"No." Chen Fan shook his head slightly, his tone utterly calm.
Only then did Shen Wushuang breathe a sigh of relief. There must be some misunderstanding. Who in the world would dare abduct the Young Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect? That would be courting death.
"No? Heh heh, Chen Fan, that's not for you to decide. Someone saw you appear alongside the Young Sect Master before he vanished. It has been many days now, and there is still no news of him. If you didn't abduct him, then who did?" Liu Xun's face darkened, his voice icy. He had to handle this matter beautifully—then perhaps the Sect Master would reward him with a few precious treasures.
"No one abducted him." Chen Fan remained perfectly composed as he spoke quietly.
"Chen Fan, if you're going to lie, at least make it believable. If no one abducted our Young Sect Master, why haven't he and his two servants appeared even once to this day?" Li Yanyan stepped forward as well, raising a jade finger to point at Chen Fan as she questioned him coldly.
"Because he's already dead." Chen Fan's eyes abruptly turned frigid, and True Qi began surging toward his wrist. He knew there was no explaining this matter clearly. Since words would not make them understand, then he would kill until they did—kill until they no longer dared come looking for trouble.
He did not fly into a rage, and his expression remained indifferent, yet an icy chill radiated from his entire body, bringing an invisible pressure down upon everyone.
But everyone was stunned. They stared at Chen Fan with strange expressions—disbelief, sympathy, and utter blankness alike.
Liu Xun froze for a moment before immediately grasping what Chen Fan had said. He could no longer maintain his