"Divine Silkworm Seal! How could this be?"
On the walls of the Ancient City, several Human Emperor-level powerhouses instantly recognized this treasured art. They watched helplessly as Chen Fan flung thirty early-stage Spirit Refining prodigies onto the ground!
The thirty of them had not even reacted before they were dragged together tightly by that immense force. More than twenty crashed heavily to the ground, their heads and faces covered in dust. Only a few reacted swiftly enough to barely steady themselves as they landed.
"What relationship do you have with the Divine Silkworm Clan?" The prodigy with eight sharp swords strapped to his back steadied himself and stared at Chen Fan as he asked in a deep voice.
"None at all." Chen Fan shook his head faintly. He immediately recalled the Divine Silkworm Seal, and a black-and-white Taiji diagram surged forth behind him. It transformed into two streams of aura that flowed into the sharp sword in his hand, winding around one another like black-and-white flames as they slashed straight toward that prodigy!
Chen Fan struck first. With thirty prodigies before him, plus the remaining four on the ground, all thirty-four early-stage Spirit Refining prodigies from the two Ancient Cities had finally gathered. At last, his Dao had found an opportunity to mend itself—through battle under this crushing pressure.
Chen Fan was not absolutely certain he could fight more than thirty early-stage Spirit Refining prodigies at once. But though he lacked absolute certainty, his conviction was absolute!
Once the day comes when I possess absolute certainty, my achievements will have reached their end as well! Chen Fan saw this with perfect clarity.
He constantly kept himself in peril and never allowed himself to relax. Facing more than thirty early-stage Spirit Refining prodigies, he could finally sense the Dao that had