The more than twenty young geniuses present all changed expression. They wanted to use their Divine Souls to resist, but they were ultimately only at the Foundation Establishment Realm. Sword cultivators at their level simply could not yet condense sword intent. Faced with such a domineering assault, none of them dared take it head-on.
"Retreat!" Zeng Rong reacted with incredible speed. He sprang from his seat and rapidly shot backward, retreating toward the Golden Core powerhouses.
The others immediately followed, all backing away and surging toward the rear in flight.
Whoosh!
Seeing this, Chen Fan did not press on. With a sweep of his large hand, he abruptly reined in the vast sword intent, suspending it before himself. He had never intended to kill with his sword intent.
At this moment, the twenty-odd Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Heavenly Soldier Ranking and elsewhere had all retreated beneath the platform. Only Xiao Munan remained quietly seated where he was, utterly unmoved. A faint radiance covered his body—it was an extremely powerful armor of Magic Tool grade.
"Chen Fan, what are you trying to do? Do you intend to make enemies of the top twenty on the Heavenly Soldier Ranking?" Zeng Rong's face darkened as he shouted.
"Some of you sat where you had no right to sit."
Chen Fan spoke blandly. Then, withdrawing his hand, the Nirvana Sword Intent instantly turned into something invisible and returned entirely to his body. His purpose had already been achieved: he had made all these people leave their seats. As for Xiao Munan, Chen Fan had not paid him much attention. Having held the first rank on the Heavenly Soldier Ranking for so long, Xiao Munan surely possessed some formidable means. There was no need to fight him here.
"Chen Fan, if you keep making