Fang Xian knew the battle had reached a critical moment.
He roared, and countless chaotic clones suddenly appeared around him. These clones were identical to him, wielding the Limitless Twin Swords and radiating a powerful aura.
The chaotic clones charged towards the three enemies. For a moment, the sky flashed with light, and the shouts of battle shook the heavens.
Taking advantage of the enemies' attention being diverted by the clones, Fang Xian suddenly rushed towards Wu Yuanyuan and Wu Qianqian, his Limitless Twin Swords, imbued with boundless killing intent, thrusting towards them.
Wu Yuanyuan and Wu Qianqian were terrified. They hurriedly dodged, but were still cut by the sword energy.
Blood dripped from their arms, tracing beautiful yet cruel arcs in the air.
Dao Keming, seeing Wu Yuanyuan and Wu Qianqian injured, was enraged.
He intensified his attack, his staff gleaming, unleashing powerful spiritual energy attacks towards Fang Xian.
Under the onslaught of his three enemies, Fang Xian was gradually losing his strength.
He took a deep breath, channeling his chaotic power to its limit, preparing for a final attack.
"Today, I will show you that I am not someone to be trifled with!"
Fang Xian roared, and a massive chaotic black hole appeared around his body, emanating a terrifying suction force that pulled everything in its path into it.
The three men's expressions changed drastically upon seeing this.
They knew this was Fang Xian's strongest attack; if it struck, the consequences would be unimaginable.
They hurriedly joined forces to resist Fang Xian's attack.
Dao Keming's staff shone brightly, channeling all his spiritual power into it, and a golden beam shot towards the chaotic black hole.
Wu Yuanyuan and Wu Qianqian also gathered their spiritual power together, forming a massive spiritual power shield in front of them.
The chaotic black hole collided violently with the golden beam and the spiritual power shield, unleashing a deafening roar.
Wu Yuanyuan and Wu Qianqian were jolted by the powerful force, their blood surging and their bodies flying backward uncontrollably, crashing heavily onto a distant mountain peak, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Dao Keming was also struck by the aftershocks of the chaotic vortex, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his body swaying unsteadily.
The elder sister, Wu Yuanyuan, struggled to her feet, a flicker of resentment in her eyes, but looking at her injured sister and the equally disheveled Dao Keming, a sense of powerlessness welled up within her.
She knew that if they continued fighting, all three of them would face mortal danger.
So, she whispered to her sister, "Sister, let's retreat first, then we'll think of something else."
Her younger sister, Wu Qianqian, nodded slightly, her eyes filled with helplessness.
The two figures flashed, flying into the distance at incredible speed, instantly disappearing from everyone's sight.
Fang Xian, seeing this, would not let them off so easily. He snorted coldly, his chaotic power erupting, and he gave chase like a black lightning bolt.
His speed increased even further, leaving a long afterimage in the air.
Soon, Fang Xian caught up with the two sisters.
He suddenly stretched out his hand, and a powerful surge of chaotic energy transformed into a gigantic hand, grabbing towards the two sisters.
Sensing the danger behind them, the two sisters hurriedly dodged to the side, but were still grazed by the chaotic energy, their bodies wracked with pain.
Fang Xian gave them no chance to catch their breath, launching another attack.
He brandished his twin swords, unleashing streaks of black sword energy towards the two sisters.
The sisters hastily cast spells to defend themselves; flashes of light and explosions filled the air.
Under Fang Xian's relentless onslaught, the sisters gradually succumbed to exhaustion, finally struck by the sword energy and plummeting from the sky, crashing heavily into a valley.
They lay on the ground, weak and covered in wounds.
Fang Xian slowly landed beside them, crouching down, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he looked at the sisters.
"The taste of a saint, now you can savor it."
The elder sister, Wu Yuanyuan, glared at Fang Xian, her eyes filled with resentment.
At this moment, the younger sister, Wu Qianqian, suddenly spoke.
"What do you want? To kill us?"
Her voice was weak, yet filled with stubbornness.
Fang Xian shook his head slightly, a sly smile on his face.
"I won't kill you, I'll only make you happy."
With that, he swung his Wuji Twin Swords wildly, striking them.
Wu Yuanyuan and Wu Qianqian were stunned. You call this—"happiness"?
Fang Xian ignored their screams, his Wuji Twin Swords slashing relentlessly until they both fainted.
Face unconscious, that made things easier.
He directly cast the "Fire Illusion Technique" on the two sisters, then a black magic circle appeared beneath his feet, linking Wu Yuanyuan and Wu Qianqian to his body, forming another black magic circle.
A large "Human Lord" appeared between the three of them.
"Contract."
Under the control of the "Fire Illusion Technique," Wu Yuanyuan and Wu Qianqian decisively agreed.
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
The black magic circles linking the three shone brightly, merging into a large black magic circle.
A moment later, Fang Xian, Wu Yuanyuan, and Wu Qianqian all felt the "Power of the Contract," and the contract was successful.
The light dimmed, and the black magic circle disappeared.
[Contract successful. Current contract partners: 100/202.]
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After they recovered, Fang Xian gently embraced his elder sister Wu Yuanyuan's slender waist, his eyes filled with greed.
Wu Yuanyuan tilted her head slightly, a faint blush rising on her cheeks, making her look exquisitely beautiful.
Her eyes shimmered with love, like a gentle, flowing stream.
The two slowly drew closer, their lips involuntarily touching.
Wu Yuanyuan's hands unconsciously encircled Fang Xian's neck, her fingers lightly threading through his hair, savoring this rare tenderness.
Not far away, her younger sister Wu Qianqian stood quietly, her gaze fixed intently on the two figures.
Seeing this scene, her heart felt like it was being gently tickled by an invisible hand, an irresistible itch.
Her feet seemed nailed to the ground; she wanted to leave, but couldn't move an inch.
A complex emotion flashed in her eyes—envy, disappointment, and above all, an unspeakable affection for Fang Xian.
Perhaps sensing his sister's gaze, Fang Xian slowly released Wu Yuanyuan.
He turned his head to look at his sister, Wu Qianqian, a greedy glint in his eyes.
Wu Yuanyuan followed his gaze, and upon seeing her sister, a knowing look flashed in her eyes.
She gently took Fang Xian's hand and walked towards Wu Qianqian.
Fang Xian approached Wu Qianqian, his heart filled with tenderness at her slightly flushed cheeks and evasive eyes.
He opened his arms and gently embraced her.
Wu Qianqian's body stiffened slightly, then relaxed, leaning against him.
Fang Xian lowered his head and softly kissed Wu Qianqian's lips.
Wu Qianqian's eyes widened instantly, then slowly closed, immersed in this sudden happiness.
Her heart pounded, pounding with excitement.
Fang Xian looked at Wu Yuanyuan and Wu Qianqian's rosy cheeks, feeling quite satisfied.
The taste of saints is quite good; it's time for them to experience the joy of being mortals.
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