Fellow Daoist Su, You Have a Great Figure

Several cultivators charged at Xiao Fan, and even Huang Xiaoyao rushed forward with them.

With Xiao Fan completely alone, they refused to believe they couldn't take him down.

Seeing the group attacking, Xiao Fan's expression changed, and he hurriedly shouted at the top of his lungs, "Senior Brother Wuxin!"

In his current state, he definitely wasn't a match for the three of them. Rather than taking them head-on, calling Wuxin for help was the safer bet.

Hearing Xiao Fan's cry for help, Wuxin caught sight of his direction from the corner of his eye. Realizing Xiao Fan was being besieged by several cultivators, he frowned slightly and tried to turn back to protect him.

However, Nangong Wan naturally wouldn't let him leave so easily.

A sword aura over ten zhang long slashed toward Wuxin, blocking his path.

Seeing this, Wuxin's figure blurred into an afterimage as he once again pulled away. At the same time, he held a single palm vertically in front of his chest and began to chant scriptures, as boundless spiritual energy erupted from his body.

"Go!"

A golden light burst forth from his palm. It didn't attack Nangong Wan, but instead flew towards Xiao Fan's direction.

"Clang!!"

A huge golden bell, several zhang tall, enveloped Xiao Fan. The bell slowly rotated, surrounded by densely packed scriptures that continuously flashed, protecting Xiao Fan within.

Seeing this, the cultivators immediately drew their weapons and frantically struck the golden bell.

"Clang! Clang!"

The sounds of impact were crisp and loud. The golden bell acted like an impenetrable 360-degree wall, shielding Xiao Fan inside. The cultivators' attacks could only make the bell tremble slightly, but failed to shatter it.

"Hahahaha! Come on, come rob me!"

Seeing Wuxin come through so reliably, Xiao Fan instantly became arrogant again, hiding inside the bell and endlessly mocking the cultivators outside.

"Brothers! Smash this turtle shell and get him!"

The cultivators intensified their efforts, attacking the bell like madmen.

Huang Xiaoyao also joined the fray, and the group unleashed a barrage of attacks upon the bell.

"Crack."

Under the continuous assault, a tiny crack finally appeared on the rock-solid bell, though it was still far from shattering.

"Keep trying your best. The secret realm is going to close in just a little while."

Xiao Fan didn't panic at all. As long as he stalled for a bit longer, the secret realm would close, and everything would be secured!

"Damn it! If Big Brother Tianxiao hadn't been delayed from returning, you wouldn't get the chance to be so arrogant!"

Huang Xiaoyao gritted her teeth in anger, wishing she could immediately tear open this turtle shell of a bell and kick Xiao Fan into the sky.

"As long as there's even a sliver of a chance, we won't give up!"

The other cultivators were still desperately attacking the bell. A Quasi-Emperor weapon was right in front of them; what if they actually managed to snatch it?

Meanwhile.

On the other side, Mo Tianxiao was still fighting a guerrilla battle against Su Muxue.

"Come on, Fellow Daoist Su, can we not do this? The secret realm is almost closed, can't we go grab some treasures first?"

Mo Tianxiao had a trace of helplessness on his face. He estimated there were only a few minutes left; he couldn't keep fighting this crazy woman.

"Then admit it!"

Su Muxue controlled numerous sword auras, launching continuous attacks while persistently interrogating him.

"What a stubborn mule!"

Seeing that Su Muxue refused to listen to reason, Mo Tianxiao also felt a surge of anger.

This woman looked so heroic and open-minded, but who would've thought she was so stubborn? Whoever married this chick in the future would be annoyed to death.

"I'll play with you next time."

Mo Tianxiao stood in place and began to fully circulate the Demonic Emperor Sutra. The spiritual energy within his body violently erupted, and his overall aura skyrocketed wildly.

The terrifying spiritual energy materialized into pieces of wicked dark armor that attached to his body.

"Annihilate!"

Mo Tianxiao swung his holy sword, and the majestic spiritual energy transformed into a dark energy shockwave that instantly obliterated the sky full of sword auras.

"How is that possible?"

Su Muxue was shocked by this sudden turn of events. How could his strength be so overwhelming?

However, before she could even react, Mo Tianxiao's figure had already arrived by her side. He raised his right hand high and slapped it down ruthlessly.

"Smack!!"

What a crisp sound.

Mo Tianxiao's palm slapped right onto Su Muxue's perky rear.

At this moment, Su Muxue's brain short-circuited. She stood frozen in place, unable to move, as if she had crashed.

Mo Tianxiao, on the other hand, squeezed his hand and secretly sighed in his heart. The feel... so bouncy...

"Fellow Daoist Su, nice figure."

After casually dropping that sentence, Mo Tianxiao turned into a dark afterimage and shot into the distance, disappearing over the horizon in an instant.

After Mo Tianxiao left, Su Muxue's body began to tremble slightly. Her originally fair face instantly flushed crimson red, and an unprecedented wave of shame rushed straight to the top of her head.

"Mo! Tian! Xiao! And you still say it wasn't you!!"

Instantly, Su Muxue erupted with an aura even more tyrannical than before. She even looked like she was about to immediately break through the shackles of the Soul Formation realm and reach the Profound Connection realm.

The bountiful curves on her chest couldn't help but tremble, but unfortunately, there was no one around to appreciate this beautiful sight.

At the same time, Huang Xiaoyao and the others were still attacking the golden bell, continuously cursing Xiao Fan.

"Xiao Fan! You cowardly turtle, come out and fight one-on-one if you have the guts!"

"Shameless brat! Hiding in a turtle shell, I've never seen such a coward!"

Facing the curses of the surrounding cultivators, Xiao Fan scratched his ear with a leisurely and content expression.

"Keep shouting. Even if you scream yourselves hoarse, you still won't get this fine treasure."

Looking at the crack on the bell, Xiao Fan wasn't panicked in the slightest because the secret realm was about to close.

The louder the guys outside yelled, the more delighted he felt.

"A Quasi-Emperor weapon, you trash probably only have this one chance in your entire lives to even get near one, right?"

"Xiao Fan, you thieving rat, what are you so smug about?"

Huang Xiaoyao really couldn't stand Xiao Fan's punchable face anymore and started cursing at him again.

Hearing this, Xiao Fan's expression stiffened. For a split second, his defenses were breached, but he recovered the next second. "Hmph, you're nothing but a piece of trash who twists the truth and only knows petty tricks."

"You...! You're the trash!"

Huang Xiaoyao clenched her fists in anger, wishing she could smash Xiao Fan to death with a single punch.

"As the little princess of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, your combat power is so pathetic, and all you do is falsely accuse people. You are a complete and utter piece of trash!

If I were you, I would have found a rock and smashed my head against it long ago. If it weren't for your status, no one would like you! And no one would respect you!

Face reality! Setting aside your status, you are just a massive! Piece! Of! Trash!"

Xiao Fan seemed to have unlocked his inner potential, unleashing a torrent of insults at Huang Xiaoyao.

"I'm not... I'm not trash!"

Tears welled up in Huang Xiaoyao's eyes as she glared fiercely at Xiao Fan, her fists clenched so hard her knuckles turned pale.

She wasn't some piece of trash!

"Xiaoyao! Dodge!"

Just then, Mo Tianxiao's figure sped over from the horizon. His eyes instantly locked onto the Time Pagoda in Xiao Fan's hand, and he shouted a warning to Huang Xiaoyao.

Hearing Mo Tianxiao's voice, Huang Xiaoyao's tears instantly fell, feeling incredibly wronged. "Wuuwuuwuu... Big Brother Tianxiao! Xiao Fan called me trash! He even said nobody would ever like me!"

"What?! Xiao Fan, I'll f*ck your mother!"

Mo Tianxiao didn't care about anything else; he cursed first as a matter of principle.

"Everyone step aside, let me deal with him!"

Trailing a suit of dark-golden armor and erupting with a terrifying aura, Mo Tianxiao pushed off his foot and shot straight toward Xiao Fan.