Chapter 44 You Know Wan Lei?

Having made up his mind, Wan Liuchuan stopped waving his long blade frantically to no avail. Instead, he summoned the thunder from the sky, directing it to strike all around him.

As the thunderbolts crashed down, the black ghost energy within him surged forth, emanating a pressure in all directions.

The pressure slowed Fang Xiaoyu's speed, and at that moment, the thunder from the sky descended.

Boom!!!

With a deafening roar, Fang Xiaoyu's figure plummeted heavily. Wan Liuchuan instantly pursued.

Fang Xiaoyu stabilized herself in mid-air, retreated swiftly, and created distance between herself and Wan Liuchuan.

The ferocious ghost avatar roared, its body crackling with lightning, transforming into a bolt of lightning as it charged towards Fang Xiaoyu.

Fang Xiaoyu morphed into a hurricane, howling towards the ghost avatar.

One was lightning, the other a hurricane; in the blink of an eye, they closed the vast distance.

The two collided.

Then, they were sent flying backwards.

Wan Liuchuan's ghost avatar trembled violently. He barely managed to stabilize it, but still coughed up blood.

Fang Xiaoyu didn't fare much better. Although she didn't spew blood like Wan Liuchuan, her lips were slightly red, with traces of blood seeping out.

She looked up at her opponent. Because of the ghost avatar, she couldn't make out his features.

But it didn't matter. In her eyes, all men looked the same.

Like big pig trotters.

Wan Liuchuan felt a slight surge of pride in his heart.

This girl, who had never given him a proper look, was finally looking at him.

"How does my thunder compare to Wan Lei's?"

Fang Xiaoyu was famous, but Wan Lei was the one Wan Liuchuan considered his lifelong rival.

Now that he had an enemy who had fought Wan Lei, he couldn't help but compare himself to him.

Wan Liuchuan waited for a long time, but the girl remained silent, her expression still calm and indifferent.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

"Is it only Wan Lei who is worthy of your words?"

Wan Liuchuan felt a sense of frustration, as if he had been outshone by Wan Lei.

What frustrated him even more was that the girl before him...

Nodded.

Damn it, what makes me inferior to Wan Lei? Aren't my cultivation levels higher? Aren't I more handsome? Why do you only talk to Wan Lei and not to me? I'm going to cut down Wan Lei right now…

Wait, damn it, Xiaoyu Syndrome!!!

I almost fell into that terrible obsession. As expected, this enchanting woman knows witchcraft. Wan Liuchuan has always been upright and maintained his true self. How could I be bewitched by her?

Wan Liuchuan hurriedly shook his head, banishing those strange thoughts from his mind.

Fang Xiaoyu had no idea about the inner turmoil of her opponent. If she did, she would definitely ask him what Xiaoyu Syndrome was.

The girl moved. She opened the fan in her hand and fanned it fiercely forward.

Gusts of fierce wind surged towards Wan Liuchuan, and he swung his blade forward, constantly chopping at the wind.

But the wind was formless and immaterial. Even if he cut it apart, it still blew onto him.

The two were deadlocked for a quarter of an hour before Wan Liuchuan's ghost avatar couldn't hold on any longer.

The avatar rapidly dried up and cracked in the howling wind, turning into mist that was blown away by the wind.

Wan Liuchuan tried desperately to resist, but he was no match for Fang Xiaoyu. The ghost avatar lasted only two quarters of an hour before being completely dissipated.

Having lost his ghost avatar, Wan Liuchuan had no choice but to use his physical body to withstand Fang Xiaoyu's wind.

But he was not born with a lightning body; he didn't have Wan Lei's freakishly strong physique.

Helpless, he could only imitate Wan Lei, diving into the thunderclouds to protect himself.

Fang Xiaoyu looked up at the sky, tilting her head slightly. A hint of strangeness appeared on her eternally cold expression.

She was now almost certain that the person in front of her knew Wan Lei.

The same divine ability, the same combat techniques, the same thunder.

Although he was many times stronger than the Wan Lei she had fought before, how did he compare to the current Wan Lei?

"Wind Sweeps Away the Clouds!"

Fang Xiaoyu chanted silently, transforming herself into the source of the wind, howling towards Wan Liuchuan's thunderclouds.

She had used this move against Wan Lei before.

Wan Lei couldn't stop it and ended up detonating his thunderclouds.

If Wan Lei couldn't stop it, Wan Liuchuan naturally couldn't either.

Under the fierce battering of the wind, the thunderclouds dissipated at a visible rate.

At this point, Wan Liuchuan had clearly recognized the gap between himself and Fang Xiaoyu.

As expected of the Fang family's most talented genius. Someone who was admired and sought after by hundreds of thousands of young people in the Central Region was not someone Wan Liuchuan could match at present.

If she was so strong, could Wan Lei defeat her?

Wan Liuchuan felt a faint sense of worry in his heart.

Yesterday, when he fought alongside Wan Lei, the combat power Wan Lei displayed was comparable to his.

But he knew his own limits. He had already exerted all his strength at that time, while Wan Lei seemed relaxed, as if he still had plenty of energy to spare.

Indeed, to deal with the Qingyun Four Scoundrels, Wan Lei hadn't even used the power of his natal thunder essence. He was far from exhausted.

Seeing his thunderclouds gradually dissipate, Wan Liuchuan couldn't delay any longer.

He had no choice but to push the thunderclouds towards Fang Xiaoyu.

He still had the move of detonating his thunderclouds.

Fang Xiaoyu flew forward, charging towards the thunderclouds.

Wan Liuchuan was overjoyed at the sight, secretly thinking that she didn't know what was good for her. He pushed forward with the thunderclouds, then retreated swiftly.

Explode!

The thunderclouds exploded with a deafening roar, and Fang Xiaoyu, who had just come into contact with them, was blasted into dust.

Wan Liuchuan didn't rejoice at the sight. Instead, an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

With Fang Xiaoyu's strength, it was impossible for her to die from his detonating his thunderclouds.

Suddenly, a chilling sensation ran through him. Wan Liuchuan didn't have time to think and swung his blade behind him.

Bang!

Wan Liuchuan was sent flying. Behind him, Fang Xiaoyu's unscathed figure appeared.

Fang Xiaoyu had seen this move before. Having suffered once, how could she suffer a second time?

The shattered figure was merely an illusion created with fierce wind.

After Wan Liuchuan was blasted away, Fang Xiaoyu immediately flew forward. With a wave of her fan, a river of light swords surged towards Wan Liuchuan.

As the river entered Wan Liuchuan's body, he felt an excruciating pain, as if his soul was being sliced into pieces.

He fell to the ground, finding it difficult to even lift a finger.

Heh, I should have learned *feng sheng he li* (lit. the wind whispers, the cranes cry; fig. to be jittery with anxiety and suspicion) first; perhaps I could have blocked this move.

This move was called Waving Sword to Form a River.

The four great divine sense abilities of the Immortal Realm:

Waving Sword to Form a River,

Turning Stone into Gold,

*Feng Sheng He Li*,

Every Plant and Tree a Soldier!

Fang Xiaoyu approached Wan Liuchuan.

"Do you know Wan Lei?"

"Yes, I am from the Wan family of the Northern Region, from the same clan as Wan Lei. My name is..."

"Tell Wan Lei that I will clear out all the opponents and wait for him... for the final battle!"