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"What do you want with me?" Xun Mozi opened his eyes and looked at the rising star in the sect.

"I heard the battlefield is tense, and I want to go fight against the Mad Demon Sect and do my part for the sect!" Fan Tong replied firmly.

"If you want to go, just go. You can just accept the mission directly. Why come here?" Xun Mozi asked curiously.

"I want the Palace Master to grant me the authority of a core disciple. With my strength, I am capable of putting up a fight even against a core disciple!"

"How dare you!" Xun Mozi's tone turned cold, and a terrifying pressure descended upon Fan Tong.

"I hope the Palace Master will grant my request!" Fan Tong said firmly, despite the pressure.

After a short while, Xun Mozi's imposing aura subsided, and he burst into laughter, "You're not bad, kid! Go on, don't embarrass me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a token appeared in front of Fan Tong!

"Thank you, Hall Master!" Fan Tong respectfully held the token with both hands and backed out of the Enforcement Hall.

"This kid is quite talented. I'll have to get to know him better!" Xun Mozi said with an appreciative look as he watched Fan Tong walk away.

The next morning, Fan Tong set off with the Mad Demon Sect's group.

Throughout the journey, everyone wore solemn expressions, the atmosphere as oppressive as an impending storm. Fan Tong walked in the middle of the group, gripping his sword tightly. The patterns on the hilt pressed slightly against his palm, keeping him constantly alert.

Upon arriving at the battlefield, they found both sides already in full battle array. The disciples of the Mad Demon Sect, clad in black demonic robes, each wore a fierce expression, their eyes gleaming with madness and a bloodthirsty desire, radiating a palpable killing intent, like a pack of hungry beasts waiting to pounce on their prey.

The battle horn suddenly sounded, instantly shattering the silence of the battlefield. Both sides instantly plunged into a chaotic melee, the shouts of battle deafening.

Without hesitation, Fan Tong charged into the enemy ranks like a tiger. The sword in his hand gleamed with a cold light, and each swing brought a sharp whistling sound, instantly taking the life of an enemy.

However, the disciples of the Mad Demon Sect were no ordinary people. One of them, a burly expert with bulging muscles, set his sights on Fan Tong.

He wielded a huge spiked club covered in sharp barbs that gleamed with an eerie light, and swung it fiercely at Fan Tong.

Fan Tong dodged to the side, and the spiked club slammed into the ground with tremendous force, kicking up a cloud of dust and gravel, causing the ground to tremble.

He seized the opportunity to retaliate, his sword darting out like a serpent, clashing with the spiked club, producing a piercing metallic clang and sparks flying.

The two exchanged blows, locked in a fierce and evenly matched fight. Each attack from the burly expert was accompanied by a whistling sound, demonstrating astonishing power.

Fan Tong used his agile movements and exquisite swordsmanship to contend with him. He gradually discovered that his opponent possessed immense strength, but his moves were somewhat clumsy, and his speed in turning and changing moves was relatively slow.

So he began to use his agile movements to constantly move quickly around his opponent, exhausting his stamina.

Finally, after the expert's overly forceful attack, his chest was instantly exposed. Fan Tong's eyes narrowed, and he instantly drew his sword, stabbing the opponent's shoulder.

The expert winced in pain, his face contorted in agony, and his movements faltered. Taking advantage of this, Fan Tong launched a fatal blow, his sword flashing like lightning across the opponent's throat, ending the fierce battle.

But the battle continued, and Fan Tong, with no time to catch his breath, plunged into a new engagement. His figure weaved through the crowd, his sword flashing like a meteor, and wherever he went, enemies fell.

When the leader of the Mad Demon Sect saw that the disciples who came to support them were so brave and were able to suppress them, he had no choice but to give the order to retreat.

After a brief chase and fierce fighting, the Mad Demon Sect disciples stopped fighting and began to clean up the battlefield. Fan Tong took the opportunity to use the Yama Ancient Sword to absorb the demonic energy from the bodies of the dead.

To avoid being exposed, he secretly nagged the Yama Ancient Sword in his heart, telling it not to absorb all the demonic energy, but to leave some in case the corpse turned into dust and attracted attention.

Back at the Mad Demon Sect's stronghold, everyone warmly welcomed Fan Tong and the other new disciples, especially since they had just won a victory.

Having witnessed Fan Tong's fighting prowess, several Mad Demon Sect disciples approached him and greeted him.

“I know you, your name is Li Feiyu! Hello, I am Xiong Da, this is my brother Xiong Er, and these are all our good brothers.” Xiong Da pointed to the others around him.

"Hello! I've heard so much about you. May I ask what brings you here?" Fan Tong was slightly taken aback, not thinking that he could possibly know them.

"I just noticed your combat prowess and would like to invite you to join our team so we can take down those bastards from the Mad Demon Sect!" Xiong Da chuckled and extended the invitation.

“My brother is being sincere. You know, the battlefield is very dangerous. It would be much better if someone could help you!” Xiong Er also chimed in to persuade him.

"Okay! Sure! But in case of an emergency, we need to work together and no one can run away on their own!" Fan Tong thought for a moment and decided there was no need to cause any trouble, so he might as well join in.

"Of course! We've been through thick and thin together many times, so we have that basic common sense!"

After everyone became familiar with each other, they found a courtyard to begin their training, awaiting the next battle.

Fan Tong took the opportunity to absorb the golden spiritual power in the Yama Ancient Sword. At this time, his cultivation had reached the peak of the ninth level of the Yellow Spirit Realm, and he was only a hair's breadth away from breaking through to the Profound Spirit Realm!

Not long after, the battlefield battle that Fan Tong had been looking forward to arrived once again. This time, the Mad Demon Sect sent out several disciples skilled in magic.

They stood at the back, chanting incantations, waving their staffs and continuously unleashing various powerful spells.

There were fireballs, ice spikes, lightning bolts, and so on. For a time, the battlefield was filled with flames, flying ice shards, and intertwined lightning, causing considerable trouble for the Mad Demon Sect.

Seeing this, a determined glint flashed in Fan Tong's eyes, and he shouted to Xiong Da and Xiong Er, "You two cover me!"

Before Xiong Da and Xiong Er could reply, Fan Tong flashed forward like a ghost, rushing towards the magic disciples.

Spells rained down on him, but he dodged left and right, his movements as light and agile as a leaf in the wind, avoiding most of the attacks.

Upon approaching, the sword in his hand instantly emitted a dazzling light, and his sword moves were extremely fierce, instantly killing several magic disciples. Together with several other Mad Demon Sect cultivators who had the same intention, he completely disrupted the Mad Demon Sect's formation.

"Brother Li is awesome!" Xiong Er shouted, and a large number of Mad Demon Sect disciples rushed forward, engaging in close combat with the Mad Demon Sect disciples once again.

After another fierce battle, the Mad Demon Sect finally repelled the invading Mad Demon Sect disciples and obtained many good things.

Just as the disciples were celebrating, Fan Tong's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly ran towards his room in the camp.