His voice was heavy.
Chen Yan was dead, and he wasn't happy about it.
He was only dissatisfied that Chen Yan had interfered with his plans.
Chen Yan was a treasure of the Human Race, perhaps its next God in the coming era.
He could also take over if Chen Fazhen failed.
But he shouldn't have been involved in this human calamity.
Countless Formation Patterns burst from Chen Fazhen's body.
"Damn it!"
He cursed angrily, then looked at the Emperor Fruit again.
"I can only win. I cannot lose!"
He turned and left. When he was ten thousand li from the Saint Breaking Tree in the Evil Realm, he swept out one hand.
Countless Formation Patterns appeared, shrouding the Saint Breaking Tree.
From the outside, no one could even see the Saint Breaking Tree.
"I won't make a mistake."
Chen Fazhen lifted his head and sighed.
"I'm the only one in the world who knows where this tree is. This is a mission meant for me alone."
He took a step forward, but it felt heavy. Then he crossed the Malice Sea.
Until, at last, he saw Lord Xia.
Lord Xia stood in the void, his imposing presence like an emperor holding court, and met Chen Fazhen's gaze.
A trace of anger showed in Chen Fazhen's eyes. A moment later, he spoke.
"Does Lord Xia know where Chen Yan is?"
Lord Xia frowned but didn't answer.
"Lord Xia!"
Chen Fazhen suddenly berated him.
"You had the chance to turn him from his path, but time and again you chose to let him be!
And now look what's happened!"
Chen Fazhen had never been this furious in front of Lord Xia. Now, though, rage consumed him.
"Chen Yan may already be dead. And you're the one to thank for it!"
Lord