Heaven-Burning and the Supreme

Boom!

Just as Chen Fan took out the Nine Palace Token and prepared to open the mystic realm entrance, the entrance was suddenly opened by someone else. Ripples faintly spread through the void, and several figures hurriedly swept out from within. It was Qin Xian'er and the others, all wearing expressions of utmost anxiety.

Yet when they saw the ruins all around them, the dried bloodstains on Chen Fan's body, and the Immortal Palace Master lying dead not far away, they were all stunned.

"How... is that possible?" Old Yellow Tooth's eyes widened in disbelief.

With Chen Fan's strength alone, it should have been absolutely impossible for him to defeat the Immortal Palace Master. Even Dugu Han wore a look of astonishment.

"Hehe, all of this was thanks to this old fellow." Bald Bird hurriedly claimed credit, insisting that it had been of great help.

But no one believed it. Their gazes all turned toward Chen Fan.

Chen Fan held the unconscious Little Golden Monkey in his arms, with the radiant Wuya Sword tucked at his side. His clothes were stained with blood, yet his physical body was perfectly fine, his injuries having long since healed.

Still, Qin Xian'er and the others saw the problem. The Dao aura Chen Fan was giving off at this moment was almost imperceptible; he was exceedingly weak. Perhaps any Nascent Soul Realm cultivator could heavily injure him with ease.

"Junior Brother, your Great Dao..." Dugu Han frowned. His own Great Dao had once been destroyed, and it had taken him a thousand years to mend it. Yet that misfortune had become a blessing, allowing his realm to break through.

But the damage to his Great Dao back then had been nowhere near as severe as Chen Fan's. At present, nearly Chen Fan's entire Great