Settling the Score
Bai Wuhen stroked his beard and sneered, the sword light flickering at his fingertips.
"Break through the formation and slaughter them! Dig up that little bastard's corpse, grind his bones to dust, and let this honor uphold the prestige of all factions in our main city!"
Dozens of elites from both factions roared in unison, their fighting spirit soaring.
Just as the protective array runes emitted their final, creaking sound under the strain, the three-foot-thick iron gate was slowly pushed open from the inside.
Squeak!!
The ear-piercing friction sound shattered the deafening roar of the crowd.
The noisy mountain wilderness fell eerily silent for a moment.
At the end of the stone steps, the dust had settled.
A thin young man dressed in loose linen robes slowly walked down the stone steps, dragging a cracked, broken Broken Saber in one hand.
The boy had a fair complexion, with half a blade of grass between his teeth. His eyes were clear and bright, without a trace of impurity. He even raised his hand and waved perfunctorily at the two people in the sky.
"Are you calling back the soul so early in the morning? Does having a loud voice mean you get an extra two taels of silver?"
The world was deathly silent.
The ferocious Battle Formation roaring from the Wild Lion Valley suddenly froze, and dozens of cultivators stared wide-eyed as if they had been choked.
"Chen... Chen Fan?!"
Shi Meng gasped, his eyelids twitched wildly, and he stumbled back half a step.
Half a month ago, during the battle at Red Rock City, three Eighth-Order Peak ancestors used fragments of divine array scrolls to force him into the earth's veins. The news had already spread throughout all the major powers. How could he still be alive?!
"What's the panic!" Bai Wuhen's eyes darkened, his Divine Thought sweeping over Chen Fan like sharp thorns, and he shouted sharply, "His physical body has just recovered from its injuries, and his Qi and Blood are only on the surface. This is the last gasp of his Golden Core before he dies! The backlash from the Red Rock City Divine Array is incredibly powerful; he's just putting on a show to intimidate people!"
Upon hearing this, Shi Meng felt much more at ease.
Yes, under the divine array, even immortals would find it difficult to survive!
"You cunning little brat! I almost fell for your empty city ploy!"
Shi Meng grinned maliciously, then suddenly spread his arms wide, unleashing a violent, earthy-yellow aura of malevolence from his Meridians, which transformed into a phantom image of Primordial Mad Lion a hundred feet tall.
The raging lion raised its head and roared, the fierce winds causing the entire mountain to shake violently, and the rocks to crack inch by inch.
"Kneel down and submit to my execution!"
Shi Meng swooped down from the sky, his fists carrying immense force, and slammed heavily into Chen Fan's face. Where his fists passed, the air was compressed into a white sonic boom!
On the stone steps, Chen Fan stood still, without moving.
Only when those two Millstone- sized iron fists were less than three feet from his nose, and the violent wind pressure scattered the stray hairs on his forehead, did he spit out the grass stems and slowly raise his eyelids.
The stubbornness in his eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by a dark and gloomy landscape that seemed to swallow the heavens and the earth.
A final burst of energy before death?
The boy's lips twitched slightly as he murmured softly.
Boom!!
Without any warning, a gray-red Qi and Blood, ten times more powerful than a flash flood, surged from the top of Chen Fan's head!
The Qi and Blood transformed into Heavenly Wolf, piercing the Firmament and sea of clouds, forcibly tearing a huge circular hole in the leaden clouds.
Behind him, a massive Yin-Yang Life-and-Death Millstone, hundreds of feet tall, suddenly appeared. As the black and white energies circulated, the gravity of the entire world seemed to reverse in an instant!
The originally devastating Lion Fist's power vanished like a mud ox sinking into the sea the moment it crashed into the Millstone's aura, its might instantly reduced by 70%!
"What kind of monster is this?!"
The savage grin on Shi Meng's face suddenly froze, and the hairs on his body stood on end. A primal fear, originating from his very soul, surged through the top of his head like a madman.
This isn't just a case of recovering from serious injury; this is Eighth-Level Mid Stage cultivator who has been reborn after being destroyed!
"You're done? It's my turn."
Chen Fan took a step forward.
The solid Black Tortoise steps beneath their feet collapsed into dust with a deafening roar.
The young man appeared above Shi Meng's head as if by teleportation, his Broken Saber, without any fancy moves, swelled into a gray-red blade of light three hundred feet long in the wind!
Above the blade's edge, Water-Fire Totems intertwined and wailed; wherever the blade passed, even the Void emitted a piercing tearing sound.
"Mad Lion Suppresses the Sea, block them for me!"
Shi Meng Beyond the Heavens, exerting all his strength to push his innate armor to its limit, and the illusory lion of madness curled up into a golden shield.
Click!
With a deafening explosion, the massive protective shield that had withstood dozens of attacks from opponents of the same level became as thin as a cicada's wing before the Broken Saber.
As the blade struck, the shield couldn't even hold for a moment, instantly cleaved in two!
"Puff!!"
The violent Blade Aura swept across Shi Meng's chest with overwhelming force, turning his protective mirror into iron filings and shattering his ribs neatly.
Shi Meng spat out a violent jet of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, and his whole body crashed down from mid-air like a cannonball thrown by a catapult onto the open ground in front of the stronghold.
Rumble!!
The ground trembled violently, dust billowed into the sky, and a huge crater hundreds of feet deep was created, with mud from the earth's veins splashing everywhere.
The dignified Deputy Valley Master of Wild Lion Valley couldn't even withstand a single strike, and his fate is unknown!
The hundreds of cultivators from various sects present were Divine Soul, and some even dropped their weapons on the ground with a crisp sound.
"Form the formation! Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect! Kill him!"
Bai Wuhen was terrified, and his scream became shrill and distorted.
The giant sword beneath him soared into the sky, and seven Formation Flags simultaneously flew out of his Storage Ring, piercing into various parts of the Void.
Hundreds of the Myriad Sword Pavilion frantically poured in their True Qi. In an instant, countless azure spiritual swords converged into a vast river of Sword Qi, dozens of feet wide, carrying a sharp and piercing killing intent, and poured towards Chen Fan like a tidal wave!
Wherever the sword river went, countless fine white cracks were cut into the Void.
"Playing with swords? Your lousy formation isn't even a hair's breadth better than the Red Rock City's divine formation."
Chen Fan didn't even swing the Broken Saber. He clenched his left fist at his waist, slightly bent his body, and then fiercely threw a straight punch into the sky!
Thump!
The Void was like a broken gong that had been smashed by a giant hammer, producing a deafening roar.
Pure physical strength, imbued with the agonizing intent of the millstone of Life-and-Death Millstone, transformed into a gray-white pillar of fist energy that shot upwards against the heavens.
There was absolutely no suspense.
That mighty sword river, which was said to be able to annihilate Eighth-Order Late Stage cultivator, shattered inch by inch the moment it collided with the fist light. Countless flying swords let out mournful cries and were directly shattered into countless scrap metal fragments by pure brute force, which rained down on the mountains and forests like a torrential downpour!
My natal spirit sword!
Bai Wuhen spat out a mouthful of blood, his Sea of Consciousness suffering excruciating pain from the backlash.
Before he could use his escape technique, the light above his head went out.
The boy had somehow crossed a hundred feet of Void, standing atop his head, his feet Void in the air.
Chen Fan looked down at him, a hint of mocking coldness in his eyes.
"You killed two of my Fire Crow Tribe brothers and took over three of my shops, and that's all you've got?"
Bang!
Chen Fan's right leg swept out like a steel whip, causing the air to explode.
The arm armor that Bai Wuhen had hastily erected instantly shattered into powder, and his arm bones twisted and broke at a bizarre ninety-degree angle.
The old man let out a shrill scream and plummeted straight down from the sky, crashing heavily onto the open ground in front of the mountain gate. He carved a furrow dozens of feet long into the bluestone-paved square, coughing up blood, and could no longer get up.