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"With my current transformed appearance, I doubt even the Mad Demon Sect members would recognize me."

Looking at his own pathetic state in the stream, Fan Tong couldn't tell whether he should feel proud or ashamed.

"This is all temporary. Once I return to the Northern Region, I'll still be the sunny and handsome Fan Tong!"

He chuckled, then, without further delay, continued walking towards the Demon Rain Forest.

The next morning, Fan Tong, who was moving quickly forward, suddenly stopped. "Something's wrong! Something's up!"

The once noisy forest suddenly became silent, giving people a very oppressive feeling.

"Could it be that someone from the Mad Demon Sect has come? That shouldn't be the case!" Fan Tong dared not be careless and used his full strength to conceal his breath, continuing to run forward quickly.

A few moments later, a group of people suddenly approached. Before Fan Tong could get out of the way, the leader shouted, "Li Feiyu, let's see where you can run to!"

"What?" Fan Tong looked up abruptly, not knowing why he had been exposed!

"Come back with us obediently, and maybe Lord Xun, the Demon Prince, will spare your life. But if you dare to resist, don't blame us for being impolite!"

"Enough with the nonsense, I'm not going back with you. Let's settle this with our skills!"

Fan Tong looked at the Mad Demon Sect disciples who were closing in on him, but there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, it was as if a raging fire was burning within him, igniting endless fighting spirit.

He swiftly retrieved the Taiyi Ancient Sword from his storage ring. The sword was long and slender, gleaming with a cold light, as if echoing the resolute determination in his heart.

The leader of the Mad Demon Sect's core disciples charged forward like ravenous wolves, shouting hysterically as they charged, "Since you don't know what's good for you, then let's not waste words with him and just take him down!"

Fan Tong moved with lightning speed, instantly transforming into a phantom as he faced his enemy. The Taiyi Ancient Sword in his hand instantly erupted with a cold light, and he executed the seventy-two basic sword moves with fluid grace.

The sword shadows were numerous, like a sudden storm, each sword strike accompanied by an extremely sharp whistling sound.

Just as a disciple raised his heavy longsword to defend himself, he was struck by Fan Tong's powerful strength, which made his hand go numb, and the longsword flew out of his hand with a clang.

With a swift turn, Fan Tong thrust his sword out from an extremely tricky angle, piercing through the chest of another disciple like a bolt of lightning.

Blood splattered everywhere, blooming into scarlet flowers in the air. The surrounding disciples were startled, but after a brief moment of fear, they rushed forward without hesitation.

"Li Feiyu, you deserve to die! How dare you kill a fellow disciple! Today, you will pay for this in blood!" The leading core disciple cursed angrily upon seeing this.

"That depends on whether you guys have the ability!" Fan Tong chuckled softly and charged forward again.

However, instead of confronting the leading disciple head-on, he used his superior agility to dodge the opponent, rushed into the ranks of the true disciples, and quickly killed another one.

"How can this guy be so powerful!" a true disciple exclaimed in terror, his voice trembling with despair.

Fan Tong's lips curled into a disdainful sneer. "Scared already? There's something even more formidable waiting for you!"

He moved with agility, like a dancer gracefully gliding across ice, deftly and accurately dodging the enemy's attacks.

At the same time, he wielded the Taiyi Ancient Sword incessantly, like a nimble dragon. His sword thrusts, parries, and slashes, each movement precise and deadly, as if rehearsed countless times.

A disciple launched a sneak attack from the side, but Fan Tong dodged it with lightning speed. He swung his sword across the disciple's arm with a backhand motion, and the disciple let out a shrill scream, clutching his bleeding wound and staggering backward.

"Damn it! Li Feiyu, you've actually reached the Profound Demon Realm! You really are a wolf in sheep's clothing, you didn't even report it to the sect!"

"Is it a little too late to realize this now?" Fan Tong pulled the Taiyi Ancient Sword from the last true disciple!

"Don't be so arrogant! Let me tell you, there are four more teams here to arrest you. I advise you not to make any further moves against me, or you'll be in big trouble!"

"You're really funny! I don't know if you're stupid or if you think I'm stupid!" Fan Tong shook his head speechlessly, stopped talking to the other party, and started fighting directly.

In just three moves, this core disciple at the second level of the Profound Demon Realm was killed by Fan Tong's sword.

"It seems that as cultivation level increases, the accumulation of spiritual energy will take longer. However, with the help of the Yama Ancient Sword, it's already quite fast!"

After refining the golden spiritual energy fed back by the Yama Ancient Sword and feeling the increase in spiritual liquid in his dantian space, Fan Tong couldn't help but complain a little.

He stood up, checked his bearings, and continued on his way. In less than half an incense stick's time, Fan Tong finally re-entered the Demon Rain Forest.

Just as he was about to rejoice, a sudden change occurred, and more than twenty people surrounded him.

"See? I told you he was going to come this way, wasn't I right? This is called waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump!"

Among the two groups of Mad Demon Sect disciples, one core disciple boasted to the other.

"You're right! Go back and arrange for your beloved junior sister to accompany you! Now, hurry up and finish the mission!"

Before he finished speaking, the core disciple took the lead and attacked Fan Tong.

"That's settled then! Haha..."

With two core disciples leading the way to restrain him, and surrounded by numerous true disciples, Fan Tong still felt a little pressure!

He gritted his teeth, his eyes revealing a firm determination, and swung the Taiyi Ancient Sword once more.

This time, his swordplay was even more ferocious, each strike containing an overwhelming and powerful force.

His figure darted among the enemies, his sword moving like a dragon, fast as lightning.

A disciple attempted to ambush him from behind, but Fan Tong seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. At the critical moment, he nimbly dodged to the side and swiftly slashed the disciple's throat with his sword.

"You think you can ambush me with such paltry tricks? You're simply overestimating yourself!"

Another disciple seized the opportunity to swing his sword, but Fan Tong lightly parried with his own. With a loud clang, the powerful impact forced the disciple to involuntarily take a few steps back.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Fan Tong pressed his attack, unleashing the second move of the Taiyi Ancient Sword – Star Change, combined with the seventy-two basic sword moves, making his sword moves flow endlessly, like a surging river that left the opponent breathless.

One of the disciples said fearfully, "This guy seems to have gotten stronger, what should we do?"

"What are you afraid of! There are so many of us, why are we afraid of just one guy? Let's all show some courage!"

The core disciple who had just started speaking couldn't help but curse a little to encourage everyone.

As time went by, Fan Tong's strength was more than half exhausted. Every breath he took was heavy and difficult, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

However, in return, all twenty-odd people were finally killed by his sword.

Fan Tong took a deep breath and was about to sit down cross-legged to rest when he suddenly flipped backward and shot up from the ground.

In the blink of an eye, an arrow landed where he had just been sitting!

"Li Feiyu, not bad for you. But I wonder how much strength you have left after that battle?"

One of the core disciples put down his bow and arrow, clapped his hands with a smile.

"Senior brother's insight is truly brilliant! This is what is called 'driving a wolf to devour a tiger,' striking while the iron is hot! It's no wonder that we, fellow disciples, have made this contribution!"

Another core disciple also greeted him respectfully.

"Well said, haha, let's begin now!"

After saying this, the core disciple waved his hand, and more than twenty true disciples rushed forward!

Seeing this, Fan Tong threw his head back and laughed loudly, "I'm not afraid of how many come, come on if you have the guts!"

Braving his injuries, Fan Tong faced his enemy once more with unwavering determination. Every movement he made was filled with unshakeable power and authority.

His basic sword techniques, numbering seventy-two, have reached a state of perfect harmony and invincibility, with each strike carrying an unstoppable momentum.

A disciple of the Mad Demon Sect charged too fiercely like a bull. Fan Tong deftly dodged his attack by sidestepping, then launched a flying kick that struck him hard in the abdomen.

The disciple was sent flying like a cannonball. Fan Tong cursed, "So reckless, you dare to try and arrest me?"

Another disciple's sword came like a venomous snake, but Fan Tong gently deflected it with his own sword. The movement seemed gentle, but it actually contained a clever force, and he thrust it towards the opponent's shoulder.

Faced with an attack by more than twenty people, even Fan Tong inevitably took a few hits. Although they were only superficial wounds, blood stained his clothes, and the mottled bloodstains made him look like a war god who had walked out of a battlefield.

Just as he was preparing to finish off the remaining few Mad Demon Sect disciples in one fell swoop, an arrow flew silently toward him from the shadows!