Just as the attack was about to strike Shangguan Wanyu, Chen Fan's face twitched. Then he slammed the cane in his hand against the ground, and the beautiful woman's attack in the distance dissipated in an instant.
"Master, what are you doing?"
The beautiful woman stared at her husband in shock.
"Our son is about to be beaten to death by that little bitch! Why are you protecting her? That's your son!"
Standing atop the platform, the beautiful woman questioned Chen Fan.
"How did you attain the Saint Illusion Realm?"
Rather than answer her at once, Chen Fan countered with a question.
A few decades ago, this woman had merely been a minor Illusion Sect cultivator. Yet in just a few decades, she had reached the Saint Illusion Realm? Even in his youth, he had never possessed such extraordinary talent.
At that moment, he finally realized that his understanding of these people had been far too shallow.
He had guarded against everyone beneath the heavens, yet failed to guard against his own family.
And now? Siblings turning upon one another—Yun'er's death was inseparably connected to this mother and son.
"Master, what are you talking about? Naturally, I cultivated my way to this level."
A flicker of panic passed through the beautiful woman's eyes, and then she resumed her tearful complaints.
Chen Fan, however, remained calm from beginning to end. Cultivated? With that pathetic talent of yours, you should have thanked the heavens if your realm hadn't fallen over the past few decades, yet you broke through to the Saint Illusion Realm?
Moreover, your Saint Illusion Realm cultivation was extremely unstable. One glance was enough to tell that you had used some heaven-defying treasure to forcibly elevate your realm.
There were only a handful of treasures in the world capable of