I Sincerely Thank My Generous Friends

Since they had thought to overwhelm Feng Fan with numbers, how could he not have predicted it?

With a flick of his sleeve, dozens of spiritual qi swords materialized around him. The cultivators unleashed their techniques in unison, flooding the battlefield with dazzling attacks, all aimed at Feng Fan.

But his swords moved relentlessly, blocking and deflecting each strike with ease.

"Don't stop! Close the distance!"

Realizing their attacks from a distance were ineffective, the cultivators rushed toward him, hoping to break through his defenses and kill him. Some, thinking themselves clever, held back, believing they would have a better chance of survival at the rear.

Too bad for them, it made no difference. Those at the front were sliced apart by qi swords, while those in the back were reduced to cinders by bolts of lightning.

Within moments, they all lay dead. A grin spread across Feng Fan's face.