Chen Fan collected the many treasures Black Luo had left behind after his death.
Then he took out the Sun-Covering Mirror once more.
He began to obscure the heavenly secrets.
In truth, even with the Sun-Covering Mirror, Chen Fan knew that news of Black Luo's death at his hands could not be completely concealed. Obscuring the heavenly secrets had its limits; Chen Fan would likely find it difficult to hide it from experts at the Demon God King level.
Therefore, the Night Wraith Clan would certainly learn that he was the one who had killed Black Luo. It was merely a matter of time.
Yet despite knowing this, Chen Fan had still directly gone in for the kill, because he understood one thing.
With Beiming around, the Night Wraith Clan would not send another Demon God King after him.
Beiming's strength was far too terrifying. An Immortal of the Great Dao of the Sword—even if the Night Wraith Clan's three Demon God Kings joined forces, they might not be his match!
Moreover, Beiming was decisive and exceptionally unyielding by nature. If he said he would kill, he killed, with no regard whatsoever for the bigger picture.
Black Luo might indeed have been a Demon God King seed, but a seed was only a seed. Naturally, he could not truly be equated with a Demon God King.
The Night Wraith Clan would not risk even a Demon God King's possible death to attack Chen Fan...
"As long as the Night Wraith Clan doesn't send a Demon God King, they cannot possibly kill me!"
Chen Fan had confidence in himself.
He licked his lips.
He did not regret what he had done.
Black Luo had wanted to kill him merely because he had embarrassed Black God. He deserved death more than anyone.