Yang Feng was utterly shocked by Chen Fan's words. He guessed that Chen Fan had already seen through his weakened cultivation, and a trace of fear crept into his heart.
"You... what are you trying to do?" Yang Feng's voice lacked conviction, but he still put on a stern face. "Chen Fan, I was once your grandmaster, after all. Are you going to show me such disrespect now?"
Chen Fan stood there in silence, watching him coldly.
"Chen Fan, don't bring this upon yourself. Don't leave behind a bad name and let the whole world accuse you of killing your master and betraying your ancestors." Yang Feng took a small step back and said gravely, "Besides, you've already obtained the Purple Sha. I accept my loss and won't pursue the matter. From now on, we'll leave each other alone."
"What about the people from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?" Chen Fan shook his head and asked indifferently.
"They went down the mountain. It seemed they had some sort of mission." Yang Feng relaxed slightly.
"What mission?" Chen Fan remained expressionless.
"This... I'm not sure either." Faced with Chen Fan's gaze, Yang Feng couldn't help glancing away, but the momentary flicker of unease vanished as quickly as it had appeared.
"Then what use are you?" Chen Fan gave a cold smile, and Blazing Heaven Sword Qi surged forth.
Yang Feng's face darkened. When had he ever been so aggrieved? A Qi Refining Realm disciple was actually threatening him like this.
"Chen Fan, don't push it too far. Don't forget, you're badly wounded too." Yang Feng spoke gravely, deliberately lowering his voice as he continued, "If you drive me to the brink, I'll blow myself up and take you down with me."
"Is that so? Go ahead and try." Chen Fan spoke