Chapter 3695: My blood spear!

Leng Rufeng.

The seventh-ranked White-robed Disciple.

A Prodigy at the Peak of the seventh level of the Heavenly Saint Realm.

The surrounding onlookers were shocked; they hadn't expected Leng Rufeng to take the stage.

It was well known that Leng Rufeng's talent as a Prodigy was rare in the world. Having joined Biyun Divine Palace only recently, he was currently the fastest-rising Disciple on the top 100 ranking.

"You? Hehe… Very well." Xiao Fan sneered, his gaze scanning Leng Rufeng up and down.

Since he was the seventh-ranked White-robed Disciple, his net worth must be quite substantial.

"Come, let us fight!" Leng Rufeng shouted coldly. Originally, he hadn't wanted to step up—not because he feared losing to Xiao Fan, but because he felt it would be beneath him.

After all, Xiao Fan had already fought four consecutive matches. Even if he won now, it would be an unfair victory; if he lost, it would be an utter humiliation.

However, under the temptation of the Bodhi Dao Banquet, Leng Rufeng still stepped onto the Arena.

Even so, Leng Rufeng wasn't entirely confident in his chances of winning.

Xiao Fan grinned. He didn't use the sun and moon fan to attack; instead, he held the ancient sword, wanting to test its power.

Leng Rufeng exhaled, and a blood-colored long spear appeared in his hand.

This long spear was a meeting gift from Yuan Yanbin, and it was one of the reasons Leng Rufeng had chosen to follow him.

"Fight!!" At that moment, Leng Rufeng's aura suddenly shifted, becoming bone-chillingly cold and radiating a piercing frost.

"Fight!" Xiao Fan roared, immediately charging toward Leng Rufeng.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"…

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

"Rumble!"

Xiao Fan, wielding the ancient sword, engaged in a fierce battle with Leng Rufeng and his blood spear.

Both sides fought intensely. Xiao Fan unleashed terrifying strength. At this moment, the power of the ancient sword in Xiao Fan's hands was far greater than when it was in Kong Xingjin's possession.

This scene left everyone nearby dumbfounded.

"Is… is this ancient sword really this strong?!"

"It feels… even more powerful than when Kong Xingjin used it!"

"What's going on? Why is it like this!"

"I have no idea…"

"…"

The crowd of onlookers was stunned, none of them understanding why the ancient sword's power became so formidable in Xiao Fan's hands.

"Hahaha… Master, how is its power?!" At that moment, the voice of the artifact spirit echoed in Xiao Fan's mind.

Previously, the ancient sword was controlled by an Evil Spirit, so Kong Xingjin couldn't bring out its full potential at all.

But things were different now. With the ancient sword in Xiao Fan's hands, the artifact spirit fully displayed its power to him.

Moreover, this was only the tip of the iceberg. Even the artifact spirit had not yet fully mastered the ancient sword's true power…

"Not bad…" Xiao Fan murmured, seemingly responding to the artifact spirit or perhaps talking to himself.

"Damn it! *Pfft…*" Leng Rufeng spat out a large mouthful of blood, his face turning livid. He hadn't expected his opponent's strength to be so monstrous.

Leng Rufeng had originally thought his opponent would attack using the sun and moon fan.

Forcing the activation of a chaos spirit treasure would surely be a test of the opponent's spiritual power.

Leng Rufeng had planned to fight a war of attrition, but instead, the opponent used Kong Xingjin's ancient sword to unleash unimaginable power.

Leng Rufeng had fought Kong Xingjin before, so he naturally knew the extent of the ancient sword's power in the other's hands.

Yet now, with the ancient sword in Xiao Fan's hands, the power it unleashed was beyond anything Kong Xingjin could compare to!

Nearby, Kong Xingjin, who hadn't left yet, spat out another mouthful of blood in rage upon seeing this.

"Damn him! Damn him!" Kong Xingjin was furious, his eyes turning bloodshot with anger.

This was a profound humiliation for Kong Xingjin. His own ancient sword was actually being showcased and glorified in Xiao Fan's hands…

Without a doubt, Kong Xingjin would become a laughingstock of Biyun Divine Palace after this!

"Fight!!"

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"…

Not long after the fight began, Xiao Fan's sword cleaved through Leng Rufeng's blood spear, snapping it in two.

As the blood spear shattered, Leng Rufeng suffered a severe backlash and immediately spat out a large mouthful of blood.

Seeing Leng Rufeng's blood spear severed, the surrounding Disciples were all struck with shock.

"This… how is this possible?!"

"My god, Leng Rufeng's blood spear actually broke!"

"It's over. These two will definitely be sworn enemies now!"

"…"

The onlookers spoke one after another, all knowing what the blood spear meant to Leng Rufeng.

"Damn it…" Leng Rufeng's face showed his heartache, and he gritted his teeth in hatred.

A major reason he followed Yuan Yanbin was for that blood spear, but now…

"What a pity…" Xiao Fan muttered with a dark expression.

Seeing Xiao Fan's face darken, everyone nearby was confused.

It's Leng Rufeng's blood spear that broke, why are you making a face?!

"You… what are you pitying?!" Leng Rufeng gritted out.

"Nonsense! My blood spear… it's gone. Isn't that a pity?!" Xiao Fan gritted his teeth and spoke in a low voice.

Leng Rufeng: "…"