"Hmph, you think you can kill Wang Yan?" A young prodigy from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect sneered and shook his head, convinced that Chen Fan was merely playing tricks, trying to use Wang Yan to make a grandstanding spectacle of himself.
"I thought he might be a peerless genius. Who knew he would be such a frivolous loudmouth?" Li Yanyan, standing nearby, also snorted disdainfully and shook her head with a scornful smile.
The other young prodigies from the Immortal Sect and Shu Mountain standing at the side said nothing, but their gazes and expressions all conveyed their contempt for Chen Fan.
Only Gao Yueyue's expression turned somewhat grave. She had personally witnessed Chen Fan's strength and potential. Although Chen Fan killing Wang Yan sounded utterly shocking, she did not dare dismiss it outright.
Mu Yunshui stood quietly before the Immortal Sect disciples, her white robes untouched by worldly dust, her skin as fair and crystalline as snow. She swept her beautiful eyes over Chen Fan once more, and a trace of divine radiance flashed through them.
At that moment, a disturbance suddenly arose in the crowd. A man shot up into the air. After casting Chen Fan a pale-faced glance, lingering fear still in his heart, he said to Liu Xun, "Fellow Daoist Liu, Brother Wang truly was killed by him."
"What?!"
His words threw the entire gathering into an uproar once more, shocking everyone present.
"Fellow Daoist Nangong, do you know what you are saying?" Liu Xun's face instantly darkened. He knew that Nangong Feiyun and Wang Yan had been the closest of friends, but whether this was true or false, saying it openly before everyone meant the Ten Thousand Swords Sect would lose face yet again.
The matter had gone from the Young Sect Master being