Chen Fan watched the figure fleeing rapidly through the darkness. The illusory wings behind him spread wide as his body instantly shifted forward.
In the blink of an eye, he caught up to the shadowy figure.
A surging burst of sharp sword qi erupted once more, its power countless times greater than before.
The shadowy figure could no longer hold on. Amid another great spray of blood, he crashed heavily to the ground.
He was a slightly plump middle-aged man, his face filled with horror and disbelief.
"Don't kill me!"
Chen Fan stepped through the air and arrived before him in a blink. Raising one hand, the Cold Edge Sword emerged from the void. "Who sent you to ambush me?"
This man was only at the fifth level of Chang Sheng.
His strength was ordinary.
If Chen Fan had not wanted to keep him alive and force information out of him, he would have long since been dead.
The middle-aged man's expression twisted with conflict. Then he sighed and raised both hands high. "I'll talk. I'll tell you every—"
Before he could finish, his eyes abruptly turned red and black.
A boundless killing intent surged forth.
From his eyes, a terrifying interwoven ray suddenly shot straight out!
It struck Chen Fan squarely in the body!
Boom!
"The Demon-Killing Eye?!"
The ray was incredibly fast—even Chen Fan had been somewhat too late to react. Yet an illusory suit of armor rose from his body, blocking the ray outside. Though the remaining impact was formidable, it was not enough to inflict any serious harm on Chen Fan.
Chen Fan tilted his head slightly.
"A member of the Primordial Demon Sect..."
He had specifically studied the dozen or so Demon Emperors of the Primordial Demon Sect, yet none matched the man before him.