In the marketplace, several rogue cultivators had long relied on the fearsome reputation of Old Demon Bei Zhuo. They had always run rampant, throwing their weight around and turning the marketplace into a complete cesspool.
At that moment, they were strolling lazily down the street, fully convinced that this place was their own personal paradise.
They never imagined that someone would dare attack them so brazenly in broad daylight, right on the marketplace's main street.
The sudden turn of events left them rooted to the spot, their faces filled with disbelief.
Su Fan seized the opportunity, taking one step forward and shooting toward them as swiftly as lightning.
In an instant, the air seemed to be cleaved apart by a sharp blade, giving off a hissing sound.
The sinister beast claw in his hand glinted coldly beneath the sunlight, resembling a Fierce Beast ready to devour a person.
With a swish, the beast claw swept out, wrapped in a fierce gale. Wherever it passed, the air twisted violently.
Two rogue cultivators failed to dodge in time and were severed at the waist by that terrifying force.
Their bodies crashed to the ground like puppets with their strings cut. Four sections of corpses lay sprawled across the earth, their bright-red entrails spilling everywhere as the stench of blood instantly filled the air.
After Su Fan succeeded with one strike, he turned with the momentum and kicked out with his right leg like a black bolt of lightning. It struck one rogue cultivator squarely in the waist, bringing with it a whooshing gust of wind.
With a crisp crack, like an old tree snapped by a violent gale, that rogue cultivator's body suddenly bent at an eerie ninety-degree angle before crashing heavily to the ground, his fate unknown.
Su Fan's monstrous physical