Su Fan stood with his hands behind his back, his figure planted atop the lone peak like an isolated pine.
The Gang Wind swept past his sleeves, its fluttering roar carrying the silence of eternity.
It had been a long time since anyone had come to die, which made his brows furrow slightly.
Could that bounty from the Celestial Race, rich enough to drive cultivators mad, truly have frightened off those desperate men?
How could that be? The bounty issued by the Celestial Race was no small amount. Those desperate men could not possibly give up so easily.
"Kid, they came together this time..."
At that moment, Old Dragon Li Gao's intent suddenly exploded in his sea of consciousness, trembling with a hint of mockery.
A cold glint flashed through Su Fan's eyes. Just as he had expected, how could those fellows give up such a generous bounty?
However, they had learned their lesson this time and had actually come as a group to die.
It was better that they came together. That would save him the trouble.
Of course, he could no longer be as careless as he had been before.
At that thought, his figure had already leaped from the lone peak. His dark figure tore through the sky and plummeted into the lush mountain forest below.
The instant he landed, his eyes suddenly narrowed. Wisps of pitch-black demonic smoke instantly steamed from his pores. At first they were as thin as silk threads, but in the blink of an eye, they transformed into a boiling black torrent.
"Boom..."
As the demonic smoke surged wildly, Su Fan's body swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye. The grinding of his bones sounded like muffled thunder rolling past, and his Demonic Body, over a thousand zhang tall, pierced