Revenge

"They ripped off the Myriad Sword Pavilion and the Wild Lion Valley."

Chen Fan waved his hand, his expression returning to its usual composure, and gave the instructions in a low voice.

"The families of the two brothers who died in battle will receive the highest level of compensation, and the tribe will support their elderly and young until their deaths. The remaining spirit stones and sword pills will all be distributed so that the young men in the village can temper their bodies and build a solid foundation as soon as possible."

Wang Dafu's eyes reddened, and he nodded emphatically.

"Don't worry, Brother Fan, not a single spirit stone will be lost!"

Chen Fan patted his shoulder, looked up at the due north direction, and his eyes were slightly cold.

"Dafu, keep an eye on the house. After I settle this last mess, we'll go for drinks at the new mine."

After saying that, Chen Fan stomped his feet on the ground, his figure transforming into a dazzling rainbow that tore through the Firmament and headed straight for the Black Wind Spirit Vein, eight hundred miles away!

Black Wind Mountains, where fierce winds howl.

This is a top-grade spirit mine spanning hundreds of miles. After the Black Fiend Gate was destroyed, the Iron Armor Sect colluded with the remnants of Red Rock City to brazenly occupy this place.

Inside the mining area, hundreds of thirty-foot-tall Dark Iron War Puppets stood in solemn formation, while countless Mine Slaves, lashed by leather whips and dressed in rags, numbly carried crates of glowing Red Essence Copper Marrow onto transport Flying Boat.

In the center of a towering black camp, Jin Kui, the general of Red Rock City, stood shirtless, his hand on his heavy sword, coldly watching the distant mine.

"Move it quickly! Drain this vein completely within three days! The remnants of the Fire Crow Tribe are barely able to protect themselves; even if they survive, they won't dare come here to their deaths!"

Before the words were even finished, a thunderclap suddenly roared from the heavens, tearing through the sky!

A violent wind pressure, like a landslide and a tsunami, poured down from the depths of the clouds, cracking the hard black iron stone ground inch by inch, and the leaden clouds in the sky were directly cleaved in two by a gray-red blade of light that was three hundred feet long!

"You scoundrels from Red Rock City, your Grandpa Chen is here to collect the debts!"

With a clear, playful laugh from a young boy, the blade struck down with a thunderous roar!

Boom!!

The seemingly indestructible iron camp's defensive array shattered like paper the moment the blade touched it. The massive Blade Aura, dozens of feet wide, swept through the enemy like a whirlwind, instantly turning the main gate and the eight Dark Iron War Puppets on either side into a rain of iron fragments!

The ground collapsed violently, and billowing dust shot hundreds of feet into the sky.

Amidst the violent shockwave, Jin Kui tumbled and crawled out of the rubble, wildly brandishing his heavy sword, staring ahead in utter horror.

As the dust settled, a fair-skinned youth stood with one foot on a dented half of a massive black iron shield, dragging a cracked broken Broken Saber in his hand. A cold smile played on his lips as he looked down at him.

Jin Kui's blood froze instantly, and he screamed incoherently.

"Chen Fan?! You... you're not dead?!"

Chen Fan shook off the iron filings from the Broken Saber, grinned, and revealed two rows of gleaming white teeth.

"You're not all dead yet, how could I bear to die?"

"Bang!"

With trembling hands, Jin Kui, in extreme fear, violently crushed a bright red jade pendant at his waist into dust.

That was the Bloodflame Cloud-Piercing Token, the highest-ranking token in Red Rock City.

In an instant, a blinding beam of blood-red light, like a colossal pillar supporting the sky, tore through the thick gloom above the Black Wind Mountains, carrying an extremely shrill whistling sound as it pierced the clouds for thousands of miles!

Jin Kui collapsed to the ground, his teeth chattering, staring intently at the fair-skinned young man before him.

As long as the three patriarchs see the blood message, they can fly through the Void with all their might and arrive here within a hundred breaths!

To Jin Kui's surprise, Chen Fan did not try to stop him at all.

The boy didn't even lift his sword. He stood with one foot on the massive black iron shield that was deeply embedded in the mud, his gaze sweeping over the overturned fruit plate in front of the nearby tent.

Chen Fan bent down and picked up a Crimson Red Spirit Fruit that was covered in dust. He casually wiped it on his white robe, took a big bite, and the sweet and sour juice overflowed.

"You're quite skilled at sending signals, it's just that your bald head isn't bright enough."

As Chen Fan chewed on the spiritual fruit, he looked down with a smile at Jin Kui, who was curled up in the pile of rubble.

"But let me remind you, next time you send out a distress signal, remember to use more True Essence, lest those three old folks get lost halfway and leave me waiting here in vain."

Jin Kui gulped, cold sweat dripping down his chin and splattering onto the gravel.

Madman!

This kid clearly knows that the three patriarchs are stationed in Red Rock City, hundreds of miles away, yet he still dares to let me ask for help?!

In the distance, hundreds of Mine Slaves, who had been numbly awaiting death, huddled behind the mine carts, watching this scene with trepidation.

They were dressed in rags, their bodies covered in whip marks, and their eyes were filled with terror as they looked at the seemingly frail boy.

Chen Fan swallowed the fruit, his gaze sweeping over the trembling old and weak Mine Slaves. The mockery in his eyes faded, replaced by a gentle expression.

He spat out the fruit pits, then casually flicked the remaining half-basket of spirit fruits with his toe, sending them steadily flying to the feet of the group of Mine Slaves.

"Alright, stop trembling. Let's find a sturdy mine cave to hide in."

The boy waved his hand, his tone as casual as if he were greeting a neighbor.

"It'll be too loud later, don't get yourselves splattered with blood."

The Mine Slaves were stunned for a moment, then, led by several old miners, they scrambled and crawled into the deeper mine shafts.

A few dozen breaths passed in the blink of an eye.

The calm sky suddenly began to convulse violently!

Rumble!!

The sky stretching for eight hundred miles over the Black Wind Mountains was suddenly crushed by three intense and violent air pressures!

The gale suddenly stopped, and countless pebbles on the ground were suspended in mid-air, defying all logic, before being crushed into powder.

"You little beast! The Three-Aspect Heaven-Burning True Fire couldn't even burn you to ashes?!"

With a sinister and furious roar, three huge black cracks were torn open in the crimson sky.

The Redfire Old Monster was enveloped in dark red magma flowing all over the sky, the Mountain-Shaking Venerable's figure was as heavy as a ten-thousand-foot-tall Xuan Peak, and the Wind-Splitting Swordsman stood in the midst of Ten Thousand Dao storms and waves.

The three Eighth-Order Peak ancestors of Red Rock City have descended in their true forms!

Three powerful, abyss-like divine Divine Thought locked onto Chen Fan. When they saw that the young man not only had intact limbs, but also that his Qi and Blood were several times more concentrated and robust than they had been half a month ago, an incredulous look of horror flashed deep in the eyes of the three old monsters.

That's the Three-Aspect Heaven-Burning Cauldron passed down through our sect!

Even a fully-fledged Eighth-Order physical body would be completely destroyed if it were trapped inside. What kind of freak is this kid?!

"Having barely escaped with your worthless life, instead of slinking back to the Southern Great Wilderness with your tail between your legs, you dare to come here to die!"

The Redfire Old Monster's eyes flashed with ferocity, and his face contorted into a hideous grimace.

"This time, I will tear out your tendons, peel off your skin, and imprison your Divine Soul in the earth's fire for ten thousand years!"

"You old bastard, you talk too much nonsense."

Chen Fan chuckled and clapped the fruit crumbs off his hands.

He slowly pulled the Broken Saber from the ground. His playful expression vanished the moment he looked up, replaced by a chilling, deathly aura deep in his eyes.

"Two weeks ago, you three old dogs burned half of my body."

The young man rose into the air, his white robes fluttering, his voice calm and detached, yet it drowned out the thunder in the sky.

"We'll pay this debt with our lives."