, carrying tyrannical fluctuations of spiritual energy.

Seeing this, the space around Nangong Wan's body underwent subtle changes. It was as if an invisible wall of air had been erected; the giant palm attacks would distort and vanish once they came within a certain distance of her.

"Is this the Emperor's inheritance?"

Seeing this, Wuxin was deep in thought.

"Rumor has it that the Void Emperor entered the Dao through spatial manipulation. Now it seems that is indeed true."

Spatial techniques required at least a Saint Realm expert to even perform basic applications. Yet, after obtaining the Void Emperor's inheritance, Nangong Wan could utilize partial spatial methods while only at the Soul Formation stage. It was truly heaven-defying.

"You guys, hurry up and take this chance to rob Xiao Fan! While he hasn't recovered yet, snatch the Time Tower and it will be yours!"

In the distance, Huang Xiaoyao hastily egged on the remaining three or four cultivators.

"The secret realm will close in a little while. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"This..."

The other cultivators looked at each other and felt that it made some sense. The secret realm was about to close anyway, so what if they actually managed to steal it?

It just so happened that Xiao Fan couldn't use that kind of attack from earlier right now, and the other two from the Great Thunderclap Temple were being held off.

"Damn it, let's do this! Xiao Fan, you shameless brat, do you really think someone like you is fit to possess such a treasure?! Hand it over this instant!"