Chen Fan Was Angry

Inside the valley, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The powerful Qi and Blood and golden divine light surging around Chen Fan due to his breakthrough all receded and returned to his body the moment he saw the Demonic Qi image in the sky.

Instead, there was a deathly stillness and coldness that made even the heavens and earth pale in comparison.

All the light within him vanished.

Those eyes, which had just been gleaming with brilliant golden light, vanished, transforming into two bottomless black holes that devoured all light and hope.

In the next instant, Chen Fan's figure swayed slightly, and his whole body transformed into a golden divine rainbow that pierced through the heavens and earth. With a violent momentum that was almost tearing the Void apart, he charged fiercely toward the direction of the Burial Demon Abyss that the Mozi Sha had announced!

Wherever the divine rainbow passed, space shattered inch by inch, leaving a long, dark crack that could not be healed for a long time.

Burial Demon Abyss.

A massive Abyss, seemingly cleaved open by an ancient god or demon's sword, is shrouded in gray-black mist year-round, exuding an aura of decay and misfortune.

At this moment, the edge of the Abyss was filled with figures.

Mozi Sha stood with his hands behind his back, his black-gold pupils gazing indifferently at the distant horizon. Behind him, three Alien Races Experts, whose auras were as vast as the Abyss and who had already stepped into the Nine-Turn Bone Tempering Realm, stood in a row with eight equally powerful and domineering Eighth-Turn Prodigies.

These eleven people formed a death line that could instill despair in anyone.

Before them, a massive cage made of pure Demonic Qi floated silently.

Thick black chains pierced through the collarbones of Shen Xuan, Wei Yan, Ling Feng, and others, pinning them firmly to the rack. Crimson blood dripped continuously down the chains, only to be swallowed by the surging Demonic Qi below, leaving not even a trace of bloody scent.

"Buzz!"

The space trembled violently, and a golden Stream of Light arrived in an instant, stopping abruptly a hundred meters away, revealing Chen Fan's youthful yet expressionless face.

As soon as he appeared, undisguised mocking laughter erupted from the eight Alien Races Prodigies at the peak of the eighth Eighth-Turn.

One of the Dark Winged Demon Race Prodigies, with bat wings on his back, pointed his sharp claws at Chen Fan and laughed arrogantly, "This snot-nosed brat! He actually dares to come here alone to die!"

"Idiot! Absolutely idiotic!"

"Chen Fan! Run! This is a trap!"

Inside the cage, Shen Xuan, whose aura was extremely weak, saw Chen Fan alone and his eyes widened in fury. He roared with all his might.

"Don't worry about us! As long as you live, there is hope for Human Race! Go!"

"Pah! Boss! Run!"

Tuo Bashan abruptly looked up, his face covered in blood, his eyes bloodshot, and he roared hoarsely, "Smash these pieces of trash into pieces! Stop your damn whining!"

Wei Yan and Ling Feng were also filled with despair and anxiety, struggling frantically, causing the chains to rattle, but to no avail.

Chen Fan's gaze finally moved.

He bypassed the clamoring Alien Races and ignored the three terrifying Ninth-Turn experts, simply landing quietly in the cage, on those familiar yet pained faces.

A barely perceptible ripple finally appeared in those Abyss- like eyes.

Then, Chen Fan spoke calmly.

"What's all the noise about?"

"Wait for me, I'll take you home."

The moment the words left his mouth.

Chen Fan moved.

His figure seemed to merge into the Void, and in a flash, he appeared like a ghost in front of the Dark Winged Demon Race Prodigies who was laughing the wildest and shouting the loudest.

"You..."

The wild laughter on the face of the Dark Winged Demon Race Prodigies froze instantly, his pupils contracted sharply, and the shadow of death, like seawater, instantly engulfed his Divine Soul.

He didn't even have time to react, not even a single thought could arise in his mind.

A fist had already gently pressed against his chest.

The Nine Nether Demon Body, which the Dark Winged Demon Race's Prodigies was so proud of, along with the top-tier protective magic treasure on his body, his Divine Soul, and the Origin Dao Seed he had painstakingly cultivated...

They were all silently annihilated by that one punch.

As if wiped from the world by an invisible hand, his entire being instantly decomposed from the inside out, turning into the purest energy points, which were then naturally absorbed by Chen Fan's body, just like breathing.

In an instant.

The entire Burial Demon Abyss was plunged into absolute silence.

Whether it was Shen Xuan and the others roaring in the cage, or the seven Eighth-Turn and three Ninth-Turn Alien Races Prodigies, or even the Mozi Sha who had been observing indifferently, their pupils constricted slightly at this moment.

Chen Fan slowly withdrew his fist, as if he were merely brushing off a tiny speck of dust.

He raised his cold, ruthless eyes and slowly swept them over the remaining seven peak Eighth-Turn experts and three Ninth-Turn powerhouses.

He spoke softly.

"Next."

Who's coming?

The Bull Demon Clan Prodigies, clad in ancient bronze Battle Armor and possessing the most powerful aura among the three Ninth-Turn experts, had his pupils contract sharply.

He stared intently at the child who calmly withdrew his fist, his heart feeling as if gripped by an invisible hand, his breath catching in his throat.

Something's not right.

Something's very wrong!

He sensed an extreme danger emanating from that child, a danger that could threaten his life!

This completely overturned his understanding of the Bone Tempering Realm power system. How could someone at the Eighth-Turn, even if they were ninth on the Bone Tempering Rankings, possibly...?

"Oh..."

A sudden, soft laugh broke the deathly silence of the Burial Demon Abyss.

Instead of being alarmed or enraged by the death of his subordinate, Mozi Sha gently clapped his hands.

His dark gold eyes held no anger, but rather burned with excitement and admiration.

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

He seemed to be watching a perfect play, praising, "No wonder he can reach ninth place on the Bone Tempering Rankings with only Eighth-Turn. This strength, this killing intent, are truly works of art."

His tone shifted abruptly, his mocking gaze sweeping over Chen Fan before turning icy cold, like Siberia chill.

"However, no matter how spectacular a desperate struggle may be, it will eventually come to an end. I had intended to savor your despair and helplessness a little longer, but now I've changed my mind."

Mozi Sha slowly raised his hand and casually waved it as if shooing away a fly.

"Let's go together."

"Give him a dignified death."

The moment the order was given, the remaining seven peak Eighth-Turn cultivators and three Ninth-Turn Prodigies were jolted awake from their extreme shock.

The humiliation of being instantly killed by a child, and the greed for that vast Origin Source of power, instantly overwhelmed the fear that was growing deep inside.

"Roar!"

Ten world-destroying auras erupted with a deafening roar!

Demonic Qi, blood energy, lightning, death energy... ten completely different top-level Origin Source forces soared into the sky without reservation at this moment, intertwining and merging in the high heavens, and finally transforming into an energy torrent powerful enough to return this world to chaos, carrying the will to annihilate everything, and fiercely sweeping towards Chen Fan!