Chen Fan had been an orphan hundreds of years ago. Though he had no father or mother, he had a venerable old master whom he deeply respected. Back then, his master had carried him away from the riverbank and into the mountains, raising him to adulthood and teaching him the path of cultivation. In Chen Fan's heart, his master was both father and mother—and even more so, the one thing no one could touch. No matter who it was, none could speak of him with disrespect. ✊💚 ඏ☆
Wang Yan's single remark had utterly enraged Chen Fan. Since his rebirth, this was the first time he had been so furious.
Killing Wang Yan, who was at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage, was not difficult for the current Chen Fan. Yet in his fury, he released his most powerful Sword Intent. It was one of his strongest methods, terrifyingly destructive—and the consequences it brought were even more unimaginable.
Chen Fan hung motionless in midair, his entire body shrouded in black mist. His hair streamed backward without end, his expression glacially cold. Within his ink-black eyes, swords seemed to lurk as he stared coldly at Wang Yan.
"Nirvana!" Chen Fan stood quietly without moving in the slightest, uttering only those two words.
Boom!
An invisible crushing force abruptly appeared out of nowhere, like a colossal prison dropping from the heavens and slamming viciously into Wang Yan's heart. The cultivators watching nearby also felt an inexplicable chill creep over them. It was as though Mount Tai weighed upon their shoulders, unbearably heavy and painful.
"Pffft!"
Wang Yan's injuries had never fully recovered. Now, suddenly suppressed by Chen Fan's overpowering Sword Intent, he sprayed out a mouthful of blood. The True Essence Power within him immediately fell into chaos, and his body plummeted straight