Zhao Qianjue's Thoughts
This Eighth-Order giant, who had dominated the Profound Nether Main City for hundreds of years, had his Dao Heart completely shattered the moment he recognized Chen Fan.
He let out a distorted scream, and his whole body suddenly transformed into a blinding streak of blood light. He frantically squeezed out the remaining Lifeblood Essence in his body, and without even glancing at the mountain-protecting formation, he tore through the Void and fled desperately towards the back of the canyon!
The thousands of Black Fiend Gate disciples below were instantly Petrification, their minds going completely blank.
Our own founding ancestor... he ran away without even taking a single blow?
Even Zhao Qianjue, who was standing beside him, stood there dumbfounded, his mouth agape, the prepared words of breaking the formation stuck in his throat.
Can you escape?
Chen Fan chuckled, the last hint of amusement in his eyes turning into eternal ice.
He took a heavy step forward.
Boom!
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of a hundred miles surged back with a roar. Chen Fan placed his right hand on the bone knife at his waist, and a vast and boundless surge of blood Qi and Blood erupted from his body. Gray and red totem lights shot into the sky, evolving into a Yin-Yang vortex of water and fire merging behind him.
Draw your sword!
Sizzle!!
The Void seemed to be sliced open at that moment.
A gray-red Blade Aura, two hundred feet long, appeared out of nowhere. Its edges were wreathed in a destructive aura of Annihilation. With overwhelming force, it slammed down on the top of the proud Ten-Thousand Fiends Subduing Demon Grand Formation Blade Aura!
Click!
The Myriad Fiends Formation, powerful enough to withstand the continuous bombardment of several Eighth-Order experts, violently twisted and deformed the moment it came into contact with the Blade Aura.
Dense cracks spread wildly from the point of impact, and after only half a breath, the entire hundred-zhang- Light Screen collapsed, turning into billions of shooting black fragments!
The blade's momentum did not diminish. After tearing apart the mountain-protecting formation, it swept across thousands of feet of Void at an incredible speed, accurately striking the Blood Fiend Escape Light, which had already fled ten miles away.
"No!"
A desperate and piercing wail erupted from the clouds.
The blood-red light dissipated, and the hundred-foot -Blade Aura swept past the neck of the Ancestor Wusha.
Puff!
Scalding blackish-red blood splattered across the sky.
A hideous, terrifying white-haired head flew into the sky. The broken, headless body remained suspended in mid-air for a moment before crashing down like a broken sack onto the ruins of the Black Fiend Gate Sect's main hall, stirring up a cloud of dust.
The world was deathly silent.
A fierce wind howled, scattering the ominous clouds and revealing a clear blue sky.
The thousands of Black Fiend Gate disciples were ashen-faced, their weapons clattering to the ground, and not one of them dared to stand up; they all collapsed to their knees.
A hundred feet away, Zhao Qianjue, the Blazing Sun Sect Master, hovered stiffly in mid-air. The inner shirt on his back was already completely soaked with cold sweat, and the wind made it feel bone-chillingly cold.
He stared intently at the headless corpse, then slowly turned his head to look at the calm-looking young man in front of him.
Zhao Qianjue swallowed hard.
He stood suspended in mid-air, his throat bobbing up and down, and it took him a long time to suppress the suffocating feeling in his chest.
That last strike was devoid of any fancy moves; it was purely and domineeringly fast and sharp.
Even if it were him, if he were locked onto by such Blade Aura head-on, his fate would not be much better than that of Old Monster Wusha.
How could this be a barbaric boy who crawled out of a mountain valley?
He is clearly a Primordial Era, ferocious god disguised as a young man!
Click.
Chen Fan casually pushed the bone knife back into its sheath at his waist.
He glanced down at the ruins below, patted off non-existent dust from his clothes, and turned to look at the middle-aged man beside him, who stood stiff as a stone statue.
"Sect Leader Zhao, what are you standing there for?" Chen Fan blinked, a harmless smile playing on his lips. "The show's over, aren't you going down to take stock of your belongings? Or are you waiting for me to treat you to lunch?"
Zhao Qianjue shuddered.
He forced a smile, immediately cupped his hands in a fist salute, and lowered his posture considerably. "Fellow Daoist Chen's divine might is unparalleled. With a single strike, you have eliminated a great calamity, truly opening my eyes to a new world."
Stop with the pleasantries.
Chen Fan waved his hand and beckoned downwards.
Below the mountain path, the short, stout priest Wang Dafu was already staring wide-eyed.
Upon seeing Chen Fan's signal, he suddenly snapped out of his daze, scrambled off his mount, and yelled in his hoarse voice.
"Fire Crow Guards! Charge! Surround this mountain gate for me! Don't let a single fly escape!"
A hundred armored cavalrymen roared in, their iron hooves crushing pools of blood, and took control of the Black Fiend Gate's major passes.
Upon seeing Zhao Qianjue's expression changed several times.
He originally had a plan: to use Chen Fan to break through the protective mountain formation, and then lead the Blazing Sun Sect Master to seize the treasury and share most of the profits.
But now, looking at that headless corpse, Zhao Qianjue's greed was instantly extinguished by cold water.
Trying to share a cake with such a monster is risky; if you reach too far, it won't just be your fingers that get chopped off.
"Disciples of the Blazing Sun Sect, heed my command!" Zhao Qianjue a deep breath and ordered sternly, "Assist our fellow disciples of the Fire Crow Tribe in sealing off the entire territory of the Black Fiend Gate. Anyone who dares to resist will be executed without mercy!"
The members of the Blazing Sun Sect immediately dispersed, wisely guarding the outer perimeter and doing odd jobs such as sealing off the area, not daring to approach the inner main hall at all.
In less than half an hour, the Black Fiend Gate's important territory was completely cleared.
Behind the inner gate, the underground gate, forged from Profound Yin Heavy Iron, was forcibly blasted open after the Formation Disk failed.
The heavy stone gate collapsed backward, releasing hundreds of years' worth of accumulated dust, along with an almost tangible surge of spiritual energy from heaven and earth.
Looking out, tens of thousands of cubic meters of neatly mined High-Grade Spirit Stones are piled up like mountains, their deep blue luster illuminating the dark Cave.
Deeper inside, thousands of extremely high-grade Baleful Spirit Fruits, dozens of boxes of Profound Essence Heavy Iron, and rows of high-level cultivation manuals sealed in cold jade boxes dazzled the eye.
The wealth accumulated by the Black Fiend Gate over hundreds of years in the south of the city was laid bare before them.
Wang Dafu stood at the warehouse door, his small eyes wide open, his fat body trembling like a sieve.
"Chief... Chief, I've never seen so many treasures in my life!" He pounced on a box of Red Essence Copper Marrow, almost drooling.
Chen Fan casually picked up a Yin Fiend Essence the size of a walnut, played with it between his fingertips for a couple of seconds, and then tossed it back into the box with some disdain.
"It's alright, just enough for a few full meals."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Qianjue, who was standing to the side, twitched violently at the corner of his eye.
Such a foundation, enough to support a sect's extravagant spending for a hundred years, is actually worth only "a few full meals" in this young man's mouth?
Zhao Qianjue a deep breath, stepped forward, and solemnly took out a gold-plated jade token from his pocket, handing it to Chen Fan.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, we previously agreed that after the formation is broken, the spiritual herbs and cultivation techniques would belong to the Blazing Sun Sect, while the mineral veins and territory would belong to the Fire Crow Tribe."
Zhao Qianjue's gaze swept over the treasures, and he gritted his teeth, saying decisively, "But this battle was entirely won by your strength, Fellow Daoist. If I were to shamelessly take half, I fear I would be ridiculed by all the fellow cultivators in the world. All the reserves in this treasury will be given to the Blazing Sun Sect Fire Crow Tribe without taking a single penny!"