Whoosh!
An indescribably swift sword flashed past.
Zhao Rong's body suddenly froze.
With a crack.
The flying sword floating before him, along with his body, was cleaved in two!
A flicker of regret and despair passed through his eyes.
His body fell straight down.
The gap in their levels was far too great. Chen Fan's sword, containing the Great Dao of the Sword, had obliterated even his true spirit!
Yet as Chen Fan slew him in a single stroke, not even the slightest bit of harm came to Jimo Zi at his side!
This was suppression on the level of power.
Even without using any enhanced strength, relying solely on his own cultivation and comprehension, that sword would have been enough to instantly kill an ordinary Chang Sheng Fifth Layer cultivator and threaten one at the Chang Sheng Sixth Layer!
Zhao Rong was merely an ordinary Chang Sheng cultivator who had advanced through external means. How could he possibly withstand Chen Fan's swordsmanship?
Afterward, Chen Fan swept out with his divine sense, and with a thought, guided Jimo Zi as she flew before Zhao Kong.
Zhao Kong caught the unconscious Jimo Zi in his arms, his face filled with excitement and exhilaration as he repeatedly thanked Chen Fan. "Thank you, Senior! Thank you, Senior!"
Chen Fan waved his hand, put away Zhao Rong's corpse, then urged Little Butterfly onward and left with the others.
Although they could not use "Endless Distance" again for the time being, Little Butterfly's speed still allowed the three of them to return to the Great Qian Imperial Capital before long.
Zhao clan.
At this very moment.
Chen Wudao had already successfully brought the Zhao clan under control.
What a joke.
Although the Zhao clan was one of Great Qian's foremost families, their strongest member was