Chapter 3693: The Furious Yuan Yanbin

"This ancient sword is too terrifying… The evil spirit from before must have been hiding its true power from this kid, keeping him completely in the dark. I've struck it rich, I've really struck it rich this time…"

Hearing the excited voice of the artifact spirit in his mind, Xiao Fan also showed a look of joy.

No wonder it had required so much of his spiritual energy just now to tame the ancient sword.

It turned out that while the strength of the evil spirit was one factor, the power within the ancient sword itself was another.

At this moment, Xiao Fan became curious about the origins of the ancient sword.

Because Xiao Fan knew very well that when he held the ancient sword, it clearly felt stronger than when he controlled the sun and moon fan…

One had to know that the Gu Family's sun and moon fan was a chaos spirit treasure, whereas the ancient sword… didn't have any rank at all.

"You… *cough*… give me back my sword!"

At this moment, the dying Kong Xingjin raised his head, gnashing his teeth as he glared at Xiao Fan.

"Give you back your sword?" Xiao Fan shook his head and smiled coldly. "Call out to it and see if it answers you."

"You… you deserve to die!" Kong Xingjin was so angry he spat out another mouthful of blood, his face deathly pale.

"Hehehe… A defeated opponent still wants his sword?" Xiao Fan gave a cold laugh and immediately walked over to Kong Xingjin, looking down at him from above.

"You… what do you want to do?!" Kong Xingjin roared.

He had just had all of his spiritual energy drained by the evil spirit; he was currently no match for his opponent at all, a fact Kong Xingjin knew better than anyone.

The nearby spectating Disciples were also curious about what Xiao Fan intended to do…

"Bufan, don't kill him," the Palace Master of Biyun Divine Palace spoke up urgently.

However, why would Xiao Fan kill Kong Xingjin?

Xiao Fan slowly leaned over, pried open Kong Xingjin's fingers, and took the other's storage ring.

"This is mine now…"

Kong Xingjin: "…"

Everyone: "…"

Seeing this scene, everyone nearby understood what Xiao Fan was doing.

This guy was taking his spoils of war…

"You… you… *cough*…" Kong Xingjin spat out a large mouthful of blood in rage, his face pale.

He had never imagined that not only would he lose the ancient sword, but now even his storage ring would be snatched away by his opponent.

"'You' what? A piece of trash is a piece of trash… I didn't even have to use my full strength to beat you…" Xiao Fan sneered and directly kicked Kong Xingjin off the Arena.

At this moment, Xiao Fan actually felt a sense of gratitude toward Yuan Yanbin.

That guy was truly a good person!

First, he had someone deliver a chaos spirit treasure to him, and then he had the ancient sword seized from Kong Xingjin's hands.

Thinking of this, Xiao Fan didn't leave the Arena immediately. Instead, he crossed his arms and stood on the Arena, looking around at his surroundings.

"Is there anyone else who wants to fight? If so, hurry up and come up…"

Hearing this, the nearby spectating Disciples were all stunned, and then they were collectively speechless.

They thought to themselves, 'You've actually gotten addicted to fighting!'

Of course.

They also understood why Xiao Fan still wanted to fight.

Because he had truly gained benefits.

First, he obtained a chaos spirit treasure, and then he snatched Kong Xingjin's ancient sword into his hands.

There was no doubt that Xiao Fan had gained a massive advantage from these matches.

Meanwhile, in the shadows, Yuan Yanbin was gnashing his teeth in fury.

"Damn it, damn it all…"

Yuan Yanbin never expected that the other's strength would be so great. Not only did he defeat Gu Yuze and Bu Pengtao, but now even Kong Xingjin, who held the ancient sword, was no match for him.

Yuan Yanbin turned his head to look at the several White-robed Disciples behind him.

These White-robed Disciples were all followers of Yuan Yanbin. These White-robed Disciples, who usually stood high and mighty before Green-Robed Disciples and Red-robed Disciples, were merely existences who bowed their heads in submission before a Sequence Disciple.

Under Yuan Yanbin's gaze, these White-robed Disciples lowered their heads one after another, their expressions incredibly unsightly.

They knew very well that their strength was not even equal to Kong Xingjin's; it was impossible for them to defeat Xiao Fan.

"Trash, a bunch of trash!" Yuan Yanbin cursed angrily, his face flushed with rage.

The group of White-robed Disciples remained silent…

According to the rules of Biyun Divine Palace, Sequence Disciples generally no longer fell under the category of 'Disciples' and thus could not participate in the matches. Otherwise, given Yuan Yanbin's personality, he would have personally taken the field already.

Furthermore, Yuan Yanbin was a Sequence Disciple; if he were to take the field, it would inevitably lower his status.