Would You Join My Sect?

At this moment, Chen Nan was facing the greatest crisis since his resurrection. After killing a powerful young noble in the Great Jin Kingdom, he had been besieged by the army. Worse still, he had reversed his Profound Art. One misstep, and he would perish utterly.

"Like father, like son. Your son was steeped in evil and guilty of countless atrocities. As his father, you're clearly no better. Come on, then. Today, Chen will begin a slaughter."

Facing the army surrounding him, Chen Nan showed not the slightest fear. His long hair stirred without wind, and two black beams shot from his eyes. The demonic qi swirling around him seemed to solidify, forming a suit of demonic armor around his body.

Fang Xuan's sudden appearance caught everyone off guard. The middle-aged general's eyes brimmed with cruelty. "There's actually an accomplice. Attack! Tear them to pieces!"

The two thousand cavalrymen were well trained, and they did not fall into disorder upon receiving the command. Five hundred horses charged from the east toward Fang Xuan first, while another five hundred rushed from the west at Chen Nan. The other two directions followed a few steps later. The four sides took turns charging, trapping them in an endless barrage of spear thrusts.

The sight made the surrounding onlookers shake their heads and sigh. How could just two people stand against an army of two thousand? They could already imagine the miserable state those two would soon be in.

Fang Xuan ignored the army drawing ever closer and instead turned his gaze toward Chen Nan.

At this moment, Fang Xuan's reversed Profound Art caused demonic qi to surge from his entire body. Yet his left hand tightly shielded Chen Xi in his arms, covering her eyes so that she would not witness this cruel