Invincible starts with predatory terms

At the entrance to the Ancient Battlefield, winds surged and clouds gathered low, as if brewing for an even greater upheaval.

Yang Fan stood before his disciples, his gaze like torches, carrying his belief of not fearing hardship, ready to face the coming storm.

Refine.

At the entrance to the Ancient Battlefield, the wind howled, and raindrops fell like beads, as if drawing open the curtain for the upcoming great battle.

Yang Fan stood at the very front of the group, his gaze firm, as if able to penetrate the chaotic wind and rain to reach the destiny ahead.

His disciples followed closely behind, their expressions slightly tense, but their eyes flashed with irrepressible fighting spirit and anticipation.

"Li Changsheng,"

Yang Fan's voice was exceptionally clear in the wind and rain, "Are you ready?"

Li Changsheng met Yang Fan's gaze and nodded, the promise in his heart resurfacing.

He knew that this was an opportunity, one sufficient to break through his own limitations.

"Master, I am ready. I will definitely seize this opportunity."

He responded with a firm tone.

Along the way, Li Changsheng constantly muttered the promise deep within his heart, recalling the moments of hard training day and night, the sword techniques becoming increasingly clear in his mind.

He believed that only by breaking through could he live up to his master's expectations and truly realize his ambitions.

And Li Ling'er followed silently, having already planned strategies in her heart to cope with various crises. She was determined to protect herself and her fellow disciples in this unprecedented challenge.

Now, stepping into this magical and dangerous battlefield, they had no way to retreat, only to move forward bravely.

Rain poured on everyone's face, and raging flames ignited in the eyes of every disciple.

"Everyone, the trial of the Ancient Battlefield will determine your future destiny."

Yang Fan took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping across the faces of each disciple, his voice low and powerful, "In the upcoming battles, you must unleash all of your abilities. I believe that every one of my disciples can be reborn in this tempering!"

"Our fate is in our own hands!"

Li Ling'er took the lead in responding, her eyes like torches.

"That's right, Master, we will not let you down!"

The disciples responded in unison, that belief beginning to coalesce into an unshakable force in the wind and rain.

Yang Fan nodded in satisfaction, turned around, and led his disciples step by step into the Ancient Battlefield intertwined with the unknown and the mysterious.

Their figures gradually disappeared into the wind and rain, the back of each person resembling a charging warrior, ready to face the unpredictable destiny and the great trial of growth.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and Yang Fan once again stood in the main hall of the Heavenly Mandate Sect, facing all the disciples who had gathered.

His gaze lingered on these young faces for a moment, nodding secretly, very satisfied with their progress.

"Everyone, earlier I had Li Changsheng and Li Ling'er lead you all in making full preparations in the Ancient Battlefield."

His voice was steady, with a hint of inspiring power, "Today is the time for you to show yourselves."

The disciples all had firm gazes, among them Yan Tian and Huang Tian were particularly prominent.

Yan Tian's fire-attribute power caused his whole body to emit a faint heat, like a raging fire about to be extinguished, his whole body full of tension before the eruption.

Huang Tian, on the other hand, seemed more calm and steady, his strong figure standing in the ranks like a rock, giving people a sense of unshakable security.

Yang Fan gave Li Changsheng a look, signaling him to gather the disciples.

Li Changsheng understood, slightly straightened his clothes, walked in front of the crowd, and stood side by side with Li Ling'er.

Li Ling'er showed her brother her usual trust and cooperation, saying softly but firmly: "I know that everyone may still have concerns in their hearts, but please believe that no matter what difficulties we encounter, we will overcome them together."

Yan Tian nodded slightly, echoing: "Yes, Senior Sister, we will go all out."

He raised his eyes to look at the sky, although the sky was still covered with dark clouds, he seemed to see the dawn in the distance.

On the other side, Huang Tian also said softly: "As long as we are united, we will definitely be able to win the victory and glory that belongs to us."

"Very good!"

Yang Fan nodded with a smile, his heart filled with pride.

He knew that his disciples had not only achieved breakthroughs in strength, but their minds had also become more determined.

"Disciples, it's time to set off."

Yang Fan said loudly, "Our destiny is in our own hands, and that Ancient Battlefield will be the stage for us to prove ourselves!"

As soon as the words fell, Yang Fan took the lead, Li Changsheng and Li Ling'er followed closely behind, and behind them were a large number of disciples ready to go.

Everyone was excited and striving forward, chained into an irresistible torrent, heading straight for the Ancient Battlefield.

Outside the Ancient Battlefield, many powerhouses from the cultivation world gathered, with constant discussions in their ears.

Representatives of the major sects were closely watching the movements of the Heavenly Mandate Sect.

In their eyes, this emerging force had amazing potential and threat.

At this moment, an old but powerful voice sounded: "It seems that the Heavenly Mandate Sect is ready, let us wait and see."

Yang Fan led his disciples to the entrance of the Ancient Battlefield.

He took a deep breath, looked back at each disciple, and finally said heavily: "Remember, I am with you."

Then he stepped into that unknown, mysterious and dangerous vast battlefield.

On this brand new journey, what kind of challenges will Yang Fan and his disciples encounter?

A fierce trial against fate is about to unfold in front of everyone in the Heavenly Mandate Sect.

The belief in their hearts is like a lighthouse in the storm, guiding their way forward.

Yang Fan and his disciples steadily entered the Ancient Battlefield. The entire battlefield was shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere, as if every step could feel the terrifying energy left over from the great battle thousands of years ago.

The ancient stone tablets and broken weapons all around silently told of the cruelty and shock of past battles.

"Master, are we really ready to face everything here?"

Li Ling'er looked at the surrounding scenery and asked in a low voice, with a hint of unease in her eyes.

Yang Fan smiled slightly and replied softly: "Ling'er, I brought everyone here not because we are fully prepared, but because we are not afraid of the unknown. This is the best time to temper ourselves and the place for us to prove our strength."

Li Changsheng stood beside them, clenched his fists, and said firmly: "What Master said is right, no matter what we encounter, we will face it together."

Just at this moment, the atmosphere near their camp suddenly changed.

Several monks wearing conspicuous Taoist robes appeared in sight. They were representatives from the Ice Ripple Holy Land.

The leader was an old man with white hair but a vigorous spirit - the Great Elder of the Ice Ripple Holy Land, Ling Wei.

Ling Wei took a step forward and said in a bad tone: "Sect Master Yang, although your Heavenly Mandate Sect has risen recently, you must also be clear that the cultivation world is not only about the strong, but also needs allies. Our Ice Ripple Holy Land is willing to form an alliance with the Heavenly Mandate Sect to jointly resist future difficulties."

Yang Fan looked at him unhurriedly, his tone revealing a hint of disdain: "Our Heavenly Mandate Sect does not need to rely on others, our own strength is enough to face everything."