With a painful cry, he stumbled backwards and fell to the ground. His wrists felt limp, and it was evident that both were broken.

　　When Tibetan monk Spiritual Master saw Fang Yichen defeat two opponents in a row, he let out a loud roar and lunged forward. He was tall, with hands resembling small fans, faintly emanating a dark aura.

　　Fang Yichen shouted: “well done!”

　　As he spoke, he stepped forward with his left foot, slightly bent his knees, stretched out his right leg, and threw punches to meet the opponent’s palms.

　　Their fists collided, producing a clang like that of gold and iron. A wave of energy spread out, rustling their clothes and stirring up snow and dust on the ground.

　　Fang Yichen retreated three steps before stabilizing his posture, while the towering figure of Fan Monk Lingzhi somersaulted backward, landing three zhang away.

　　His large body stumbled back several more steps before finally halting, nearly falling to the ground.

　　The Tibetan monk Spiritual Master’s face turned red from the surge of blood, his hands trembling behind his back, as if on the verge of spitting blood.

　　Fang Yichen raised his fist, noticing the black aura dissipating slowly. He sneered and said:

　　“Thieving monk, trying to harm me with your poisonous palm technique? Too bad I’m immune to all poisons!”

　　After obtaining the precious snake, he entered the space and drank plenty of its blood, enhancing his strength and immunity to toxins.

　　The snake blood is packed with immense energy. Even though Fang Yichen hasn’t trained in any internal martial arts, his body is incredibly strong right now after undergoing “purification”.

　　While the snake blood couldn’t increase his internal energy, the immense energy it contained was fully absorbed by his body, further enhancing his strength.

　　After drinking the snake blood, Fang Yichen fed the snake many spiritual herbs to replenish its lost blood.

　　With the continuous nourishment from the century-old herbs in his spatial realm, he believed that the snake’s ability to resist toxins and enhance internal energy would be greatly improved over time.

　　Seeing the Tibetan monk Spiritual Master defeated by Fang Yichen, the remaining people knew they stood no chance and turned their gaze towards Ouyang Ke.

　　They understood that only Ouyang Ke had the possibility of subduing the young man in front of them.

　　Seeing this, Ouyang Ke smiled faintly, folded his fan, exerted force with his feet, and leaped into the air on his horse’s back.

　　Spinning like a top in mid-air, he landed two zhang away from Fang Yichen, lightly tapping his fan on his left palm, with a smile on his face.

　　Seeing Ouyang Ke personally take the field, Fang Yichen carefully sized him up. Ouyang Ke was dressed all in white, as pristine as snow, with an air of casual elegance about him.

　　He appeared to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with eyebrows that met at the temples and a handsome face. However, his deep-set eyes and high nose didn't quite resemble those of a person from the central plains. His attire and demeanor were akin to that of a wealthy prince.

　　Upon witnessing Ouyang Ke’s magnificent entrance, Fang Yichen couldn’t help but scoff, his voice dripping with sarcasm: “ Frontin!”

　　Ouyang Ke’s expression shifted slightly at the remark. Although he didn’t understand the phrase “Frontin”, the disdain in Fang Yichen’s tone was unmistakable.

　　However, he quickly suppressed his anger and put on a smile that made one want to punch him. Addressing Fang Yichen, he said loudly:

　　“This gentleman, I am Ouyang Ke of the White Camel Peak in the Western Regions”

　　“My uncle is the renowned Ouyang Feng of the Western Poison Sect. I wonder if you can do me a favor and hand over the princess. How about I owe you a favor from the White Camel Peak in return?”

　　“Hahaha! Not really!”

　　“Your so-called favor from the White Camel Peak counts for nothing! Even if your father, Ouyang Feng, were here, I wouldn’t be afraid, let alone you!”

　　“Are you out of your mind? Who do you think you are? Come on then! Let me show you what I’m made of with my Deadly Snake Fist!"

　　Fang Yichen’s words hit Ouyang Ke hard, leaving his face alternating between shades of green and white.

　　Suddenly, he unleashed his family’s superior light-footwork technique “Instant Thousand Miles”, swiftly closing in on Fang Yichen’s side. With a flick of his folding fan, he aimed at several vital points around Fang Yichen’s body.

　　Fang Yichen smirked devilishly, remarking:

　　“Little toad, I’ve been waiting for you!”

　　With a twist of his body, he managed to dodge a few strikes, though he still received a couple of hits on his chest’s vital points.

　　However, ever since cleansing and refining, his body had significantly improved in resilience.

　　Moreover, prior to the confrontation, he had donned a Kevlar military-grade bulletproof vest purchased online, the most expensive type worth over 3000 RMB.

　　Nowadays, it’s pretty chilly, but all bundled up, so don’t even know from the outside.

　　Even though he was in excruciating pain from Ouyang Ke’s steel fan strikes, the bulletproof vest offered some protection, so it wasn’t too serious. His blood still flowed smoothly.

　　Taking a few hits was tough, and it hurt a lot, but it also gave Fang Yichen the chance to strike back. Spotting an opening, he reached out and grabbed Ouyang Ke’s forearm, commanding:

　　“Stay put!”

　　The power of space surged through Fang Yichen’s body, exerting a strong force on Ouyang Ke, firmly restraining him.

　　Ouyang Ke’s face was filled with fear, looking at Fang Yichen as if he'd seen a ghost. He couldn't move a muscle, feeling like his entire body was freezing up, his thoughts slowing down significantly.

　　Of course, he wasn’t about to sit back and wait for his fate. Immediately, he mobilized his inner strength to counter the overwhelming pressure exerted on his body, attempting to break free.

　　Fang Yichen couldn’t afford to let him struggle and break away. In an instant, he made up his mind and said：

　　“Just come on in!”

　　Suddenly, Ouyang Ke was whisked away into a pocket dimension. This was the first time Fang Yichen had used his spatial abilities to capture a martial arts master.

　　At this moment, Fang Yichen had no inner strength left; he relied solely on his physical prowess, which wasn't on par with Ouyang Ke’s. Hence, he inadvertently gave Ouyang Ke an opportunity to resist.

　　Throughout their earlier skirmish, he refrained from using his spatial abilities to capture Ouyang Ke, waiting for the opportune moment when Ouyang Ke would let his guard down and walk right into his trap.

　　Because Ouyang Ke was the most skilled among them, Fang Yichen didn’t want to tip his hand too soon and risk Ouyang Ke fleeing.

　　Only after seizing Ouyang Ke and containing him in the space would Fang Yichen unleash his full spatial abilities.

　　Witnesses saw Ouyang Ke using his fan techniques to attack, then Fang Yichen grabbing his arm, leaving the two locked in a standoff, seemingly competing in a contest of inner strength.

　　But suddenly, Ouyang Ke vanished into thin air before everyone’s eyes!

　　Indeed! Incredibly, right before everyone's gaze, a living person disappeared without a trace!

　　Gone! Neither alive nor dead, with no body to be found!

　　Now, the martial arts masters present, including Huang Rong, were utterly bewildered. Seizing the moment, Fang Yichen swiftly charged towards the Tibetan monk Spiritual Master, reaching out to grab his shoulder.

　　Instinctively, the Tibetan monk Spiritual Master raised his arm to block, only to have Fang Yichen twist his wrist and grab his arm. This time, the standoff lasted only two seconds before the Tibetan monk Spiritual Master also disappeared!

　　With two formidable opponents vanishing in the midst of battle, the remaining few were left petrified, unsure whether to advance and besiege or flee for safety.