The chilling sword aura mercilessly carved through the spider's body, almost instantly reducing it to countless bloody fragments that splattered across the depths of the mountain forest.
Ye Fan watched the boy carrying a sword as he emerged from the rain of blood, his pupils contracting slightly.
"How is this possible..."
Ye Fan had sensed it long ago. There was not the slightest trace of a divine realm or forbidden realm on young Zhou Ping, nor did he possess any Mental Power. He was completely ordinary. Deep down, Ye Fan had wondered why Uncle Shang valued this child so highly... There was simply nothing about the boy that suggested he could become one of humanity's brightest stars.
Yet the scene before him—whether it was that beating glass heart or the terrifying sword aura that had instantly killed a "Chuan"—had completely surpassed his understanding!
What exactly was that heart...?
Thump—thump—thump!!
The powerful heartbeat echoed beneath the deathly silent night sky like a war drum. As the boy staggered forward, the glass heart exposed to the air was gradually covered by flesh and blood.
After the boy had taken ten steps, the heart had already returned to his body, and the echoing heartbeat vanished without a trace.
But the chilling sword aura filling heaven and earth still poured from the boy's palm!
"Who's there?"
Young Zhou Ping's eyes were tightly shut, crimson blood streaming from his eye sockets. He warily faced Ye Fan's direction, the fingers gripping his sword pale and trembling.
Feeling the sharp sword aura rushing toward him, Ye Fan's expression shifted slightly. Though this aura posed almost no threat to him, if this was young Zhou Ping's starting point, just how terrifying would his future become?
"I mean you no harm." Ye Fan looked at him. "I'm here to