Chen Fan Makes His Move

Such momentum is beyond the resistance of ordinary people.

"Fan'er, run!!"

Chen Changqing's eyes were bloodshot, and he was almost grinding his teeth to powder.

He didn't even have time to think about how Song Yan died. His protective instincts overwhelmed his fear once again. His Golden Core reversed wildly, and his meridians burst open, leaving Dao Blood. He was going to self-destruct his Golden Core and use his life to block the full force of the Nascent Soul expert's attack!

"While your father is here... your father will never let you fall into the hands of demonic cultivators!"

However, a soft, slightly cool little hand gently rested on Chen Changqing's wrist, where the veins were bulging.

A vast, warm, and vibrant life force surged into Chen Changqing's body through Chen Fan's small hand.

Chen Changqing's wildly reversing Golden Core was like a gentle ripple soothed by a god in the face of this power, instantly and gently pressed back into the depths of his Dantian.

Moreover, his meridians, which had been torn apart by the backlash, healed completely in an instant at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Dad, don't just self-destruct all the time."

Chen Fan slid down from Chen Changqing's arms and stood steadily on the ruins.

He looked up at the stench of blood pouring down from the sky, his youthful brow furrowing slightly, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.

"The sweet water that Spirit Spring Hall just brewed has been completely ruined by these filthy things."

Under Chen Changqing's horrified gaze, six-year-old Chen Fan took a step forward.

Just this one step.

Thump!

A deep, resonant heartbeat echoed through the heavens and earth.

The gale froze.

The tumbling pebbles hovered in mid-air, and the thousand-foot-long sea of blood, which was as turbulent as a tide and capable of corroding Spirit Treasures, actually stopped ten feet in front of Chen Fan, unable to advance even an inch further!

Chen Fan's small body slowly floated into the air.

Within his body, the Spirit-Sealing Seal that was originally tightly locked to maintain the fragile body of a young child suddenly unsealed a wisp of the core of his Divine Kingdom under the pure and extremely protective causal nurturing of Chen Changqing.

Of the thirty-six sealing spirits, half were shattered.

"Buzz!!"

Behind Chen Fan, there were neither the overwhelming Sword Aura of Golden Core cultivator nor the thousand-foot-tall Dharma Form of Nascent Soul expert.

There was only a gray-white Millstone phantom stretching across the Void!

Black and white intertwine, life and death are intertwined.

That was the will of a peak Middle Martial God, an ultimate divine power that traversed endless star rivers!

At this moment, the Heavenly Laws of the entire Cangwu Realm let out a mournful cry, and the sky above the Sunset Glow Main Peak was forcibly torn open by this huge Millstone, creating a vacuum chasm leading to the boundless starry sky.

"What... what is this?!"

The Blood Fiend Old Monster's maniacal laughter was abruptly cut off in his throat, and his withered old face instantly contorted into a grotesque shape.

That was a fear that came from the deepest part of Divine Soul.

Before that gray Millstone, his proud Nascent Soul cultivation seemed as insignificant as a speck of dust on the ground!

Escape!

We must escape!

Blood Fiend Old Monster's Dao Heart collapsed in an instant. He didn't even bother to retrieve his famous treasure Nine Nether Blood-Transforming Banner. He bit his tongue and was about to burn five hundred years of his lifespan to use the Blood Escape Technique.

However, Chen Fan did not give him that chance.

A six-year-old boy in white robes, suspended in Void, with an expression as indifferent as a celestial deity, slowly turned his right hand and pressed it down.

"Die."

A clear, childlike voice uttered a cold word.

The Life-and-Death Millstone, seemingly endless, was suddenly reversed!

"Snap!"

The thousand-foot sea of blood, the giant white bone hand, and the top-grade earth-rank magic treasure, the Nine Nether Blood-Transforming Banner, were crushed into nothingness by the Millstone the moment they were crushed down, like fragile Glazed Crystal or brittle paper. They couldn't even withstand half a breath before being crushed into countless dust particles of law!

The crushing force showed no signs of diminishing and pierced straight through the Firmament.

"No!! Senior, spare my life!!"

The Blood Fiend Old Monster howled mournfully, summoning the Nascent Soul he had nurtured for a thousand years within his body in an attempt to escape through the void.

But before that Martial God Dao Rhythm that transcended the limits of this world, space had already been completely sealed off.

The illusory image of the Millstone rolled over the White Bone Warship.

The hundred- White Bone Warship, silently turned to ashes.

Immediately afterwards, the Blood Fiend Old Monster's physical body and the horrified screaming Nascent Soul figure were not even given the chance to struggle. They were directly ground to dust at the core of the Millstone, turning into a wisp of the purest essence of heaven and earth, and completely dissipating into the Void!

A powerful figure in the Early Nascent Soul, the Grand Elder of the Setting Sun Demon Palace, has died and his cultivation has vanished!

The leaden clouds dissipated, the blood-red hue vanished, and the vast Firmament returned to its pristine blue.

Chen Fan withdrew his small hand, and the illusory image of the Millstone behind him quietly dissipated.

The child's body flushed slightly from the forced mobilization of a trace of divine power, but the depths of his eyes remained as still and unwavering as a deep abyss.

Dressed in white, he walked step by step through the Void back to the sky above the Spirit Spring Hall.

With a slight shift in his gaze, Chen Fan looked at Dugu Ao, the Mysterious Sword Sect Master, who was hovering not far away on his flying sword, trembling with fear and with a wet, foul odor emanating from his crotch.

Chen Fan tilted his head, his large, clear eyes sparkling, and asked in a crisp voice.

"You just said... you wanted my father to have a complete corpse?"

"Thump!"

The flying sword plummeted straight down from mid-air and embedded itself in the mud.

Dugu Ao collapsed onto the pile of rubble, his knees buckling on the ground, his forehead covered in mud mixed with blood, and his entire Golden Core Peak sword bones trembled uncontrollably.

A pungent, hot odor emanated from his crotch, but he didn't even bother to activate his True Qi.

That's Nascent Soul Ancestor!

The powerful figure of the Sunset Setting Sun Demon Palace dominated the Southern Region for two hundred years, along with his top-grade Earth-rank magic treasure and natal nascent Nascent Soul, was crushed into nothingness by this six-year-old child with a flick of his wrist!

The desolate Millstone that appeared in that instant was not a power of the human world at all!

"Senior... Senior, spare my life! Ancestor, spare my life!"

Dugu Ao screamed and howled, his forehead slamming against the hard bluestone until it was a bloody mess.

"This junior is worse than a pig or a dog! This junior has been bewitched by the Blood Fiend Old Demon... The Mysterious Sword Sect is willing to give up its entire treasury, its three spiritual veins, and its Ten-Thousand-Year Sword Tomb to Qingyun! I beg the Ancestor to spare this junior's dog life!"

Above the sky, thousands of the Mysterious Sword Sect sword cultivators had lost their courage the moment the sea of blood dissipated.

Clang!

"Clang!!"

Countless flying swords flew out of their hands and crashed down, densely hitting the remnants of the mountain-protecting formation, like a violent rain of iron.

Thousands of Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining sword cultivators knelt down in mid-air, their cries for mercy merging into a chorus of miserable howls, completely devoid of the arrogance they had displayed during their attack.

Chen Fan stepped into the Void, his small feet treading on invisible currents, walking step by step toward Dugu Ao.

He looked down at the Mysterious Sword Sect Master, who was kneeling and trembling in the mud, his expression indifferent.

Killing a peak Golden Core cultivator is as easy as snapping a finger for him.

However, if he were to kill them directly, the millions of mortal Mine Slaves under the Mysterious Sword Sect and the three spiritual veins would inevitably fall into chaos, which would be detrimental to his efforts to gather the vitality of the Cangwu Realm.

It's more worthwhile to keep it as a watchdog.

"Look up." Chen Fan's youthful voice rang out calmly.

Dugu Ao trembled violently, and he shakily raised his face, which was covered in blood and mud, not daring to meet those eyes for even a moment.

Chen Fan slowly extended a chubby, white index finger, a faint gray-white ripple of extreme energy appearing at the fingertip.

That was a Life-and-Death Dao Resonance extracted from the core of the Divine Kingdom.