Elsewhere, the battle between Qing Xian and Chen Qing was also drawing to a close. All the green lotuses swayed, pouring out chaos qi as they pressed forward to suppress him.
In an instant, the Immortal Palace servant was shaken until he coughed blood and went flying.
Although he was extraordinary and gifted enough to stand alongside the Divine Sons and Saintesses of the Great Churches, he ultimately fell short of a First Generation like Qing Xian. A prolonged battle would spell his death.
"Brother Hou, Chen Lin!" Chen Qing's eyes widened. The companions who had arrived with him had been dealt with so quickly that he could hardly believe it.
"Servants are servants. Killing them is as easy as slaughtering chickens. How boring."
Lin Fan stood there lazily, dragging a True Hou's body by a rope. Crystalline purple-gold blood flowed from its wounds, shimmering with auspicious radiance.
"Ah..." Chen Qing's face flushed crimson. Those words plunged into his heart like knives, filling him with unbearable anguish. He threw back his head and roared.
Not only he, but even Qing Xian, who was fighting him, was astonished. Her beautiful eyes gleamed as she muttered, "This fellow really is strong now. Few in this age can compare to him."
"Hurry up and finish him. Don't waste time. I'm in a hurry to eat some roast meat."
Lin Fan walked over to Yue Chan and asked whether meat roasted with azure moon flame would taste different.
At his question, Yue Chan rolled her clear black-and-white eyes at him. Using such a rare, precious flame to prepare food-only he could come up with that.
"Don't get too smug. Even if I'm not an official disciple of the Immortal Palace, I can still drag one of you down to hell with me!" Chen Qing