Jiang Fan shook his head and said helplessly.
"Have the two of you cultivated so hard your brains cramped up?"
"Just now, you kept insisting Chi Lie was harmed by the Zixiao Sect. Now that I, the real culprit, have come out, you don't believe it instead!"
"What exactly do you want?"
After being cursed at, Chi Feng and the other man narrowed their eyes at once.
"You're courting death!"
Although they felt the rage of being humiliated, Jiang Fan's behavior was so abnormal that, for a moment, they truly did not dare attack.
Seeing this, Jiang Fan had no patience to waste on them.
He waved his hand impatiently.
"Enough. Stop talking nonsense!"
"Chi Lie coveted the Zixiao Sect's blessed land and Spirit Spring, and I killed him for it. He deserved it!"
"I'll give you one last chance!"
"Get lost immediately!"
"Otherwise, die!"
Chi Yan already had a fiery temper. After being looked down on again and again like this, how could he endure it any longer?
"Kid, this elder will smash your mouth to pieces today and see if you can still spout such wild words!"
Before his voice had even fallen, Chi Yan's figure erupted forward, turning into a streak of crimson firelight as he flashed into the air.
At the same time, he clenched his right fist, and blazing flames condensed over it, like a miniature sun, carrying the force to burn mountains and boil seas as it smashed viciously toward Jiang Fan's face.
This punch was unleashed in Chi Yan's fury, and he had already used eighty percent of his strength. Even an ordinary early Saint Realm cultivator would be severely injured, if not killed, if they met it head-on.
Inside the formation, Yuan Pu watched with his heart pounding in fear and cried