Dashing Student Chapter 1498 1468: Three-Way Struggle

The cultivators from Divine Phoenix City arrived with an imposing momentum, their mana surging as a fist rushed towards Chen Nan, the punch whipping up a gust of wind with its fierce power.

Standing amidst the whirlwind, Chen Nan was slightly surprised to find a powerful body cultivator by Feng Qingcheng's side, whose strength had astonishingly reached the eighth layer of the Golden Core Realm.

"Well done!"

He slightly squinted his eyes. At the moment the punch arrived before him, he made his move, attacking second but arriving first with demon qi soaring skyward, as if a great demon had descended.

He unleashed a punch as well, and in the void behind him, the shadows of four Demon Clan overlords seemed to punch simultaneously, all power converging into his fist, surging against the wind.

Boom!

Their fists collided fiercely, generating a force like an explosion, directly blasting a deep pit into the ground with countless fissures spreading out.

Chen Nan retreated half a step, retracting his somewhat numb arm, while the body cultivator opposite was sent flying by a punch, his strength out of control, blowing his clothes to pieces.

"How is this possible? Are you from the Demon Clan?"

Landing, the body cultivator's fist was already bloodied, and he felt his arm had been injured, bones broken, and his heart was filled with astonishment.

As an escort by Feng Qingcheng's side, Zeng Ping thought he had enough power to crush cultivators of the same realm.

Once close, even a cultivator in Great Perfection of the Golden Core Realm would suffer losses, and the body cultivation gave him formidable physique and defense, making injury difficult.

But this time, he not only lost in terms of power but also to a cultivator whose cultivation realm was inferior.

Chen Nan shook his hand and shook his head.

"Human Clan."

"I don't believe it!"

Zeng Ping roared, his inner power burst forth, stamping the ground hard, shattering it, his body shot forward, and powerful energy furrowed the ground into a gorge!

Chen Nan was happy to tangle with Zeng Ping, knowing that now Xiao Jian and Feng Qingcheng were tangled together, and his most troublesome enemies were these two.

Once they both were injured, it wouldn't be too late to step in and seize the opportunity.

So when Zeng Ping charged over, Chen Nan subtly suppressed some of his power, engaging in a struggle, each casual strike sending waves like tides that destroyed everything.

Zeng Ping felt Chen Nan's power weakened a bit, and he couldn't help but be ecstatic.

"Haha, I knew that kind of power was just some method you used. How could someone's cultivation be inferior to mine, yet their power surpasses mine?"

Chen Nan smirked and didn't rebut, letting him say what he wanted.

On the other side of the battlefield, behind Feng Qingcheng, flames gathered into wings like a true phoenix, with dazzling flames, the surrounding space warped intensely from the heat.

Xiao Jian appeared ordinary, standing in mid-air with his lifebound flying sword hovering before him, emitting a sharp glow.

He pointed forward, and the flying sword whistled forth, transforming into a streak of light resembling a falling Fei Xing, reaching extreme speed.

Feng Qingcheng's pupils contracted, lifting her jade hand, with a fleck of scarlet-golden flame dancing on her fingertips, emitting faint phoenix cries as it ascended.

"I've long heard of Sword Cliff's big brother's extraordinary strength; it's just the right time to see it today."

She chuckled gently, the flame flying from her fingertip, expanding with the wind, instantly transforming into a flaming phoenix, raising its head to cry as it faced the flying sword.

The moment the flying sword touched the flames, they coiled around the sword body, and the Fire Phoenix opened its mouth, swallowing the flying sword into its belly.

Even from outside, one could see the scarlet-golden flames roiling within the Fire Phoenix, the next moment stretching out several fire chains binding the flying sword tightly.

The interior of the Fire Phoenix was like a massive furnace, attempting to melt the flying sword completely.

Xiao Jian's expression remained unchanged as if nothing could make him frown. He sealed with his hands, reciting the sword technique, a sharp aura suddenly rising from him.

At this moment, he seemed even more like a sword than a sword!

The flying sword within the Fire Phoenix seemed to be drawn, starting to tremble violently.

The next moment, countless sword qi erupted from the flying sword, instantly cutting through the flame chains, and the Fire Phoenix cried out, its surging flames diminishing.

With a buzzing sound, the flying sword penetrated out of the Fire Phoenix, maintaining its momentum, with its tip aimed at Feng Qingcheng's chest.

Thud!

A sound like metal striking echoed, Feng Qingcheng was directly repelled, looking down to see a deep dent on the breastplate she wore.

The breastplate she wore was a sixth-grade top-level spiritual artifact, woven from Fire Phoenix feathers fused with various precious materials, possessing extremely strong defense.

Scarlet in color and light as nothing when worn, yet when attacked, it became as hard as iron.

The flying sword had just struck the breastplate without piercing through, but the dent left still pained Feng Qingcheng.

"Xiao Jian! Replace my breastplate!"

Feng Qingcheng roared angrily, unexpectedly conjuring a scarlet fan, seemingly made from some bird's feathers, with flames burning eternally on the fan.

Reciting a magic spell, she vigorously fanned the scarlet fan, a mighty heatwave arose from thin air, followed by monstrous waves of fire engulfing Xiao Jian.

In merely the blink of an eye, the fire engulfed Xiao Jian, the terrifying temperature seemed to ignite even mana.