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Reject this battle?

Turn around and run?

If that was the case, he, who had just defeated Ximen Qiuhua and had just gathered an invincible aura, would become a joke.

It was a huge blow to his drive, mentality, and fighting spirit. This was also Qin Qianqiu’s goal. He wanted to find an opponent who had not exceeded the five realms but made it difficult for An Le to resist.

He created a situation that made it difficult for Madam Hua, Zhao Huangting, and the other experts to attack. It was also difficult for An Le to retreat.

Once they fought, An Le had a high chance of losing.

If An Le really lost, his invincible aura would collapse and he would die as soon as he stepped onto the legendary path.

West Lake, on the long embankment.

The scholars and ink merchants walked non-stop. Many of them saw An Le, but the atmosphere at that moment was somewhat condensed. The killing intent intertwined in the air and the aura of collision made even non-cultivators feel waves of oppression. They were afraid and did not dare to approach.

The long dike seemed to have been cleared in an instant.

Only An Le, who was dressed in white, was left holding an umbrella and looking at the burly monk standing on the carriage.

In the next moment, under the shocked gazes of many scholars, the monk pulled out the burning iron rod on his back and his Qi Blood bloomed. Countless raindrops that fell were actually poured back into the sky by the aura he emitted.

On the long dike, the monk dragged his long rod. With every heavy step, the limestone road on the long dike would explode.

In an instant, the monk instantly turned into a thug and seemed to have gone crazy. He swung the fire stick horizontally, raising a suppressed and low whimpering wind that smashed towards An Le’s neck!

The sound of air being torn apart instantly resounded. A few figures rushed over quickly and floated in midair. Their robes fluttered as they looked from afar.

Li You’an placed his hands behind his back and narrowed his eyes slightly. He stepped on a willow branch and looked at the battle that had suddenly erupted on the long dike.

“The Demon Subduing Monk of Lotus Flower Temple.”

Li You’an whispered.

He originally wanted to bring An Le to a place, but he did not expect Monk Fakong to come and fight An Le before he could bring him away.

Since An Le wanted to cultivate an invincible aura and walk the legendary path, Li You’an naturally couldn’t force An Le away at this moment.

Moreover, he felt battle intent from An Le. Facing Monk Fakong, who was at the fifth realm of Body Tempering, An Le did not retreat or fear at all. He even had a faint seething battle intent.

Therefore, Li You’an wanted to see if An Le could create a miracle.

If An Le could defeat Monk Fakong, this so-called gathering invincible aura and walking the legendary path would no longer be empty talk.

The old man of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, Zhao Huangting, and Madam Hua of the Lin Residence sensed the situation and quickly rushed over. They did not do anything and watched from afar.

At that moment, many cultivators in Lin’an Prefecture looked over.

Compared to the battle between An Le and Ximen Qiuhua, this battle was the true test for him, and it was a life and death test.

After all, this was not a battle of the Little Sacred Ranking. If he lost and died, the Little Sacred Token would not spill its energy to save An Le’s life. This was a battle that forced An Le into a desperate situation.

The spring rain was hazy, enveloping the world.

Early in the morning, there was a commotion in West Lake. From the flower boat on the lake, figures walked out one after another and stood on the deck. It was abnormal. It was not the people on the embankment looking at the flower boat, but the people on the flower boat looking at the embankment.

Fairy Yun Rou walked out with the zither on her back. Wearing a veil, she frowned slightly as she looked at the battle on the embankment.

The killing intent that erupted from the monk’s body was truly moving.

Although he had not entered the Little Sacred Ranking, Monk Fakong was naturally extraordinary as the disciple of Holy Monk Duhai, who was ranked third on the Demon Subduing Ranking.

Perhaps it would really break An Le’s invincible aura and completely destroy his confidence.

Compared to the scholars who were watching the commotion, only true cultivators would know how important such a battle was to An Le!

If he won, he would advance rapidly and gather an invincible aura that could charge into the top ten of the Little Sacred Ranking.

If he lost, his morale would be destroyed, and his fighting spirit would be reduced. It was even possible that he would not be able to recover.

Therefore, everyone who was paying attention to this battle tensed up.

Sensing the overwhelming aura, An Le’s white clothes instantly fluttered in the face of Monk Fakong, who was swinging the burning iron rod.

A Connate pressure pressed down like a mountain.

The pressure of the fifth realm was released by Monk Fakong. He wanted to suppress An Le with his might so that he could not retaliate at all. In an instant, his rod struck.

The fifth realm of Body Tempering suppressed the third realm. It had a natural advantage on the level, which was the pressure from a higher realm.

The cultivation method Monk Fakong cultivated was the top Body Tempering technique of the Lotus Flower Temple. It was definitely not weak in terms of grade. Moreover, he had long developed Mystic Intent and had stepped into the Connate Realm. The Connate Force in his body was far from what An Le, who was only at the third realm of Body Tempering, could compare to.

An Le tapped the ground with the tip of his foot and took a step back. The oil-paper umbrella was instantly swept by the strong wind of the iron rod. The umbrella stem exploded, and the umbrella’s wide surface was cut into pieces!

He floated on the limestone floor in the form of an immortal crane and slid back a few meters without leaving a mark.

The sword cry at his waist exploded, and the Ink Pool Sword instantly flashed out, turning into a sword light that slashed at Monk Fakong at an extremely fast speed. The Ink Pool Sword was difficult to find as if it had fused into the rain.

Only a faint shadow flashed past. Monk Fakong swept the iron rod in the air and there was a crisp sound.

The Ink Pool Sword collided with the iron rod. The sword qi and Qi Blood collided, producing resplendent flames..