Get Out Here
Ancestor Wusha Sha gasped for breath, his eyes filled with the panic of surviving a calamity. He dared not hesitate for a moment, and with great effort, he raised his trembling left hand and slammed it hard onto the Formation Disk at the core of the hall.
Rumble!
Nine dark pillars of light shot into the sky, and the Ten-Thousand Fiends Subduing Demon Grand Formation, hundreds of feet thick, rose up in layers, sealing off the entire Black Fiend Gate's territory like an iron-clad, dead tomb.
He intends to seal off the mountain gates, and no matter how turbulent the outside world becomes, he will not leave seclusion until he has fully cultivated his Golden Core!
And tens of thousands of feet above the Profound Nether Main City.
Zhao Qianjue had just left, rode the wind and did not return to the Blazing Sun Sect.
He looked down at the rising Black Fiend Array beneath his feet, a mocking and cruel smile slowly curving his lips.
"You've gone astray in your cultivation of secret techniques? Heh... You can fool others, but can you fool me, Zhao Qianjue?"
He extended a finger, and a faint trace of death energy, which he had secretly gleaned earlier, swirled around the fingertip.
That was the blood mist residue spat out by the Ancestor Wusha, which clearly contained extremely domineering and fierce pure fist energy!
"A dignified Eighth-Order powerhouse had his ribcage shattered by a single punch, and his Golden Core was almost destroyed... He even had to use a blood escape technique that would shorten his lifespan to escape."
Zhao Qianjue slowly turned around, his fiery red gaze fixed on the distant and desolate Southern Great Wilderness.
That was the direction from which the Blood Fiend Escape Light tore through the Void — the Blackstone Mountains.
"What extraordinary person could have emerged from that desolate wasteland to shatter that mad dog Wu Sha's Golden Core and force him to flee back to his kennel with his tail between his legs?!"
Zhao Qianjue narrowed his eyes slightly, then a smile appeared on his face, and he quickly flew towards the location of the Blackstone Mountains.
Blackstone Mountain Main Stronghold.
Several bonfires, each several meters high, roared and burned, dripping grease onto the embers with crackling sounds.
The spoils of war captured during the day were piled up into small hills, categorized by type. The heavy iron armor gleamed with a cold, hard luster under the firelight, attracting frequent glances from the barbarian guards patrolling the area.
The surrendered prisoners were incorporated into the logistics battalion and were now obediently carrying whole, roasted, golden-brown bulls around for distribution.
On the stone steps, Chen Fan sat cross-legged, holding a rough earthenware bowl in his hand, clinking bowls with several wrinkled old hunters beside him.
"Chief, I've lived for sixty years, and this is the first time I've ever seen the Black Fiend Guards get beaten to a pulp all over the mountain."
An elderly man with half a hand missing wiped the foam from his beard, his eyes red-rimmed.
"That feels great, fucking great!"
"Drink less hard liquor, or your wounds will bleed again tonight."
Chen Fan tilted his head back and drank the sour ale in his bowl, then casually tore off a golden-brown roasted lamb leg and tossed it to the old man. He then glanced at the large, hunched figure moving about not far away.
"Wang Dafu, what's that stuff in your waistband? It's hard and uncomfortable, isn't it?"
The short, stout priest suddenly froze.
He turned his head, his face crinkling with ingratiating wrinkles, and forced a dry laugh.
"My lord, you are wise. This old servant had a cold stomach, so I put two warm jade stones on my navel to warm it up..."
Without wasting words, Chen Fan flicked his fingers, sending an invisible burst of energy straight towards the fat man's belt.
Clatter
Three crimson high-level demon beast cores fell out of the torn cloth and rolled to Chen Fan's feet.
The surrounding Fire Crow Tribe veterans burst into laughter.
"Chief, this old servant is innocent! It fell in by itself, it must have fallen in when we were counting the supplies!"
The short, stout priest knelt on the ground with a thud, expertly kowtowing and admitting his mistake, while his eyes darted around in their sockets.
Chen Fan used his toe to pick up an inner core and tossed it back into the fat man's arms.
"Alright, put your stomach-warming stone away. Next time, choose a sturdy leather case to hide things in, so they don't fall to the ground after a few steps and embarrass the Fire Crow Tribe."
The short, stout priest caught the inner core, overjoyed, and immediately pressed his fat face to the ground, shouting, "Master, you are so kind! From now on, this old servant's life will be your stepping stone!"
Amidst the uproar and laughter both inside and outside the mountain stronghold.
The clouds deep in the night sky began to churn without warning.
The temperature soared within a few breaths, and the snow on the surrounding rock walls evaporated instantly, turning into thick water vapor that rose into the air.
Immediately afterwards, a strange crimson ripped through the darkness, illuminating the night sky for miles around as if it were daytime.
An extremely heavy aura descended from the sky, pressing directly down on the Blackstone Mountain Main Stronghold.
The hard Black Tortoise ground could not withstand this pressure, and starting from the outer gate, cracks the size of a thumb appeared inch by inch.
The laughter abruptly stopped.
The short, stout priest dropped the mutton skewers from his hands into the ashes with a thud, and he lay on the ground trembling.
"Eight... Eighth-Order Celestial Phenomenon! Another one?!"
The veteran hunters' expressions changed drastically; they instinctively gripped their bone knives and stood protectively in front of Chen Fan.
Chen Fan slowly put down the rough pottery bowl in his hand.
The bowl landed on the bluestone steps with a crisp tapping sound, instantly dissipating most of the heavy oppressive feeling that had been hanging over everyone's heads.
"It seems the old fogies in the main city really think this is an inn, where they can come and go as they please."
Chen Fan stood up, brushed the mud off his trousers, and the mischievousness of his youth instantly vanished, replaced by pure coldness.
He stomped his toes heavily on the stone steps.
The entire Blackstone Mountain suddenly sank by half an inch!
Chen Fan's body transformed into a long, gray-red rainbow, rising from the ground and soaring into the sky.
In mid-air, the Totem Power intertwined and swirled in his palm, transforming into a gray-red longsword a hundred feet wide. With a sharp whistling sound that tore through the Void, it slashed heavily towards the crimson sea of clouds!
"Get out here!"
The roar echoed across the surrounding area.
Above the clouds, Zhao Qianjue narrowed his eyes.
His original intention was merely to release his pressure to test the strength of the tribe and give them a warning, but he never expected that the tribe below would not utter a single word of nonsense and would immediately launch a desperate and ferocious killing move!
"How dare you!"
Zhao Qianjue let out a cold snort in haste, and the nine illusory red suns floating around him started to rotate simultaneously. He pushed his hands forward, and an incomparably thick wall of crimson flames was pushed out horizontally in the air.
The Blade Aura and the wall of fire collided solidly in the Void.
Boom!
A blinding burst of light suddenly exploded between heaven and earth.
The violent shockwave swept wildly in all directions in a ring shape, instantly shattering the clouds over dozens of surrounding mountains, sending rocks flying, and creating a sound that could be heard for miles around.
The crimson wall of fire crumbled under the cutting light of the gray-red blades, turning into a rain of fire that poured down from the sky.
In the Void, Zhao Qianjue's body trembled violently. He took three steps in the Void, each step shattering a piece of air as he landed, barely managing to steady himself.
His hands, hanging in his sleeves, felt slightly numb, and a feeling of stagnation surged in his chest.
Pure force, without any fancy moves, yet terrifyingly heavy!
Zhao Qianjue stared intently at the Void several hundred feet ahead.
There, a handsome young man in a black robe and short jacket stood in mid-air. Although the long sword in his hand had disappeared, the gray Qi and Blood surging around his body showed no signs of weakening, and he was ready to strike.