Mu Yunshui opened her eyes and froze slightly. Seeing that she had actually been saved—and by Chen Fan, no less—a trace of astonishment flickered through her eyes. When she heard Chen Fan's icy voice, she came back to herself, shook her head, and smiled faintly, radiant beyond compare.
Kill everyone here? Easier said than done!
Even though Chen Fan had slain a Golden Core Realm monk, there were ultimately several hundred of them now. Such a vast and powerful force had likely gathered half the Foundation Establishment Realm strength of the western lands. Escaping with their lives would already be a blessing—how could he possibly kill them all?
She was not the only one thinking so. The hundreds of Foundation Establishment cultivators filling the sky also burst into laughter.
"Dead men indeed cannot speak, but do you think you alone can fight us?"
"Six hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators from five Ancient Cities have gathered here. Even if we stood still and let you kill us, you would struggle to finish us all. Young man, you truly think too highly of yourself."
"Hand over the woman behind you, and we can leave you with an intact corpse."
"Miss, with beauty like yours, how could you possibly fancy such a foolish boy who seeks attention? He actually dares to spout such grand words before us." Someone looked at Mu Yunshui behind Chen Fan and sneered coldly.
The others all stood with their hands behind their backs, suspended even higher in the clouds, like Heavenly Soldiers and divine generals filling the heavens, looking down upon Chen Fan and Mu Yunshui from on high.
They were arrogant, but they had every right to be. These people had endured several years of chaos and risen from blood-soaked ground. Their hands had been stained with countless