Bang!
As Wang Hui fell to the ground, Chen Fan waved his hand, and the Ice Soul Divine Pearl beside her flew straight into his grasp. A chill instantly crept over his palm.
"Destroy!" Chen Fan murmured. His Divine Sense immediately condensed, directly erasing the Divine Sense Wang Hui had left within the Ice Soul Divine Pearl. With another thought, he tossed the entire pearl into his Storage Ring.
At that moment, he drew the sharp sword back into his hand and withdrew the True Qi within his body. The Eight Trigrams Sword Formation beneath his feet instantly dispersed, while a faint breeze swept up traces of sand and fallen leaves from the ground.
The remaining Immortal Sect Qi Refining disciples had long since been scared out of their wits. Their faces were drained of color as they stood some distance away, trembling like cicadas in winter. No one dared speak, much less turn and flee.
Chen Fan's ink-black eyes swept coldly over them. At once, everyone's legs turned weak, sweat beading across their foreheads as they nearly dropped to one knee.
"Immortal Sect..." Chen Fan's voice was icy to the extreme, carrying a trace of oppressive force. "Get back, all of you. Tell your Elder Han that sooner or later, I will come collect her miserable life."
Under those words, it felt as though heavy hammers had slammed into their chests. The instant the final word, "life," fell, the blood and Qi within them surged violently. Some could not endure it and spat out blood, yet they still scrambled away toward the rear, fleeing with all their strength. Only after they had rushed out of Ghost Domain City did their legs finally give way, and they collapsed onto the ground, drenched in sweat.
"That level of strength is too