Rumble—!
The clouds atop the firmament suddenly churned, thunder booming like colossal drums as spiritual energy from thousands of miles around surged in at a frantic pace.
Chen Fan rose into the air and stood between the two formations, like one holding up the heavens above and standing upon the earth below. The blue and white formations spun rapidly, and spiritual energy of both colors gathered toward his palms.
In an instant, a blue-white sword condensed in his hand—crystalline and resplendent, overflowing with spiritual energy!
"What sword art is this? It actually possesses the momentum to swallow mountains and rivers. No ordinary high-grade Immortal Sword Art could possibly be this powerful." The Golden Core Realm elder looked at Chen Fan, a trace of gravity appearing on his face. He had only just reached the Foundation Establishment Realm, yet he could already execute a sword art to such a degree. Should he truly form a Golden Core, then aside from cultivators at late Golden Core Realm or above, virtually no one in this world would be able to fight him.
"Hehehe, old man, I told you long ago not to act recklessly, but you refused to listen. Regretting it now, aren't you?" Old Yellow Tooth laughed smugly, though a flicker of astonishment also showed deep in his eyes. Clearly, he too had not expected Chen Fan to have become this powerful.
"Why should we regret it? We should be fortunate that we discovered him early. Now, the Immortal Sect and the Ten Thousand Swords Sect ought to send out their entire forces and hunt him down with all their strength before he can grow up. Bai Jing, you alone cannot protect him." The elder shook his head slightly and spoke in a deep voice.
"Hehehe, then we'll just wait and see!"