Chapter 2770


    With a wave of Fane''s hand, the 75 Soul Swords shot into Fane''s gray sword.


    Fane used an upper ultimate god level technique and was already at the third stage!


    Fane was barely fazed, even if it was a chosen disciple standing in front of him. So what if Philip could be a chosen disciple? Everyone in this world had been restricted to thete stage of the innate level. They were fighting with the strength of their techniques, and in terms of technique, Fane had never lost before!


    Philip was, of course, already at full strength after witnessing Fane''s skills. The spatial shards violently spun around him as he controlled them. The shards disturbed the air around them, turning into a tornado with Philip at the center.


    "Die!" roared Philip as he leaped and rushed toward Fane.


    The dancing spatial shards looked so dangerous, it was like they could destroy anything in the world. The violent wind stirred the sand on the ground, but the moment the sand touched the spatial shards, it disappeared.


    "Die!" repeated Philip, screaming as though he was a deranged beast.


    Fane squinted at the raging winds before sighing and


    rid of the thoughts he had before. Raising his sword in his right hand, he swung the sharp end toward Philip.


    Destroying the Void turned into about a meter-long ray as it shed right at Philip''s Spatial Distortion.


    The ck-colored aura shed with the spatial shards, and terrifyingly loud crackling echoed in the air.


    The sh of the two skills caused incredibly strong shockwaves, and everyone else stopped mid-fight just to witness what was happening.


    The spatial shards that reflected the sunlight shed against the pitch-ck sword sh. While the sh looked inactive, it was obvious how it persistently pushed back against the shards.


    The spatial shards that seemed to be able to destroy everything in the world suddenly disappeared after meeting the sh.


    Fane''s tearing sh was so sharp that the spatial shards failed to stop it!


    "What?!" snapped Philip. His powerful attack-the very technique he had been so proud of-was basically minced by Fane! Who was he? Why was he so strong?


    s, Philip did not have the chance to ponder on the questions for too long as the pitch-ck sword aura had been so quick that it appeared in front of him in a blink.


    He was toote to react. The sh audibly cut through Philip''s clothes and pierced his chest, and at that very moment, a searing pain, overtook him as he felt his soul


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    He had never felt such pain in his entire life. It was as if thousands of ants were biting at his soul!


    "Argh!" a cry of agony pierced the atmosphere.


    Nheless, Philip, being the proud man he was after being fed with many praises, tried to bite back the rest of his scream. It would be too humiliating for him if he did not.


    s, he could not stop himself from shouting at that moment. The pain caused him to lose all sense of rationality.


    Faneughed coldly. If the battle had


    not been in the Whirling World, he might have needed to use some more effort to deal with that guy Regardless, everyone was restricted to thete stage of the innate realm in the Whirling World, and they were fighting with their martial skills!


    Fane''s skills were undeniably much stronger than Philip''s. Fane would not even have been afraid of dealing with five or six disciples of the Unbreaking Pavilion!


    Meanwhile, the Unbreaking


    Pavilion''s disciples were


    bbergasted when they saw Philip


    struggling and screaming in pain on the ground. The scene felt so... surreal. Philip had always been an existence that outer disciples practically revered, and he had never looked so pathetic before!


    "Who is he? Is he from an eighth-grade n as well? Is he from a ninth-grade n?"