"Look! The Grand Elder remained calm in the face of danger—he actually intercepted Chen Fan at a time like this, intending to suppress and kill him!" At that moment, the Immortal Sect disciples fleeing in panic suddenly looked up and saw a giant dragon formed from ice and water appear high in the sky, far from the bamboo forest. They also spotted the Grand Elder and Chen Fan.
"No, Chen Fan caught up to the Grand Elder. The Grand Elder stayed behind to counterattack." Someone else stopped and looked up.
"The Grand Elder truly is wise and composed. Chen Fan has lost the protection of that sinister sword and those wronged souls—what does he have left to fight the Grand Elder with?" A disciple's eyes lit up with a trace of joy, as though he had glimpsed hope.
"I saw it. He... he's holding a piece of bamboo?" A female disciple stood agape, then an odd expression surfaced on her face, as though she wanted to laugh.
But someone else could not hold it in and laughed before she did.
"Haha, Chen Fan is truly arrogant. He won't use a sharp sword, and is actually using a stick of bamboo. Who does he think he is?"
"He's still too young. He doesn't know that even early Golden Core cultivators differ in strength. The Grand Elder is only one step away from mid-stage Golden Core. Chen Fan is being far too presumptuous," someone sneered.
At that moment, Chen Fan, walking through the air, faced the Grand Elder. The bamboo in his hand was covered in Sword Qi, yet it did not shatter apart. Instead, it carried a profound and powerful intent.
This was a Sword Art he had developed after his battle with the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's Sect Master. Inspired