Lin Fan's Identity
The square was deathly silent.
Black Nether Patriarch's corpse lay on the ground, the bloody hole in his chest still gurgling with black blood. His wide-open eyes were filled with horror and unwillingness, as though even in death he could not believe that he had been killed in an instant by the finger of an unknown young man.
In the distance, the Dark Church elders and protectors watching from the shadows had all gone pale, their bodies trembling. They had originally come to support Black Nether Patriarch, intending to swarm Shen Xiu and wipe out his forces completely after the patriarch killed him.
But the scene before them utterly overturned everything they knew.
Black Nether Patriarch—a peerless expert at the second level of the Saint Venerable Realm, whose cultivation had soared to the peak of the third level after swallowing the Blood Demon Pearl—had been killed by a single finger without even a chance to resist!
Just what kind of monster was that cold, stern young man?
"Retreat... retreat now!"
No one knew who shouted it, but the Dark Church members immediately scattered like birds and beasts, wishing their parents had given them two more legs as they fled this place of trouble for their lives.
Lin Fan did not pursue them. He merely swept his gaze over the fleeing figures before looking away.
He slowly descended from the sky, landing beside Shen Xiu and reaching out to support his swaying body.
"You took too great a risk." Lin Fan's voice remained calm, but Shen Xiu could hear a trace of concern in it. "Forcibly summoning the Thunder Emperor's phantom with Saint Emperor Realm cultivation has already damaged your meridians."
Shen Xiu shook his head with a bitter smile. "If I hadn't risked it all, I wouldn't