Now that you have betrayed the sect, who will still pamper you?.

Chapter 1313 I'm not convinced! I'm convinced, I'm convinced...

"When...?"

Fu Qingshan's voice was weak, filled with disbelief.

It was only then that he understood what had just happened.

He was seriously injured by Jiang Han's palm strike, and the other party didn't even draw his sword!

Why is there such a big difference between people who are all at the early stage of Nascent Soul?

How can he be so strong when he's injured?! Wasn't this guy supposed to be injured?!

Jiang Han did not answer, but instead scanned the other party's body with his divine sense. After finding the target, he reached out and beckoned, and the storage magic treasure in the other party's body flew out on its own, which he then put away with a flick of his palm.

Fu Qingshan had no room to resist and could only watch helplessly as his wealth, accumulated over a hundred years, was taken away. Even though he desperately wanted to rush forward and stop it, he couldn't even reach out and grab it.

He was already using up all his strength just to prop his head up and look at the other person; he couldn't do anything more than that.

Watching helplessly as the other party took the treasure and vanished without even saying a word to him, Fu Qingshan grew even more anxious, coughing up blood and screaming pitifully:

"Why? I possess the Eight Desolate Star Body, my physical body is comparable to that of a True Spirit descendant, even a low-grade True Spirit treasure cannot harm me, how did you do it? Why can't I even see your movements?!"

"No reason."

Jiang Han flipped through the storage magic item in his hand and casually said, "It's because you're too weak."

Fu Qingshan was so shocked by those four words that his vision went black and he almost fainted on the spot.

He was a recognized genius by all sects, a Nascent Soul prodigy who had fought fiercely against the demon race for half a year and was able to escape unscathed. Yet, in Jiang Han's mouth, he only received the evaluation of being too weak.

Is he weak? Is he really that weak?

No! He's not weak, he's not weak at all!

Fu Qingshan roared inwardly, his breathing rapid, his blood rushing to his head, a sickly flush rising to his face, and his whole body steaming. Finally, he gritted his teeth and shouted:

"I refuse to accept this, I can still..."

Click——!

A bolt of azure lightning pierced through space and struck him directly on the head, shattering the words in Fu Qingshan's mouth. His body convulsed, a wisp of green smoke rose from his forehead, and he promptly passed out.

"Noisy."

Jiang Han's gaze swept over the members of the Holy Sect, finally settling on Yun Fengzhu:

"Let's begin, don't waste time."

His mood clearly worsened. Not only did Fu Qingshan have very few storage magic treasures, but the wealth inside those treasures was also ridiculously scarce.

Not only were there no rare and precious materials, but there were also no refining materials. There were only more than three hundred spirit crystals and more than one hundred bottles of pills to aid in body refining.

Although he was much richer than the geniuses of the lower realms, compared to the two from the Thousand Machine Pavilion, he was outrageously poor.

Besides, these pills wouldn't be very effective for him, and they were far less cost-effective than rare and precious herbs, so he could only try to trade them away.

Alas, it seems that the situation varies from sect to sect. Not all geniuses are wealthy. The richest one is still the Thousand Machine Pavilion.

Jiang Han sighed inwardly, glancing at Gu Chenyin out of the corner of his eye, thinking to himself that it was a pity.

Unfortunately, the people from Qianji Pavilion were too composed. Even though he appeared extremely weak, no one had dared to provoke him for over a month.

"Alright, Fellow Daoist Jiang, please wait a moment."

Yun Fengzhu waved for someone to treat Fu Qingshan, nodded to Gu Chenyin, and turned to walk towards the center of the square.

Gu Chenyin set off to follow, and only when he was quite far away from Jiang Han did he feel his body relax a bit.

It's terrifying! I didn't see Jiang Han cultivating, but his strength has increased a lot since a few days ago. This time, he didn't even use any magic weapons and won in one move.

Could it be that even if this kid does nothing all day, his strength will gradually increase?

Gu Chenyin couldn't understand it, and he didn't want to understand it; he just wanted to stay away from this kind of pervert.

Don't be fooled by the fact that he's currently one level higher than his opponent; who knows when his opponent's cultivation might suddenly surge and easily surpass him.

When that time comes, he too will be chased and beaten by this chosen one.

Upon reaching the very center, he and Yun Fengzhu exchanged a glance, both seeing the wariness in each other's eyes.

Neither of them said much; they simply raised their hands and flicked out a drop of blood essence, beginning to draw a complex ancient rune.

The essence blood seemed to be the essence blood of some kind of spirit beast, and it emitted low roars from time to time as it was being drawn. As the runes were perfected, the roars became louder and louder.

"..."

Not far away, the members of the Holy Sect rushed to where Fu Qingshan was, surrounding him and casting spells to heal him. Some fed him pills, some helped him regulate his meridians, and some helped him nourish his bones.

Many more people were pacing anxiously nearby, seemingly not there to rescue him, but rather to use the pretext of rescuing him to distance themselves from Jiang Han.

Even Li Jingqiu, who thought he knew Jiang Han very well, was somewhat absent-minded at this moment. When casting the spell, he would occasionally steal glances at Jiang Han, his eyes filled with panic and horror.

What's going on? Fellow Daoist Jiang clearly won, but why does the other party seem somewhat dissatisfied?

Could it be that this battle didn't satisfy you, fellow Daoist, and you want to take this opportunity to wipe them all out in one fell swoop?

Thinking of this, Li Jingqiu quickly stopped looking at the other person, afraid that the other person would feel offended and suddenly hit her.

To be honest, she knew Fu Qingshan would lose, but she didn't expect him to lose so decisively, or rather, so miserably.

This cannot be considered a true duel or exchange of skills; it is more like a crushing defeat, a crushing of the weak by the strong.

From beginning to end, Fu Qingshan was like a laughable ant, easily crushed by the other party with a single finger.