Everyone aboard the Treasure Gourd was stunned. No one cared any longer about the slain Mo Wu; all they could think was, how had such an outstanding Spirit Refining Stage cultivator suddenly appeared? And why did he look so familiar?
The several Foundation Establishment disciples traveling with Mo Wu were utterly dumbfounded, scared senseless. They stared blankly at Mo Wu's bleeding corpse, then looked at Chen Fan, their eyes filled with vacant shock—they had not even had time to feel fear.
"Chen Fan!" At that moment, several Spirit Refining Stage experts from the Immortal Palace, including that Soul Division Stage elder, cried out almost simultaneously.
Immediately, they charged forward without hesitation. The Soul Division Stage elder spread his hand over the sky, manifesting an enormous barrier in an attempt to seal off this stretch of heaven and earth and prevent Chen Fan from escaping. Meanwhile, Mo Feng, the mid-stage Spirit Refining cultivator, wore a savage expression. His nephew had been killed right before his eyes—no matter what, he would avenge this grudge!
Boom—!
The void twisted slightly as a curtain of light, like an inverted bowl, descended from the sky. Chen Fan did not move, and was trapped within it.
The Immortal Palace members were instantly overjoyed, shouting, "We caught him! He can't escape!"
On the ground, the Immortal Palace cultivators who had arrived earlier, along with major forces such as Shu Mountain and the Divine Silkworm Clan, were all stirred by the commotion. They raised their heads and happened to see Chen Fan, standing atop the gourd, trapped.
Mu Yunshui's fair, frost-cold cheeks stiffened slightly. Then her lips parted in utter astonishment.
"Haha, we searched for him for over five years, yet he delivered himself right to our doorstep. Does he really think Soul Division Stage experts are useless?"