Uproot the Grass and Eliminate the Roots

The black-clad martial artist's mouth twitched, but his eyes quietly darted about.

Roar!

Seeing its master threatened by the suddenly appearing Chen Fan, the Golden Light Lion let out a furious roar and pounced at Chen Fan.

The Golden Light Lion possessed little Wisdom, but it was fiercely loyal and feared no death!

Chen Fan merely sneered.

A black flying sword suddenly appeared and rapidly expanded, growing more than thirty feet long in the blink of an eye. With a sharp whoosh, it shot forth and directly blasted the Golden Light Lion away!

The great lion had been severely injured. How much could it possibly have recovered in less than two hours?

Chen Fan's single flying sword strike left it dazed and disoriented.

Chen Fan abruptly turned back toward the black-clad martial artist. A chill flashed across his face as the Flying Shadow Sword in his hand suddenly slashed down at an angle, severing one of the man's arms.

The spirit talisman that had suddenly appeared in his hand fell to the ground along with it.

Chen Fan did not conceal his killing intent in the slightest. "Make another move... and I'll cut you down immediately!"

At such close range, even though this man was at the third level of the Dao Domain, there was no way he could pull any tricks beneath Chen Fan's sword.

The black-clad martial artist's mouth twitched. Enduring the intense pain, he stopped what he was doing and looked at Chen Fan, shaking his head. "Junior Brother, you and I are both Sword Sect core disciples. You should know that if you kill me, the Sword Sect will not let you off..."

"You sure have a lot of nonsense to say!"

Chen Fan sneered. "You're in my hands. Even if I don't kill you, I