Chapter 1874: Fan Xiaofeng

"Cover with divine sense!"

Leaving the black-clad youth, Zhang Xuan advanced a short distance before spreading his divine sense, which enveloped the entire mountain peak in an instant.

Although this place had formations that restricted cultivators' divine sense probing, the formation setter's understanding of formations was inferior to his, and with his formidable strength, no one would detect his divine sense no matter how far it spread.

Soon, he found the traces of the two.

"Fan Xiaoxing is lucky, teleported to a mountain stream where he can hide without being discovered. Fan Xiaofeng is not so fortunate..."

Of the three from the Zichi Ancient Sage Clan—Fan Xiaoxu, Fan Xiaoxing, and Fan Xiaofeng—

the former had hidden successfully without being detected by others, while the latter was currently in danger, being pursued by two strong cultivators.

Fortunately, he excelled in speed and his movement technique was extremely fast; otherwise, the jade token on him would have been crushed long ago, and he would have been eliminated.

With another flicker, Zhang Xuan flew straight toward Fan Xiaofeng's direction. Knowing that there were surely people watching, he maintained his speed at the peak of Saint Realm Ninth Layer, not exceeding it.

Wuwuwu!

Streams of energy exploded around him.

Although others could not harm him, competition was fierce; from time to time, people fought on the side, and one strong cultivator after another was eliminated.

Admittedly, the Great Confucian Hall's assessment was extremely brutal.

Although alliances were not forbidden, for the sake of passing, all alliances were false, and one might easily be stabbed in the back.

Zhang Xuan had seen such a thing: three people formed an alliance, and when they encountered a lone cultivator whom they could easily eliminate, one of them, because a companion was injured, took the initiative to eliminate that companion as well.

Injury meant a defect; an alliance would not only lose its power but might also lead to being surrounded, making it less flexible than acting alone.

While he advanced quickly, Fan Xiaofeng was sweating cold sweat and trembling incessantly.

After being attacked continuously by three cultivators of the same level, he was already injured, his strength mostly depleted, and he was utterly exhausted.

"Stop struggling and accept elimination... The Great Confucian Hall is not a place for someone of your strength to enter!"

A young man with the confidence of a hunter smiled as he looked over.

Behind him were two other youths, surrounding Fan Xiaofeng in a fan formation.

"If you want to eliminate me, then do it! Even if I can't enter the Great Confucian Hall, I'll make sure you get hurt..."

Knowing there was no retreat, Fan Xiaofeng clenched his teeth and looked at the three before him like a wounded wolf.

His luck was terrible; as soon as he appeared, he was teleported here and besieged by three people... He had done his best to hold out until now.

"Hurt us? You think you're worthy?"

The leading youth snorted: "Attack!"

Swish!

With the command, the three attacked together, their power pouring down like a storm, enveloping the entire area so that escape was impossible.

The leading youth had already reached Half-Saint, and the other two were also at the peak of Saint Realm Ninth Layer. Fan Xiaofeng was inferior to any one of them, and facing all three at once, he immediately became flustered.

Bang!

His face turning pale from the attack, Fan Xiaofeng flew backward, his back slamming heavily against a rock. His body was overstretched, limp as mud.

"Alright, crush his jade token and move on to the next!"

The leading youth, seeing that he had lost the ability to resist, gave the order.

"Yes!"

The youth on the left smiled, leaped forward, raised his finger, and pointed it straight at the jade token on Fan Xiaofeng's chest.

Judging by the force, if it hit, he would be eliminated directly.

"Alas, I won't be able to fulfill the clan's heavy trust..."

Showing a helpless expression, knowing that continuing to fight would only worsen his injuries, Fan Xiaofeng had no choice but to close his eyes in resignation.

However, after waiting a moment, he did not feel the jade token on his chest shatter. He quickly looked up and saw a figure who had appeared before him at some point, sitting on a rock not far away, gently swinging his right leg, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Then, a faint voice sounded in his ears: "Three against one, that's a bit unfair, don't you think?"

"Xiaoxu..."

Fan Xiaofeng's heart trembled.

It was none other than the clan leader's son, Fan Xiaoxu!

He had arrived at the critical moment.

"Another one looking for death!"

Seeing that someone dared to rescue under their siege, the leading youth sneered, exchanged glances, and with the other two, surrounded Zhang Xuan: "You'll soon know what 'fair' means!"

Whoosh!

Knowing time was precious, without much talk, the three charged.

"Xiaoxu, run! Just pass the assessment, don't worry about me..."

Seeing him surrounded, Fan Xiaofeng was extremely anxious.

He knew Xiaoxu's strength well; he was only slightly stronger than himself. Facing these three, he had no chance of winning. Rather than being eliminated, it was better to escape and preserve a glimmer of hope for the Zichi Ancient Sage Clan.

Bang bang bang!

Before his words ended, the sound of fists and feet hitting flesh rang out, and his anxious shouts stuck in his throat, unable to continue.

He saw that the three who had been so aggressive were now all lying on the ground, their eyes filled with terror.

Fan Xiaoxu, sitting on the rock, seemed not to have moved at all, looking over with a smile, his eyes full of encouragement: "Eliminate them yourself!"

"Me?"

Fan Xiaofeng's mind went blank.

Even now, he couldn't understand how this Xiaoxu he knew so well had defeated the three so easily, one against three.

"Weren't they trying to eliminate you? Since that's the case, I'll leave the task of eliminating them to you..."

Zhang Xuan said.

Attacking someone of this level was already bullying the weak; eliminating them himself would be too embarrassing.

After all, he was someone who cared about face.

"I... I'm no match for them!"

His face reddening, Fan Xiaofeng gritted his teeth.

Although the three before him were injured, his own injuries were not light either. Despite wanting to eliminate them, he couldn't do it with his own strength.

"Don't worry, just follow my instructions in battle. Eliminating three people is very simple!"

Smiling slightly, Zhang Xuan's eyes were encouraging.

"Simple?"

Not knowing why he said that, Fan Xiaofeng paused, then gritted his teeth: "Alright, I'll try!"

Since he was here, and judging by his strength, he probably wouldn't be eliminated, there was nothing to worry about.

"You won't fight?"

The leading youth stood up, his eyes filled with fear.

The other had defeated all three of them in one move; his strength was unprecedented among the younger generation. Fighting him would surely result in elimination, but fighting this guy who was nearly exhausted was simple.

"I won't fight. If you can eliminate him with all your strength, I'll let you go. If not, then prepare to be eliminated!"

Zhang Xuan smiled slightly.

"Xiaoxu, have you... lost your mind?"

Hearing this, Fan Xiaofeng swayed and nearly fainted.