Buzz!
The White Bone Sword suddenly trembled, letting out a piercing sword cry!
Chen Fan's legs nearly sank into the ground. A towering aura erupted from his body as vast True Essence Power surged forth, gathering into the sharp sword in his hand.
At this moment, the sword point was aimed directly at the Demon Race expert—a Soul Division Stage cultivator, an existence even more transcendent than a city lord or a Human Emperor.
"Heh heh, Chen Fan, it seems the praise of the world truly went to your head." The Demon Race elder shook his head and laughed. With a shift of his feet, he instantly warped space and appeared before Chen Fan.
His gaze sharpened as he stared coldly at Chen Fan. Baring his teeth in a sinister grin, he said, "I'll give you one more chance. Hand over all the Supreme Tokens and that Immortal Sword Sheath, and I can let the two of you leave."
"You talk too much. How annoying." Chen Fan frowned impatiently. At the same time, his sword swept out a streak of Sword Qi, chopping straight at the Demon Race expert's mouth.
"You're courting death." The Demon Race elder's face darkened. He suddenly raised a hand and swung it. Instantly, a massive palm condensed from spiritual energy manifested, shattering the Sword Qi before pressing down toward Chen Fan. Both its force and speed were shocking.
"Careful." Mu Yunshui was horrified as well. She knew how powerful Soul Division Stage cultivators were, yet she had not expected that even the weakest among those five would still possess such terrifying strength.
Putting herself in his place, Mu Yunshui knew she would never have been able to evade this palm strike from the Demon Race expert. Before him, she was like an ant facing a