"Bastard!" Liu Xun's face twisted with rage. He hadn't expected Chen Fan to change so drastically in an instant. The strength of his body seemed to belong to an entirely different person. Caught completely off guard, he had been stomped down by Chen Fan, unable to resist at all.
Cursing furiously, Liu Xun and Li Yanyan pushed off each other with their palms, forcing each other back. In the next moment, Chen Fan suddenly appeared. Liu Xun rolled across the ground in a sorry heap before springing to his feet.
"He hasn't even drawn his sword, and he's already driven Liu Xun to this point?" The onlookers swallowed hard, gaping in disbelief.
"Boom!"
Just then, the altar beneath Chen Fan's feet shook violently, and a thunderous crash rang out.
A huge ring of strange runes abruptly appeared across the altar's surface, glowing red. It was as if an ancient powerhouse were awakening. A vast, imposing presence immediately enveloped the area, and everyone seemed to hear a sound—the thunderous din of an ancient battle between immortals, ringing in their ears and setting their blood ablaze.
"The altar has opened! With Chen Fan joining us, there are exactly twenty young geniuses!" someone cried.
"This means the battle has begun."
But silence fell over the altar. The twenty exchanged glances, all shaken by the strength Chen Fan had displayed. This dark horse, who had suddenly burst onto the scene, had thrown all their plans into disarray.
Atop the mountain, the Immortal Sect disciples were equally stunned.
"Senior Martial Sister, this..." One disciple opened her mouth, then fell silent, at a loss for words.
"Enter the cave abode." Mu Yunshui's expression was cool and detached. Light shimmered in her beautiful eyes as she watched Chen Fan for a moment, then turned and darted toward