"Elder Bai Chen... just like that... fell?" The crowd stood dumbfounded, their eyes fixed blankly on the old man whose throat Chen Fan had pierced. They found it hard to accept this outcome.
What chilled them to the bone even more was that nine Golden Core experts had struck at once, yet only seven had escaped. They had already seen Elder Bai Chen, whose miserable screams rang out as he became fodder for the Bone Sword—but where was the other person?
"A Golden Core... He has a Golden Core in his hand!" At last, someone noticed the dazzling Golden Core clenched tightly in Chen Fan's hand, and it did not belong to Elder Bai Chen.
"Whose Golden Core is that?" Everyone's gazes swept across the seven Golden Core experts.
They found that Madam Fayin and the two Immortal Sect Elders were unharmed. The hearts of all Ten Thousand Swords Sect disciples sank; they knew the two slain experts had both been Elders of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.
"It seems... it is Elder Huang Ming's Golden Core!" After looking over the remaining four Ten Thousand Swords Sect Elders, one disciple said mournfully.
At the same time, Elder Bai Chen's corpse had been completely devoured by the Bone Sword, leaving behind only a Golden Core, which Chen Fan took into his hand.
"So that was how Elder Huang Ming vanished. He did not even have time to let out a scream before ending up with not even bones left behind?" Many disciples finally came to their senses. Their eyes were vacant and lost, utterly unable to accept this result.
And when they looked at Chen Fan, there was an added layer of fear in their eyes. They finally understood why he was called the Young Demon King.
The remaining seven Golden