"Se... Senior Brother!" Several Shu Mountain disciples stared in shock, mouths hanging open, unable to believe the scene before them.
Chen Fan gave them no time to process it. He slaughtered them according to their strength, pushing the Nine Palaces Footwork to its limit as he charged at the female cultivator.
A flash of sword light, and the female cultivator fell to the ground.
Ripples spread through the air, and Chen Fan's figure suddenly vanished. Yet in the blink of an eye, he reappeared behind a male disciple.
"Watch out..." someone cried in warning.
But it was still too late. The instant the words left his mouth, Chen Fan's sharp sword had already pierced that man's heart. The remaining disciples watched in utter terror as Chen Fan vanished once more.
"Run!" Within only a few breaths, three or four disciples had been slain in the blink of an eye. The few who remained finally came to their senses. They knew that running—only running—was their sole path to survival.
Su Ziyue's mind was completely blank. She could never have imagined that the country boy they had scorned only moments ago would turn into a murderous demon king in the next instant. Even their most powerful Senior Brother had been killed by a single sword strike.
Whoosh!
A flying sword shrieked through the air, piercing straight through a disciple trying to flee into the distance. That disciple happened to pass beside Su Ziyue, and blood immediately splashed all over her.
"Ah..."
A miserable scream followed, and another disciple was slain.
All of this happened within a few breaths. Eight Shu Mountain disciples fell in an instant—and every one of them was a disciple of the Immortal Sword Hall, disciples renowned for peerless swordsmanship. Yet they scattered like startled sheep, scrambling in every