He seized the assassin, ripped out his soul, then lit a flame at his fingertip. The man's body became a lamp, and its flame burned his soul!
"Ah..." The scream tore from his throat, but the unending pain soon reduced him to helpless wails!
And when he thought of enduring that agony forever, he realized even death would be beyond his reach!
After punishing the assassin, Ye Fan took his maid in his arms and flew into the sky. His overwhelming aura swept outward, killing intent filling the air. He looked down at those who had hunted him and said coldly, "Every last one of you deserves to die!"
He reached out with one hand, as though grasping the entire sky in his fist!
"Heavenly Emperor Fist!"
The punch struck. The sky shattered, and Dao Rhyme scattered!
Boundless force swept through the pursuing army!
As the gale blew, the people before him crumbled one by one like sand in the wind. It was terrifying!
Seeing their pursuers fall back, the exhausted defenders who had protected Ye Fan surged into a counterattack!
They threw themselves into the fray, charging the enemy!
But Ye Fan seemed to see none of the clamor of the battlefield!
His thoughts had turned inward. He gazed at the maid in his arms, overcome by a feeling he could not put into words!
Because Ren had intervened in Ye Fan's life, he had never met the women he otherwise would have known. He had walked his path alone and unburdened. Once he entered the Desolate Pagoda, he had faced life and death at every turn. Whatever thoughts he'd had of women had long since faded.
Yet when he looked back, she had been there all along. His maid, the woman he had always called Xiaodie. She had