Chapter 1183 Spirit Soldiers

At the same time, a figure flew backward, being pushed back dozens of meters before stabilizing himself in mid-air.

When they saw that the person was Ye Bufan, a cheer immediately erupted at the foot of the mountain, especially from the Zhong Family father and son, who were so excited they nearly jumped, as this gave them renewed hope.

Meanwhile, on the Three Great Families' side, Changsun Wugong and the others' hearts immediately tightened; although they knew Ye Bufan's cultivation was very high, the opponent held a Spirit Weapon, making this battle indeed difficult to win.

Su Ruyue and the others clenched their fists even tighter, watching the mid-air with tense expressions.

"Hahahaha, ignorant Junior, now you know the power of a Spirit Weapon, don't you?"

Murong Chenglong laughed triumphantly; in this recent exchange, he had finally gained the upper hand by relying on the Spirit Weapon.

"Young man, I admit you are excellent, a rare martial arts genius among the younger generation, but what good is that? You don't have a Spirit Weapon, do you?

How can you fight this Old thing with just that? Today, you are destined to die by my hand!"

Murong River roared triumphantly from the foot of the mountain: "Great Grandfather, kill him! As long as he dies, the Three Great Families will be completely finished, and the imperial capital will be ours from now on."

"Junior, be on your way."

Murong Chenglong let out a long cry, brandishing the blood-colored long saber in his hand. The terrifying offensive once again struck Ye Bufan, and the accompanying blood-colored saber Qi almost dyed the entire Tianzi Mountain red.

"Old thing, you're celebrating too early."

Ye Bufan opened his mouth, and a golden light shot out, like a small golden fish, instantly rushing into the blood-colored saber Qi.

Compared to Murong Chenglong's saber light, this golden light seemed tiny, yet it possessed an invincible Aura, unstoppable as it continuously broke through several saber Qis, finally colliding with the blood-colored long saber.

With a clang, the blood-colored saber Qi instantly vanished, and the originally mighty blood-colored long saber, the legendary Spirit Weapon, was actually snapped into two pieces.

The saber head fell, leaving only a hilt in Murong Chenglong's hand.

Seeing this scene, everyone present opened their mouths in astonishment, their eyeballs practically shattering to the ground.

They had witnessed the power of the blood-colored long saber with their own eyes; this was a legendary Spirit Weapon, indestructible, yet it was cut into two in the blink of an eye.

This was especially true for Murong Chenglong; this blood-colored long saber was a treasure he had brought out from the Ancient Ruins.

He had originally thought that with this Spirit Weapon, he could kill gods and Buddhas, never dreaming that it would be cut into a piece of scrap metal as soon as he took it out.

"You…"

He looked up and saw Ye Bufan playing with a short saber in his hand; it was precisely the golden, shimmering Dragon Tooth.

"Old guy, does my saber compare to your Spirit Weapon?"

Ye Bufan's face was full of playfulness; he indeed didn't have a Spirit Weapon, but he had a Divine Artifact.

Murong Chenglong's gaze was instantly drawn to the Dragon Tooth. To be able to cut his Spirit Weapon, it meant this saber was at least a High Grade Spirit Weapon, or even a Divine Artifact-level existence.

A greedy look flashed in his eyes as he threw away the hilt in his hand: "Young man, give me your saber, and I can spare your life today."

Ye Bufan looked astonished: "Murong Chenglong, did you hit your head just now? It should be me sparing your life now; what right do you have to bargain with me?"

The crowd at the foot of the mountain felt the same way; even a blind person could see that the advantage was clearly on the Young man's side.

Changsun Wugong directly cursed: "Murong Chenglong, it's one thing for an Elder like you to fight a Junior, but you're even trying to do two against one. Do you have no shame?"

Murong Chenglong burst into a wild laugh, his laughter extremely arrogant and unrestrained.

"You two Old thing, shut up! It has always been that the victor is king and the loser is a thief. What right do you people have to criticize us now?

As for rules, from now on, in the imperial capital, our Murong Family is the rule.

As for convincing the masses, I'd like to see who dares to disobey. I'll just slap them to death."

He now felt that victory was already in his grasp, and he was incredibly arrogant.

"You… how shameless!"

Changsun Wugong gritted his teeth in anger, then turned to Oriental Qingtian, Sima Pinghu, and Qingye Shitai, shouting, "Today, the four of us will risk our lives to hold back Murong Chenghu, allowing Little Fan to first kill that Old thing Murong Chenglong, and then he can avenge us."

"The Old thing is right, let's do it."

Oriental Qingtian and the others responded one after another, drawing their weapons, ready to fight Murong Chenghu to the death.