From atop the vast Thunder Mountain, dozens of prodigies burst down the slopes at their utmost speed. A figure in green robes pursued them with sword in hand, the blade radiating a vast and powerful intent so formidable that even the Dao Protectors present changed expression.
"How is this possible? He's at the Nascent Soul Late Stage?"
"He's actually hunting down dozens of Spirit Refining Stage prodigies, and not one of them dares turn back to fight?" Countless people stared dumbfounded, unable to believe it.
Yet the stronger cultivators quickly saw the truth. It was not that they did not dare fight back, but that the power of that sword was too terrifying. It might not kill them in a single strike, but if they met it head-on, they would certainly suffer grave injuries—only a step away from death.
BOOM!
Chen Fan chased them to the mountainside and slashed his sword down upon the many prodigies. Terrifying Sword Qi surged forth like a stampede of a thousand armies, sweeping out in an instant. It engulfed the entire Thunder Mountain, carving open a massive ravine, even catching the slower prodigies and sending them flying off the mountain.
Chen Fan stopped and coldly watched the War Clan brother and sister retreat into the distance. In the end, he did not continue the pursuit. That sword strike had nearly exhausted the last remnants of his strength after his enlightenment, at his peak state; he had only one such strike. Unfortunately, those prodigies had reacted too swiftly, choosing to flee without hesitation.
Now that Chen Fan's strike had missed, there was no need to keep chasing. With the Dao Protectors shielding them, he could no longer easily kill those prodigies.
In the end, the dozens of prodigies descended the mountain safely. Apart from a