"You..." Lan Qiu's expression turned ugly. "Chen Fan, I finally found an immortal's abode that I had a chance of breaking into. I attacked it for so long—I was just about to break through the barrier!"
Chen Fan gave a short laugh. "Oh, so what?"
Lan Qiu's mouth twitched. "Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're strong. If you push me too far, don't blame me for being rude..."
Chen Fan merely sneered.
"Then show me how rude you can be."
Seeing Chen Fan act like this, Lan Qiu's face stiffened. His mouth twitched, and after a long while, he gave a bitter smile. "Chen Fan, I'm willing to yield. I'm willing to share this abode with you. As for the treasures inside, we'll each rely on our own abilities..."
His strength was inferior to Chen Fan's. Faced with Chen Fan's tyranny, he had no choice but to back down.
But Chen Fan laughed. He made a grasping motion, and the Cold Edge Sword appeared in his hand. "What kind of nonsense are you dreaming? I found this immortal's abode—why should I share it with you?"
"Get lost at once, or don't blame me for being rude!"
When Lan Qiu saw the Cold Edge Sword in Chen Fan's hand, his face froze. "Chen Fan, what are you doing? You dare attack me? Once I leave Kongming Heaven, I'll definitely report you to Lord Star Sovereign!"
Chen Fan sneered. "Do you believe I can kill you before you teleport out of Kongming Heaven?"
He made no effort to conceal his killing intent.
During these years of secluded cultivation,
although Chen Fan had not devoted much energy to the Dao of Slaughter, even that slight investment had already allowed his Dao of Slaughter to break through to the