Chapter 347: The Madman Xiao Fan

The three of them attacked simultaneously, their fists and palms whistling as they besieged Xiao Fan.

None of them were in a hurry to bring out their Magical Artifacts.

Attacking from different angles, the three surrounded Xiao Fan.

Yet, Xiao Fan, who was being besieged, showed no panic. His punches and kicks were fierce, causing the three Disciples, whose Realms were higher than his, to be sent reeling backward the moment their bodies made contact with his immense strength.

In a head-on collision, the three of them were no match for Xiao Fan's strength at all.

After a dozen breaths or so, Xiao Fan had already exchanged dozens of moves with the three.

These three Wudao Peak Disciples had joined forces, yet they hadn't gained the slightest advantage over Xiao Fan.

On the contrary, their hands and feet were now throbbing with intense pain and numbness.

Colliding with Xiao Fan's body had caused immense damage to their limbs.

The shock on the faces of the surrounding Wudao Peak Disciples grew increasingly intense.

They were unwilling to believe that the scene unfolding before their eyes was real.

"Is this fake? Three Senior Brothers in the sixth level of the Tongtian Realm actually can't suppress him alone?"

"Is this guy really in the third level of the Tongtian Realm… No way!"

"Am I hallucinating? He is actually this strong!"

"…"

The three of them had joined forces, yet they were no match for Xiao Fan; the crowd couldn't believe it.

Even Warrior Feng, watching from the shadows, felt the same.

After dozens more exchanges, the three were completely suppressed and beaten by Xiao Fan.

Each of them had sustained some minor injuries.

They realized at this moment that they could never be a match for Xiao Fan empty-handed, so the three exchanged glances, retreated in unison, and drew their Magical Artifacts from their respective Storage Pouches.

A saber! A sword! A spear!

Then, the three charged at Xiao Fan once again, their Aura even more ferocious this time!

Xiao Fan furrowed his brows; the Magical Artifacts in the three's hands were all Profound Rank High Grade!

He let out a breath; he had used eighty percent of his strength during the previous exchange with the three.

At this moment, he tapped the Storage Pouch at his waist, and a pitch-black sword appeared in his hand.

Facing the three's offensive, Xiao Fan swung his black sword repeatedly.

One after another, terrifying Sword Qi was unleashed.

The Void Realm was torn open with fearsome cracks, and terrifying sword beams whistled toward them.

The three were greatly alarmed and used their Magical Artifacts to block repeatedly.

Xiao Fan's strength could only be described as terrifying, making them no match for him whether they were empty-handed or wielding Magical Artifacts!

Wielding the pitch-black sword, Xiao Fan's figure moved like a ghost as he charged straight at the three.

The three joined forces, but after dozens more rounds of combat, exhausting all their lethal moves, they were still no match for Xiao Fan and were defeated one after another!

"Pfft!" "Pfft!" "Pfft!"…

The three spat out blood and fell heavily onto the Arena, losing the strength to fight further.

Three Disciples in the sixth level of the Tongtian Realm had joined forces, yet they still weren't his match.

Xiao Fan, standing in the middle of the field, didn't even have a single scratch on him.

It was a suppression, a thorough and complete suppression.

This made all the Wudao Peak Disciples watching the battle feel as if it weren't real…

Since when could someone in the third level of the Tongtian Realm be this strong!

Warrior Feng, watching from the shadows, also gasped…

Good heavens.

A third-level Tongtian Realm Cultivator actually fought three sixth-level Tongtian Realm Cultivators simultaneously and won so easily.

Xiao Fan walked step by step toward the three Disciples, and then, in full view of everyone, snatched the Storage Pouches from their waists…

"You…"

"Damn it…"

"Return my Storage Pouch!!"

"…"

The three defeated Disciples had ashen faces and were on the verge of crying from grievance…

They hadn't expected that they would still be no match even when joining forces.

Not only were they suppressed by someone in the third level of the Tongtian Realm, but now their Storage Pouches had been stolen as well.

They glared at Xiao Fan, gritting their teeth, wishing they could eat him alive.

Xiao Fan weighed the Storage Pouches, a look of delight on his face.

Making money was too easy.

At this moment, he couldn't quite understand what those Cultivators who complained every day about lacking resources were thinking.

Hearing the three's resentful voices, Xiao Fan glanced at them.

"It's good enough that I didn't kill you; consider the Storage Pouches as the challenge fee for challenging me…"

Xiao Fan said indifferently, then turned his gaze toward their Magical Artifacts… and started plotting ideas…

However, he then shook his head. Having their Storage Pouches stolen was already miserable enough; he might as well leave them their Magical Artifacts.

Most importantly, he didn't care for their lousy Magical Artifacts.

He felt that the black sword in his hand was quite good.

"Next time I go to Bailian Peak, I'll have Beiming check the grade of this black sword."

Xiao Fan muttered to himself, feeling that this black sword was not simple.

The three Disciples were hateful, but what use was hatred?

Indeed, as Xiao Fan said, it was good enough that the other party hadn't killed them.

Xiao Fan didn't kick the three off the Arena, nor did he continue to beat them.

After all, he had no grudge against these three; stealing their Storage Pouches was enough.

The three walked off the Arena limping, leaving Xiao Fan alone in the field again.

Xiao Fan now had a rough idea of his current strength, but he still didn't leave the Arena.

He felt that Wudao Peak was a good place to make a fortune.

So, he planned to challenge a few more…

"Dammit, is there no Senior Brother who can go up and teach this madman a lesson!"

"Damn him, this person is too arrogant."

"Sigh… what else can we do, the three Senior Brothers couldn't even beat him when joining forces…"

"…"

This time, Wudao Peak had lost all face.

Generally speaking, the Disciples within Wudao Peak had strength far exceeding that of ordinary Inner Sect Disciples.

But now, they were being suppressed by Xiao Fan, who was only in the third level of the Tongtian Realm, to the point where they couldn't even lift their heads.

Hu Rui's expression was also very awkward; she couldn't describe the feeling.

Warrior Feng in the shadows had an ashen face…

If he were truly suppressed by Xiao Fan alone today and this matter spread, what dignity would his Wudao Peak have in the future?

However, among the Disciples on the field, there was clearly no one who was a match for Xiao Fan…

Thus, Warrior Feng looked toward an Immortal Cave a hundred miles away. After hesitating for a moment, a Sound Transmission Jade Slip appeared in his hand…

Inside the Immortal Cave, a Disciple wearing the purple robes of Wudao Peak sat cross-legged…

His Aura surged, and terrifying energy rippled all around…

At this moment, the Sound Transmission Jade Slip in his Storage Pouch suddenly rang.

The man furrowed his brows and took it out to check…

His expression changed drastically immediately, and he rose, filled with Killing Intent, and left the Immortal Cave!