Lady Su's Revenge Chapter 510 – Fan Zisang's Determination

Among the noisy crowd of onlookers outside the Thunder Pool, no one noticed that another slender figure pushed her way through the crowd to the front secretly.

Seeing that Fan Zisang, standing beside the Thunder Pool, exuded an extraordinary pneuma and faintly transformed temperament, Su Li smiled slightly.

“I haven't seen him for a long time. My senior fellow apprentice seems to practice well.”

With a smile, she glanced at the void behind the two parties confronting each other in the arena unconsciously, her lips lightly opened, “Haven't you found the agents of the holy sects yet?”

Yan Ziye's voice soon reached her ears, “The agents of the Leiyuan Sect hid themselves well, and they have not contacted with the agents of other holy sects. It is extremely difficult to find them out in a short time.”

Su Li looked at Fan Zisang and smiled slightly, “Well, I have another way. You guys just retreat and do not disturb the Leiyuan Sect.”

“Yes…”

After the pneumas of Yan Ziye and others faded away, Su Li watched the trifling battle in the arena with great interest.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!!

When the hook-nosed young man with cold eyes waved his hands, the flying sword was divided into sixty-four swords and flied in the Thunder Pool. For a time, the lighting was flashing, and a gory atmosphere was swirling around the stone platform.

“Junior Fellow Apprentice Youwang, show you the sixty-four thunder swords of my Fenguang Branch!”

He cried coldly and changed his gesture again. The sixty-four flying swords seemed to have spirituality, and each of them were plugging into the vital parts of the opposite Wang Youwang.

In the struggle for orthodox, they would leave no room for opponents. The hook-nosed young man showed his trump card at first!

Tinkle! Tinkle! Tinkle! …

Wang Youwang changed his face. The flying sword in his hand continued to rotate and turned into a buckler. As the mighty force hit the buckler, he retreated to the edge soon, and was on the brink of falling down.

“Lin Siqing, you walk all over me!”

He shouted loudly. Then another strange treasure was taken out by him with one hand, and then it was drowned in the Thunder Pool.

Boom!

A thunder snake swam out of the Thunder Pool and rushed at Lin Siqing with its jaw wide open!

Seeing this, Lin Siqing laughed and fought against it frantically. “Great! It's right a change to test my body refining secret skill!”

Under the stone platform, Fan Zisang was nervous, and his eyes were filled with concern, “Senior Sister Apprentice, the senior fellow apprentice Youwang is at a disadvantage…”

The heroic woman standing in front of Fan Zisang had sharp eyes and stared at the fierce battle in the arena. Fang Zisang heard that she sighed slightly and said, “Youwang ranks third among inherited disciples. He has played his ability to full. However, Lin Siqing has been hiding his strength, which is greater than that of the inherited disciple ranking fourth. Now he exposes cards in his hand. Even I dare not take that easily. We will lose.”

There was an inexplicable mood in Fan Zisang's heart.

Since being free of Wang Yu, he joined Leiyuan Sect, and distinguished himself with Li Yin's help. Then he took Immortal Chi Ying, the Deputy Lord, as his master.

He was very lucky. Although the master was cold, he was affectionate towards his disciples. The senior sister apprentices and senior fellow apprentices were also very kind to him.

“Senior Sister Apprentice…”

Fan Zisang bit back his words. He wanted to tell her that he also hid a lot of strength. His strength was just a little bit worse than that of Lin Siqing.

Did it make any difference?

They would definitely lose the first round. In the following two rounds, whether he or the senior sister apprentice fought against him, both of them couldn't win. Although the senior sister apprentice didn't show frustration, Fang Zisang could feel her strong resentment when he looking at the side face of her.

“You don't need to worry about that. Even if the master loses, we will just be excluded out of the sect at most.”

The heroic woman transmitted the sound and turned her head to show a smile, “There are countless large regions in the Qingshui Circle, and I don't believe that there is no place for us to go.”

“Ok!”

Fan Zisang nodded fiercely and responded, while his heart was bitter.

He knew that the senior sister apprentice just comforted him.

Without the protection of the sect, how could Leiyuan Sect allow them leave the Jiuzhou Region alive? At that time…there would be a bloody battle!

He suddenly raised his head to look at the indifferent white-haired man on the opposite. The white-haired man sensed Fan Zisang's gaze, and turned his head to show a faint smile.

Under an invisible pressure, Fan Zisang changed his face slightly and snorted. While waving his hand, he dispelled the pressure of the white-haired man.

The white-haired man was slightly stunned, but he immediately shook his head with a smile, and turned to looked at the stone platform.

Seeing the scene, the heroic woman, who wanted to protect her junior fellow apprentice, was surprised, “Junior Fellow Apprentice, you?”

Fan Zisang smiled, and said regardless of the objection of the jade token, “Senior Sister Apprentice, give the title of the first inherited disciple to me. How about that?”

Upon hearing that, the heroic woman was stunned. Looking at the junior fellow apprentice who only entered the sect for a short time, she was overwhelmed with a sense of strangeness for a while.

“Senior Sister Apprentice, believe me! If I could beat him, all difficulties would be solved smoothly.”

Fan Zisang made a decision in his heart, and no longer hesitated, so he persuaded her again.

The heartbeat of the heroic woman sped up slightly. She opened her beautiful eyes widened, “Are you…really sure?”

She had just noticed that the skill of the junior fellow apprentice was inconsistent with his showed strength.

“I am not sure.”

Fan Zisang smiled bitterly. But the heroic woman smiled and patted him on the shoulder, “I am not his opponent. If you want to try it, go ahead! With the master behind us, you don't have to worry about our safety. Don't be stressful. You just regard it as a chance to test your cultivation, okay?”

Listening to the senior sister apprentice's words, Fan Zisang felt warm in his heart, and nodded. He was more determined to use that skill.

“Silly boy! Do you still take me, your master, seriously? If you show it in front of people, it will bring you many troubles. Then no one can protect you!”

Fan Zisang took a deep breath to calm down, and responded with consciousness,

“Mr. Li, if I cannot win the in the struggle for orthodox of Leiyuan Sect, I will be chased. Then I don't know if I can survive. Is there any difference to show it in front of people?”

His master was speechless then. After a long time, a sigh came from the jade token, without any more response.

“Puff!”

The thunder snake was beheaded by lots of flying swords and dissipated.

Then Wang Youwang's face was ghostly pale, with blood spurting from his mouth. He flew down from the stone platform. The heroic woman stepped forward hurriedly to catch him, and yelled, “We surrender!”

Hearing this, Lin Siqing, who was about to rush down from the platform to kill his opponent, stopped and turned to step down the platform unwillingly.

The task given to him by his senior fellow apprentice was to kill Wang Youwang. He didn't expect that Wang Youwang, succeed to escape and survived even if his power was normal.

“In the first round, the Fenguang Branch won.”

The First Elder announced the result impassively, and looked at the party of Fan Zisang with a glimmer of pity in his eyes.

But it was only a glimmer of pity.

The bloody killings occurred every time when the Lord of the sect changed. He had already been accustomed to the scene in his more than three-thousand-year life, which couldn't bring him inner emotions.

“Today, the Zhongjian Branch is destined to be removed from the sect.”

Thinking this in his mind, he looked at the party of the Zhongjian Branch and said loudly, “The second round…”

When the white-haired man waved his hand, a short young man standing beside him flied to the stone platform immediately. He stared at Fan Zisang and blustered, “I am Ding Fan of the Fenguang Branch, the inherited disciple ranking fifth. Please give me your advice!”

Before he finished his words, the heroic woman next to Fan Zisang suddenly jumped on the platform, with a heavy sword suspended and silvering in front of her, which showed strong intention of killing. Her eyes were bright.

“I'll fight against you!”

Ding Fan was stunned immediately.

What was this?!

Wu Lin, the inherited disciple ranking second, could defeat him easily!

Drone!

When Wu Lin made finger gestures, the heavy flying sword droned. Ding Fan was frightened and shouted regardless of losing face, “I surrender! I surrender!”

“Hahahaha…”

The onlookers burst into laugh. Although it was rational for Ding Fan to surrender, when seeing the superior and lordly disciple was so embarrassed, people couldn't help laughing.

When Ding Fan returned to the side of the white-haired man, he went red as a beetroot. As the talent in the sect, when did he suffer such a humiliation?

“Well, since Zhongjian Branch humiliated us before being defeated, I don't have to show any mercy.”

The white-haired man stood up. The calm voice reaching Ding Fan's ears refreshed him. He cast aside distractions, and looked at the back of the person who was walking to the stone platform, with the expression of admiration.

“It comes!”

Fan Zisang took a deep breath. When he was about to go forward, a sigh suddenly reached his ear.

“Don't flaunt strength. I don't want to lose any disciple.”

Fan Zisang was moved first and then calmed down completely. He walked on the stone platform, staring at the smiling white-haired man.

“I will fight against you!”

Huh?

Su Li looked at the white-haired man on the platform and made a sound of doubts.

“This person exudes the pneuma of the Divine Thunder of the Five Elements, while the pneuma is not real.”

“It is Fake Divine Thunder. If I am right, it's the White Thunder of the Fake Divine Thunder. Since this person can get the mark of the White Thunder, he must have a good talent of thunder method.”

Black Lotus's voice came at the right time, “Leiyuan Sect can nurture the mark of the White Thunder. Maybe it can make your Divine Thunder of Earth further evolve. This trip is worthwhile.”

Su Li nodded gently. The Divine Thunder of Earth in her body also evolved a hint of Divine Thunder of Gold after she repeatedly violated the thunder for testing. But since the energy of thunder elements was insufficient, it had not completed the evolution.

While she was thinking, the fight had begun, and many disciples were exclaiming.

“Fan Zisang, the inherited disciple ranking sixth, should defend the eldest senior fellow apprentice tens of moves, and there is no sigh that he will be defeated!”

“His strength could be comparable to that of the inherited disciple ranking second, right?”

“No wonder that the Zhongjian Branch substituted people temporarily before. It turns out that Fan Zisang is their trump card!”

“However, the eldest senior fellow apprentice is the talent who obtained the Ancestral Thunder Mark! Even if Fan Zisang is powerful, I am afraid that he is no match for the eldest senior fellow apprentice!”

Whoosh!

With a strange body movement, Fan Zisang moved from his original place, and there was a thunder hole suddenly appearing. Then countless white thunder and lightning spread along the cracks of the stone, and the rubble splashed.

If the stones by the Thunder Pool hadn't been refined by thunder and lightning all the year round, they would have been completely destroyed.

Breathing heavily, Fan Zisang controlled the sword in front of him, and tried his best to ease his paralyzed half of body.

“Compared with ordinary thunder and lightning, ancestral thunder is more powerful to make people paralyzed. My Xuanlei Sword can't stop it at all.”

“Give up, you are no match for me.”

Amidst the white thunder, the white-haired man wandered over, like a disciple of immortal in thunder light, “Although you have just entered the sect for one year, you progress so fast and have reached the Yuanying Realm. You are a seedling. How about joining our Fenguang Branch?”

With sharp eyes, Fan Zisang replied, “Forget it!”

The white-haired man put away his smile, and said with a calm voice, “Then I have to kill you.”

Chapter end