Despair! Utter, freezing despair!
The cultivators in the air were each shrouded by a vast chill. Then the light began to fade from their eyes, turning dim as every one of them fell into the Nirvana Sword Intent. This was the sword intent Chen Fan had comprehended—a bottomless abyss of gloom and despair, filled with nothing but cold darkness.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The cultivators surrounding Chen Fan fell one after another from the sky, crashing to the ground. Their eyes were vacant and lifeless, as though their souls had been snatched away.
"How..." Zeng Rong frowned in confusion, but an instant later, his expression changed drastically. As those cultivators fell, Chen Fan emerged from among them. Behind him floated an invisible giant sword that radiated a terrifying chill.
"Sword intent?" Zeng Rong nearly screamed, his eyes wide with utter disbelief.
Chen Fan's expression was somewhat strange, as though his Divine Soul was running dry and could barely bear the strain. Yet he still stepped forward with Nine Palaces Footwork, releasing the final trace of pressure from his Divine Soul. The invisible giant sword followed close behind, instantly enveloping Zeng Rong. At an unimaginable speed, it pierced through his body before returning behind Chen Fan.
Zeng Rong's face immediately went pale. After struggling for several breaths, his eyes gradually turned vacant and lifeless, their light dimming away.
The sharp sword in Chen Fan's hand erupted with Blazing Heaven Sword Qi, streaking across Zeng Rong's neck like a golden meteor. Blood immediately sprayed forth.
Using Nine Palaces Footwork, Chen Fan sent Chen Jingjing, who was atop the flying sword, back to the ground. At the same time, he took out the Three Flowers Gathering at Crown Talisman and swiftly slapped it onto himself. Yet the giant sword behind him still dissipated at