In an instant, the rubble beneath Chen Fan's feet exploded like landmines. Fragments shot toward the Phantom Lord members ahead like bullets fired from a point-blank machine gun, friction with the air producing brilliant sparks.
Everyone struck by the rubble burst into clouds of blood. Some lost legs, some lost arms, and those hit in the head lost their lives outright. Miserable screams rose all around.
The Phantom Lord members, who had been so menacing moments ago, scattered in panic like startled birds.
But Chen Fan had no intention of letting them go. With a stomp of his foot, all the rubble floated around him. His fingers brushed across the fragments, and wherever his fingertips touched them, the air rippled as though a stone had fallen into still water.
Whoosh! Streaks of fire cut through the air. Every streak was accompanied by a scream, making everyone who heard it shudder.
At last, with the final scream, the world fell silent. Chen Fan raised his head and closed his eyes. How long had it been? How long since he had gone on such a slaughter? This feeling was truly nostalgic. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
Lowering his head, Chen Fan turned his gaze toward Fairy Tail, his lingering smile still on his face. Then, suddenly, his smile froze.
Everyone in the guild who met Chen Fan's eyes unconsciously took several steps back or looked away. In any case, not a single one of them dared to look directly at him.
Chen Fan could not help feeling despair. He had long known that there might come a day when they would no longer accept him, but he had never expected that day to arrive so suddenly. His eyes gradually turned dark gray. Perhaps Chen Fan did not