Beneath Thunder Mountain, the several dozen remaining guardians had not left. The prodigies they had protected had died atop Thunder Mountain. At first, they had not believed that Chen Fan, a mere Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator, could cause much of a stir. But after witnessing him pursue and slaughter dozens of prodigies with their own eyes, they finally believed it.
They knew that the power of that sword strike was absolutely not something an ordinary Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator could unleash. Even among the prodigies at the early Body Fusion stage, those capable of such strength could be counted on one hand!
Zhan Yuewu and Zhan Chuge were also staring at Chen Fan, while the three War Clan guardians behind them revealed killing intent in their eyes. Had the people from the Immortal Palace not left early, they would already have joined forces and attacked.
"Chen Fan, how could you be so ruthless? We are all cultivators, all seeking fortune. Why did you have to kill so many prodigies?" one of the War Clan guardians said heavily, placing the deaths of every fallen prodigy squarely on Chen Fan's head.
"Bullshit! In the struggle over Thunder Mountain, people are bound to die. Are you really such sore losers? Besides, what does this have to do with your War Clan? Who among you died?" Bald Bird immediately cursed, his face full of contempt.
Little Golden Monkey also lay sprawled on Chen Fan's shoulder, waving his tiny arm as he pointed at the War Clan siblings and chattered, "They... killed more!"
"Did you hear that? Your two War Clan youngsters killed even more. Are you trying to play thief and cry thief now?" Bald Bird said, raising his brows.
Everyone's faces darkened, especially the guardians whose prodigies had died. Their expressions