The Fifth Hundred and Ninety-Second Chapter: Making a Move
Faced with their furious shouts, Bi Fan acted as though he hadn't heard them. He raised his hand and looked at the glowing ball of fortune energy clutched tightly in his palm, then suddenly squeezed.
Boom!
The glowing ball of fortune energy shattered in an instant. Shimmering wisps of fortune mist burst out, enveloping Bi Fan's entire body and pouring into him. The fortune mark on his forehead, which had been difficult to notice without careful observation, grew visibly distinct, tracing out a complete ring.
"Brat, you're looking for death!"
Watching Bi Fan absorb the glowing ball of fortune energy, the fat man's eyes nearly split with rage. The power of rules surged from his body, shaking the space around him. Tens of thousands of wind blades imbued with the power of rules appeared out of thin air, sealing off every direction around Bi Fan before shooting toward him.
The thin man also swept out a hand. Terrifying cold froze the air, forming a vast tide of icy energy that slammed toward Bi Fan.
Bi Fan's absorption of the Fortune Vein had enraged them. Only by paying with his life could he quell their fury.
As for Bi Fan's identity as State Lord of Qingzhou, in their eyes it was nothing but a joke.
A mere Chaos Celestial Venerable was nothing!
They looked at Bi Fan, their eyes burning with greed. To them, he was already a dead man. No matter how talented he was, he was only a Chaos Celestial Venerable and had no chance of withstanding their attacks.
Though they didn't know how Bi Fan had managed to extract the Fortune Vein they had struggled in vain to obtain, they didn't bother to wonder. They didn't need to. They