Clang!
A crisp metallic tremor rang out. Zhan Chuge held a golden broadsword horizontally before him, shielding Zhan Yuewu as he met Chen Fan's sharp sword head-on. He was instantly shaken back several steps, his face growing paler still. There was not much True Essence Power left in his body; he simply could not afford to wear Chen Fan down like this!
"Stop!" The War Clan's guardians could no longer remain calm and cried out one after another.
Chen Fan ignored them. His sharp sword continued to slash out, its dense, impenetrable shadows raining down like a canopy over heaven and earth, sealing Zhan Yuewu and Zhan Chuge in on all sides. Under Dugu Han's control, no one else could interfere with this battlefield—there were only Chen Fan and the other two!
Bang!
At that moment, one of the War Clan's guardians tried to break through Dugu Han's control and secretly make a move to suppress Chen Fan. Yet Dugu Han sent him flying back with a single palm strike. His body crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust and sand.
"Dugu Han, don't push people too far! Our War Clan is not to be trifled with!" The guardian's expression darkened as he climbed awkwardly to his feet, glaring furiously at Dugu Han.
"If fifty years won't do, what about forty?" Dugu Han still wore a faint smile as he replied in an even tone.
"Impossible!" the War Clan guardian refused flatly.
That ancestral sword sheath of the War Clan was far too important, incomparably precious. Its standing was nearly that of the clan's supreme treasure. This had nothing to do with its power, but simply because it had once been worn by a War Clan ancestor.
Yet Zhan Chuge and Zhan Yuewu's plight also had the