Upon the sacrificial platform, a vast intent spread outward. Life and Death and Reincarnation formed into a Taiji diagram, hanging behind Chen Fan. His entire being seemed unfathomably deep, his Dharma form solemn and dignified, like a divine son of the Heavenly Dao.
"This is..." The Immortal Palace prodigy's expression abruptly changed, and he shot backward in swift retreat. He had no desire to clash head-on with such an intent; that would only leave both sides wounded and cost him his qualification for the battles ahead.
"Have you run out of tricks? You want to use your intent to clash with mine and perish together? You're dreaming too beautifully. My life is tens of thousands of times more valuable than yours," the Immortal Palace prodigy sneered.
Yet Chen Fan did not stop. He brought two fingers together and slashed through the air. Ripples spread across the void as though it were water, brimming with immensely dense Dao essence.
"Are you worthy of clashing with me head-on?" Chen Fan's face turned cold as he took a step forward. Clouds suddenly churned in midair, and an enormous foot manifested, crashing down toward the Immortal Palace prodigy with the force of Mount Tai bearing down on one's head.
That gigantic foot was as vast as a mountain, instantly covering the Immortal Palace prodigy and the cultivators around him. Everyone's vision darkened, and they hurriedly unleashed their movement techniques in an attempt to flee.
But the giant foot was far too swift and fierce. Condensed from Chen Fan's intent, it carried terrifying pressure. An eye for an eye—since the other party had attacked with a giant fist, Chen Fan would return it with a giant foot.
At the gathering ground, many cultivators watching Chen Fan's battle erupted in uproar.
The Wind Kingdom's Sixteenth Prince