Chen Fan did not understand the Demon Blade Tribe's language, but he spoke the human race's common tongue.
Given the strength of the human race, most other races understood the human race's common tongue as well.
Upon hearing Chen Fan's words, a fierce glint flashed through the eyes of the Demon Blade Tribe marquis. Yet he said nothing. His body quietly retreated, as though slipping into the void, and vanished from Chen Fan's sight in the blink of an eye.
Chen Fan merely shook his head.
Within this tree hollow space, even Chen Fan, who had cultivated the Cosmic Space Secret Canon to the eighth level, could not easily tear open space. Let alone an ordinary sixth-level Longevity cultivator.
That man appeared to have activated some spatial divine ability, but in truth, he had merely used some kind of concealment technique.
Red and black strands of light flickered turbulently within Chen Fan's eyes.
As a powerful ocular divine ability, the Demon-Killing Eye not only possessed offensive power and the ability to create Demon-Killing Clones, but also had a certain capacity to see through concealment and illusion.
The next instant, he made a grasping motion into the air. The Cold Edge Sword abruptly descended toward a certain spot before him!
Sshk!
Blood splashed forth, and the Demon Blade Tribe expert emerged from concealment, his entire body drenched in blood.
Amid surging lightning, Chen Fan appeared before him once more.
A sharp aura churned and swirled around the Cold Edge Sword.
"You are the first person I've encountered since arriving here. I truly don't want to kill you."
Chen Fan's eyes were icy.
Yet facing Chen Fan, this Demon Blade Tribe marquis's eyes were bloodshot. He had no intention of communicating with Chen Fan. Even in such circumstances, he still took the