Everyone froze. Then their expressions changed drastically. That sword's cry was all too familiar!
"Chen Fan!" Bai Yue's eyes widened. She turned around in disbelief.
A figure appeared on the distant horizon, holding a long sword and stepping through the air. His body blurred like a drop of ink falling into clear water.
"Impossible! This can't be!" Du Yuan roared, but he couldn't hide his shock. He had even forgotten to take the Foundation Cultivation Pill in his hand, crushing it into powder instead.
Yang Yunpo's eyes were filled with astonishment, too. Half the thunder power of the Thunder Sound Golden Wheel, all the water-aspected True Essence Power in Du Yuan's body, and the Thunder Giant Flood Dragon's immortal art—they still hadn't managed to trade for the life of a mere Qi Refining Ninth Layer cultivator.
Even Yang Feng, powerful as a Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivator, could not remain calm. Shock was plain in his eyes. As he watched Chen Fan step through the air, sending ripples outward, a cold glint finally appeared in his gaze.
"This boy cannot be allowed to live." Yang Feng had finally sensed a threat from Chen Fan.
"Three Flowers Gathering at Crown Talisman!" Liu Ziming narrowed his eyes slightly. He spotted a flash of red above Chen Fan's head: the Three Flowers had gathered at his crown, replenishing his essence, energy, and spirit at a frantic pace.
The Heavy Sword Peak disciples could no longer hold back. Chen Fan's appearance had shattered their understanding of strength. At that moment, the disciples who had always admired him stopped caring about anything else and cheered aloud.
"Senior Martial Brother Chen, fight! I'll stand with you!" one disciple shouted, his voice trembling with excitement.
"I'll fight, too! We'll carve out a path to ascension for ourselves!"