Invincible starts with predatory terms

The situation was on the verge of erupting, the air thick with a tense, combative atmosphere.

Just as both sides were deadlocked, Guo Hong suddenly appeared leading a group of people.

Although ostensibly there for the rumors of the Dragon Vein awakening, his gaze never left Ming Yu.

Guo Hong announced loudly, "Ming Yu, it seems your Wing Alliance's operation has failed completely; this doesn't seem like a place you should linger."

His words contained an inviolable authority, intending to force Ming Yu to leave.

Ming Yu's eyes flickered, already knowing in his heart that this place was not suitable for a long stay.

He coldly swept his gaze around, swallowed his words, and finally turned to leave.

The cultivators watching the excitement naturally dispersed, discussing the thrilling confrontation.

Yang Fan watched Ming Yu's departing figure, a faint feeling in his heart that this was just the beginning.

A greater storm was quietly brewing.

"Everyone's gone,"

Guo Hong approached Yang Fan, patted him on the shoulder, "Do you have any plans to tell us?"

"Li Changsheng, Li Ling'er, we still have many unsolved problems to face. I will hold up a sky for you. With me on this path, there's no need to fear."

Yang Fan's words were firm, as if speaking to his disciples, and also to himself.

The three of them walked into the distance together, accompanied by a brand new future, a legend waiting to be written.

They looked up at the stars, the bright starlight casting a glow on their journey.

The afterglow of dusk fell on the peak of Spirit Law Manor, staining every tile, enveloping the entire manor in an ancient and mysterious light.

The air was filled with a chilling atmosphere as Yang Fan led Li Changsheng and Li Ling'er to stand, their eyes firm and deep.

"Master, will that Ming Yu come back to cause trouble again?"

Li Ling'er asked somewhat uneasily, her gaze still sharp, a trace of contemplation in her decisive expression.

Yang Fan smiled slightly and said softly, "Ming Yu is indeed not simple, but he is only a part of this storm. Greater challenges are yet to come."

Li Changsheng nodded silently, he had been quietly accumulating strength.

His heart was like still water, waiting for the upcoming test.

"Master, I will do my best and will not let anyone harm the Xuanqing Sect,"

He made a decision to intercept the princes' forces.

This secret decision was like a seed buried in the hot soil, it seemed that a new storm was about to sweep through the entire spiritual cultivation world.

Night fell slowly, and Yang Fan gathered his disciples, his thoughts surging in the night wind.

They planned and deployed under the starlight, preparing to meet the coming upheaval.

Li Ling'er gripped the sword in her hand, her heart filled with soaring fighting spirit, while Li Changsheng was as steady as a rock, his inner strength ready to be unleashed.

They knew that no matter what they faced, they would not be alone; Yang Fan was always their solid support.

"Remember, no matter how strong the enemy is, our hearts will always be together."

Yang Fan's voice was gentle and powerful, turning all anxiety and unease into nothing in an instant.

This night, they not only welcomed an important battle, but also wrote a new chapter for their mission.

The wind and clouds were surging, the enemies and opportunities waiting ahead were intertwined, and they would also be tempered in this confrontation, embracing true growth.

This was a test of destiny, but also the moment for them to write their legend.

Three days later, in the early morning, in front of the Xuanqing Sect's main hall, the morning light gently sprinkled on the stone steps, like golden ink accidentally spilled by someone.

Yang Fan stood at the entrance of the main hall, his eyes like torches, watching the gradually gathering disciples.

After a short period of rest and preparation, a look of firmness and anticipation appeared on everyone's faces.

"Master!"

Li Ling'er took the lead in stepping onto the steps, a smile on her face, like a flower blooming in the wind.

She had just come out of the alchemy room, holding several newly refined pills in her hand, preparing to deal with unforeseen needs in battle.

"I feel that my ability has improved a lot again."

Yang Fan nodded, looking at her with a loving gaze, "Very good, but don't forget that true strength must be demonstrated in actual combat."

Not far away, Li Changsheng walked slowly, his aura as deep as the sea.

"Master, I am ready."

His eyes were as calm as water, revealing a deep confidence.

Yang Fan continued to observe the disciples who came one after another, and could not help but feel a trace of relief.

Each disciple had shown remarkable progress in their respective fields, and there was an unsuppressed fighting spirit and strength in them.

"Today, we are about to meet a not-so-small challenge, the Ancient Battlefield. There are countless opportunities and dangers hidden there, but as long as we unite together, we will surely overcome all obstacles."

Yang Fan's voice echoed in the air for a long time, inspiring the hearts of every disciple.

With Yang Fan's order, the disciples followed in his footsteps and set off towards the Ancient Battlefield.

Along the way, the mountains, rivers, and plants were particularly quiet and beautiful in the morning light, but every disciple understood in their hearts that this tranquility was only a brief calm before the storm.

Crossing mountains, traversing valleys, they finally arrived at the legendary entrance.

The gate of the Ancient Battlefield stood towering into the clouds, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

"Ling'er, Changsheng, remember our goal is not only to challenge ourselves, but also to seek breakthroughs."

Yang Fan stood between the two, gently exhorting.

The two nodded firmly, their eyes flashing with eager light.

At the same time, the other disciples were also ready, their hearts filled with both anticipation and slight nervousness.

The opening of the Ancient Battlefield heralded the beginning of a new chapter, where it would be the best stage for everyone to show themselves.

The moment he stepped into the battlefield, Yang Fan felt the spirit and strength of the disciples around him.

He believed that in this place full of unknowns and challenges, they would surely write their own legendary stories.

The morning mist had begun to dissipate, and in front of the Ancient Battlefield, the disciples all looked solemn and fully prepared.