Whoosh!
A point of sword-shadow flashed like a gleam, golden lightning faintly streaking across the tip. The entire sword abruptly enlarged in the monk's eyes!
"Hm?" The monk's expression suddenly changed. Seeing Chen Fan's sword appear out of nowhere and thrust toward his throat, a chill ran down his spine, and he rapidly retreated.
"What's going on?" Yet at that moment, terror suddenly appeared on the monk's face. He discovered that his entire body was bound by a terrifying force, as though ten million jin of mountains were pressing down on him. He could not move an inch.
"No... urgh..." The Foundation Establishment Late Stage monk was about to open his mouth and roar, but Chen Fan's sword had already pierced through his throat. This was his weakness. No matter how formidable his tempered golden body was, it had yet to reach true mastery. As long as he had not condensed a Golden Core, this body would always retain weaknesses—fatal gates.
The field around Chen Fan had only been unleashed for an instant. In that fleeting moment, he silently killed a monk without anyone noticing. The field had indeed rendered great service; otherwise, there was no way this could have ended so easily.
The other three monks were likewise stunned, their faces full of disbelief. Having cultivated the Indestructible Vajra Body, they were exceedingly sensitive to their own weaknesses and fatal gates. It should have been impossible for them to let an enemy attack them like this.
Why didn't Junior Brother Yu dodge? He clearly could have avoided that sword. The three monks were both shocked and puzzled, feeling that this middle-aged man before them was somewhat strange.
The Golden Core monk battling Old Yellow Tooth could not help but darken his face as well, a cold glint passing through