Everyone was shocked speechless, their eyes wide and jaws agape.
Chen Fan's attack had caught everyone off guard. Even the young girl's eyes widened as she stared in disbelief at the enormous palm roaring toward her.
She had clearly said that as long as he could defeat Zhang Bai and Lin Tianming, she would ensure his safety and even take him as a servant.
One had to know, in Hundred Wastes City, those terms were an enormous gift. Yet someone actually dared to disregard them—and even attack her?
Zhang Bai and Lin Tianming both revealed gleeful expressions at the sight. Once that palm came down, the brat would surely be smashed to pieces.
The girl's face abruptly turned cold as well. Rather than dodge, she stood where she was and said in a low voice, "If you dare lay so much as a finger on me, you will regret it."
"Is that so?" Chen Fan paid no heed to her threat. He truly could not be bothered to waste any more words on these people. Since you had said the wrong thing, then you got beaten. If you came back to provoke him after being beaten, then you would be killed.
"Stop!" Just as the giant palm was about to descend upon the girl's fair cheek, an aged voice suddenly came from outside the inn.
The voice was majestic and mighty, like divine thunder beating a drum, shaking Chen Fan's mind. At the same time, it directly shattered his invisible giant palm.
A white-haired old man in Daoist robes then stepped into the inn. His clouded eyes narrowed slightly as he examined Chen Fan.
Chen Fan's heart jolted. This unremarkable old man was actually a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator. Earlier, he had sensed at least several Nascent Soul Realm auras