Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

Previously, he thought that even if he couldn't defeat Ming Qianzong, he could still manage to lure the opponent away or retreat calmly.

But now, he didn't dare to think that way anymore. The opponent's strength was much greater than it appeared on the surface. No wonder he had been able to dominate the Dragonfall Domain for so many years.

He remembered that when the two fought in the past, this person hadn't brought out this top-grade ancient spiritual artifact.

Now, his Myriad Soul Banner was useless, and the Tiangang Spirit-Slaying Sword was entangled by the opponent's magical treasure. The only Heaven-Piercing Staff could only deal with one magical treasure, but he couldn't cope with the Mantra Cauldron.

Moreover, he didn't know if the opponent had any backup plans. As the master of a sect, he must have plenty of treasures.

For a time, Wu Fan secretly lamented his misfortune, staring at the empty space in front of him with flickering eyes, racking his brains for a solution.

Although the opponent's stealth technique was powerful, it couldn't hide from his eyes. He naturally saw where he was hiding.

"Hmph! I have to say, you kid really surprised this venerable one. If you were to advance to the late stage, I'm afraid there wouldn't be many people in this world who could be your opponent. When I was young, I always thought that I was the only chosen one, not only leaving my peers behind but also being able to fight opponents above my level early on. But now, compared to you, I am truly ashamed of myself. However, with my lifelong nature of being extremely vengeful, even if you are a genius, I can't let you live. If it were someone else, I would really want to befriend you!"

Ming Qianzong, who was hidden in the void, saw Wu Fan's gaze and knew that there was no point in continuing to hide, so he simply revealed himself and said with emotion.

"This is fate. Since we belong to different camps, we are destined to be enemies. Otherwise, your junior sister wouldn't have died at my hands. You and I wouldn't have such a great feud."

Seeing that the opponent was not in a hurry to attack, Wu Fan was happy to have some respite. Under his mental control, the Heaven-Piercing Staff transformed back to its original size and was held in his hand.

Now, for him, only brute force could overcome all techniques. Using his identity as a body cultivator, he would withstand all attacks and try to delay as much time as possible.

"Therefore, you must die today. I don't want to leave any trouble for myself!"

Ming Qianzong's eyes instantly turned cold. As he spoke, he pointed at the Mantra Cauldron above with one hand and chanted a mantra.

In the next moment, the cauldron once again shot out sharp swords one after another, swarming towards Wu Fan.

At the same time, the short halberd, under his control, transformed into a black dragon, wagging its head and tail as it charged over.

"Hmph!"

Wu Fan was too lazy to waste words. While quickly retreating, he immediately swung the Heaven-Piercing Staff like a fan, and all the incoming swords were shattered into pieces and dissipated.

As a result, although Wu Fan's arm was numb, his retreating speed increased a lot.

But Wu Fan didn't dare to use his divine sense to control the Heaven-Piercing Staff to resist, because without the blessing of his powerful physical strength, once the Heaven-Piercing Staff left his hand, it would immediately be knocked away by the incoming swords, eventually leading to him being unable to control it and allowing the opponent to take advantage of the situation.

Therefore, he had to hold the Heaven-Piercing Staff firmly in his hand.

But as a result, the blood in Wu Fan's body surged endlessly, his arms gradually became numb, and as time passed, even the tiger's mouth faintly flowed with blood.

But he gritted his teeth and persevered.

In this way, the two retreated and attacked, quickly running towards the periphery. Before long, they arrived at the area with buildings they had passed through earlier.

When he arrived here, Wu Fan didn't dare to rush around, because these buildings were protected by formations. Once he crashed into them, it would definitely limit his speed of retreat.

Therefore, after arriving here, he tried to choose wide roads to retreat.

Ming Qianzong had no way to deal with this.

So, time slowly passed, and in the blink of an eye, an incense stick of time had passed.

Now, the two had already fought to the edge of the ruins, not far from the mountainside. But this was not where the two of them had come up from back then.

During this period, the two had exchanged a few words, but they were all harsh words aimed at each other, with no substance.

However, recently, Ming Qianzong's face was full of joy, often laughing a few times, and constantly making sarcastic remarks.

Because at this time, Wu Fan's face was as pale as paper, the corners of his mouth were stained with blood that he hadn't wiped away, his palms were covered in blood, and even his body was swaying.

As for why Ming Qianzong would laugh from time to time, it was because Wu Fan had spat out several mouthfuls of essence blood in this short period of time.

That's right, Wu Fan was indeed on the verge of collapse. Now, he only felt that his internal organs seemed to be shattered, and severe pain filled his body, and his hands were extremely weak, and he had almost failed to hold the Heaven-Piercing Staff several times.

Fortunately, his tenacious willpower allowed him to persevere until now. But if he couldn't think of a solution, he probably wouldn't have the strength to fight for long.

Of course, Ming Qianzong wasn't doing much better. Although he was a late-stage great cultivator, the Mantra Cauldron was, after all, a pseudo-spiritual treasure. He had been fully activating it all the way, and the true essence in his body had been consumed by more than half, causing sweat to flow from his forehead.

But he was excited at this moment, because he saw that Wu Fan was at the end of his rope.

"Hehe! Wu kid, you can't hold on anymore, right? Today, I'll see how you escape from my palm."

At this time, Ming Qianzong was relaxed and couldn't help but laugh sarcastically again.

"Hmph, you old demon, don't be too happy too soon. Maybe I really have a way to escape. When we meet next time, who knows who will be the one escaping!"

But Wu Fan curled his lips when he heard this, snorted coldly, and actually had a mocking look on his face.

"Hmm~? What do you mean by that?"

Ming Qianzong frowned and asked with narrowed eyes.

But Wu Fan just smiled and didn't say anything.