Old Yellow Tooth revealed a trace of alarm. He too took a great stride forward, wanting to stop Chen Fan from clashing head-on with the western man, because there was simply no chance of victory. No matter how powerful one was at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, they were utterly helpless against the Golden Core Realm.
Boom!
Sure enough, the western man sent Chen Fan flying dozens of meters with a single punch. Then, drawing on the power of his bloodline to unleash the speed of leopard legs, he fiercely pursued Chen Fan. Even if Old Yellow Tooth wanted to catch up, it was already too late.
After all, this was an attack from a Golden Core Realm expert who had sacrificed an arm. Its power was anything but ordinary.
Yet faced with the western man's pursuit, Chen Fan steadied himself and did not flee. Instead, he slowly swung his sharp sword. Golden lightning began to weave across the blade, igniting with immense power.
"Kid, get out of the way!" Seeing that Chen Fan still intended to meet him head-on, Old Yellow Tooth could not help shouting.
"Kid?" Mu Yunshui froze slightly upon hearing that form of address. A flicker of light lingered in her eyes, as though she were pondering something.
Yet Chen Fan remained unmoved. He hovered silently in midair, his expression incomparably cold, his eyes brimming with dense killing intent as he stared icily at the western man charging toward him.
He counted silently in his heart: nine meters, seven meters, four meters, three meters, two meters...
The moment the western man entered within two meters of him, Chen Fan moved in an instant. The tip of his foot stomped fiercely against the void, ripples spreading outward as the sharp blade in his hand swept forth, erupting