The cultivator's eyes flew wide open, nearly bulging from their sockets.
His face was filled with disbelief and grievance. He regretted ever provoking this brat—he had clearly only thrown him down twice, yet the complaint had turned it into five times. But Chen Fan's True Essence Power had his throat locked tight, leaving him unable to say a word. Even if he could speak, he would never be able to clear himself. He knew he was doomed this time—and would not even be granted a quick, painless death.
Bang!
Sure enough, Chen Fan gave a slight wave of his hand, and the cultivator was instantly smashed viciously to the ground. He landed face-first, with a mouthful of dirt, and every bone in his body seemed to have shattered. The pain was unbearable.
Chen Fan had controlled his strength perfectly. He would not let the man die so easily from the fall.
In truth, when Chen Fan had rushed over, his Divine Sense had already surveyed everything here. The cultivator had thrown Little Medicine Boy down twice, while Little Medicine Boy, in his fury, had declared it to be five times. That left Chen Fan somewhat speechless.
But to him, for this cultivator to lay such vicious hands on Little Medicine Boy, even throwing him down twenty times would not be excessive.
Bang!
Chen Fan clenched his hand and swung it again, making the cultivator crash down viciously once more.
This time, he could practically feel the ribs in his body breaking, perhaps even piercing into his internal organs. The pain was so intense that he was on the verge of passing out.
Had he been an ordinary mortal, a fall of this magnitude would have been like plunging from a hundred-meter height. He would have died long ago.
Yet at