Liao Fan’s words left Chen Fan shivering as he imagined the horrifying scene.
He wanted to subject Chen Fan to the most excruciating tortures imaginable. He wanted to make Chen Fan watch as demon beasts ate him alive and hear his bones crunching.
Liao Fan's words caused goose bumps to rise on Chen Fan's skin.
Liao Fan was undoubtedly full of malice!
Fortunately, Chen Fan’s cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds. His overall strength now allowed him to fight experts in the fifth level of the Qigong realm; from what he had heard from Liao Feng, he knew that Liao Fan was at the fifth level. So Chen Fan felt assured that he had a chance in a confrontation.
“Senior Brother Liao Fan... We’ve found this kid. Shouldn’t you...”
Yan Zheng looked at Liao Fan, eyes full of anticipation. “Of course, I do believe in Senior Brother Liao Fan’s character. You can also give me the reward after we return to the sect.”
Now that he had brought Liao Fan to Chen Fan, Yan Zheng believed it was time to collect his reward.
Fifty primeval stones were enough for Yan Zheng to advance his third level cultivation to the fifth level, allowing him to shine brightly at the Outer Sect Grand Competition.
“Of course. I’ll give them to you now.” Liao Fan lifted his left hand to his chest
Suddenly, he swung his right hand; with a swish, a cold sword light flashed in front of Yan Zheng’s face like lightning.
Yan Zheng instantly stiffened, and his eyes widened. He stared at Liao Fan, trying to reach out and grab him in disbelief, but it was as if all his strength had slipped away.
Chen Fan also shook in that instant, and his pupils shrunk violently.
Starting from his forehead and going all the way down to his chin and neck, a red line appeared on Yan Zheng. The blood pressure inside made his head abruptly pop open, spurting fresh blood everywhere.
Liao Fan had killed Yan Zheng with a sudden and swift sword strike.
Chen Fan felt a chill in his heart. From their conversation, he had roughly inferred what had happened.
Liao Fan had likely put up a bounty in the sect to draw many disciples to Qingyang Mountain Range in search of his whereabouts.
When he had broken through to the fourth level the other day, he did sense someone spying from behind. That was most probably Yan Zheng.
Afterward, Yan Zheng probably told Liao Fan his whereabouts and brought him to this valley stream.
Yan Zheng had expected Liao Fan to honor the deal; unexpectedly, Liao Fan had no such intention and killed him quickly with a single swing. The poor fellow couldn’t even react properly.
A chill went down Chen Fan’s spine. He examined Liao Fan. This man was ruthless and definitely a dangerous individual.
“All right, there’s no one else in the way. Now, it’s your turn!”
Liao Fan’s expression was cold. The act of murder had failed to change his countenance even slightly.
It was as if killing Yan Zheng was only a trivial matter, unworthy of his attention and no different from stepping on an ant.
Suddenly, Chen Fan thrust his palm forward, unleashing a burst of golden light.
A Vajra Seal, the size of a millstone, materialized and swiftly hurtled toward Liao Fan. The seal created powerful shockwaves, causing the air to explode in waves.
Liao Fan's eyes widened, caught off guard by Chen Fan's unexpected attack.
However, his reaction was swift. He tapped his feet lightly and retreated, putting some distance between them.
His eyes gleamed with a cold light as he swiftly swung his arm, unleashing a cold radiance on the Vajra Seal. The flash cleaved the Vajra Seal, and it crumbled away.
Seizing the advantage, Chen Fan wasted no time as Liao Fan attempted to retreat and quickly closed the distance.
The primeval qi in his dantian revolved wildly, emanating a powerful aura. He unleashed a relentless barrage of palm strikes, making the air reverberate with a sound reminiscent of crashing waves.
Palm seals had flooded the space around Liao Fan, filling the area with terrifying power. The strikes resonated with a deafening roar.
Liao Fan sensed the growing strength of the palm strikes directed at him; moreover, Chen Fan seemed intent on continuing this barrage endlessly. Chakravarti Seals shot out one after another, roaring at him, wanting to crush him to bits.
“That’s a little interesting. A martial arts trash went from the Body Refinement realm to the fourth level of the Qigong realm in just two months. Looks like you’ve indeed come across some heavenly fortuitous encounter.”
Even so, Liao Fan wasn’t flustered in the slightest.
He kept waving his arm. Streaks of cold light exploded in front of him, one after another, carrying a sharp aura, breaking apart the waves of incoming Chakravarti Seals.
“You got this powerful martial skill from that fortuitous encounter, didn’t you? Decent power; sadly, your cultivation is too weak. It can’t be a threat to me! Break!”
Liao Fan let out a stern cry. Cold light radiated from his long sword, seemingly freezing the air into sword qi. The attack struck Chen Fan, and he felt slight stinging pain.
Suddenly, the crackling of thunder reverberated through the air.
Liao Fan swung his sword, its blade adorned with threads of purple electricity that resembled agile snakes darting about.
A sound reminiscent of tofu being sliced echoed in the air.
That purple flash of electricity moved like thunder, leaving a lingering burnt scent as it scorched the air in its wake.
The Chakravarti Seals that Chen Fan continuously unleashed shattered like blocks of tofu upon impact.
The streak of purple sword light didn’t lose momentum even after that and ended up slashing at Chen Fan, scaring him.
He didn’t expect Liao Fan’s slash to be so powerful. Not only did it break through his Chakravarti Seal, but it still had enough force to slash at him.
Chen Fan subconsciously took two steps back, yet the sword light showed no signs of relenting or dissipating. His pupils shrunk, and his muscles tensed, emitting an unbreakable aura.
Chen Fan shouted. His spine bent like a bow, his tendons acted like the bowstring, and his fists filled with strength like arrows as he attacked the sharp purple sword light.
This punch carried close to 6,000 jin of power behind it. The fist was like a cannonball, roaring in the air.
The space shook, and a fierce wind swept out, blowing the dirt and rocks away. The iron-like fist smashed into the sword light, directly shattering it.
Chen Fan checked his fist. It was in perfect condition. There wasn’t even a mark on it. His face lit up. The defense of the Myriad Elephants Divine Art's third layer was very strong.
“Hmm, you even started practicing body cultivation. This should also be something you’ve obtained from that fortuitous encounter. Not bad, not bad. These are all mine now.”
Liao Fan narrowed his eyes, revealing a look of ecstasy.
When Liao Fan discovered that Chen Fan had killed his younger brother, he wondered how someone like Chen Fan pulled that off. He speculated that Chen Fan must have encountered some kind of fortuitous opportunity.
The seals and the body cultivation method Chen Fan had revealed were both truly extraordinary. If he could obtain them, his cultivation would surely improve greatly, advancing by leaps and bounds.
“I’ll give you a choice, little bastard. Hand that fortuitous encounter to me, and I’ll grant you a quick death. Otherwise, get ready to hear demon beasts munching on your bones.”
Liao Fan stared at Chen Fan with a greedy look in his eyes.
“You will kill me even if I hand over that to you? Since I’m dying either way, why should I give it to you!?” Chen Fan said coldly. Unexpectedly, Liao Fan had guessed that he had encountered a fortuitous encounter.
“You still want to live after killing my younger brother? What a joke. Handing them over just buys you a quick death. I am already showing you great mercy, so don’t turn it down,” Liao Fan said, laughing coldly.
“Hmph, if you want a fight, then that’s what I’ll give you. Enough nonsense. And why are you so sure you will win?”
Chen Fan’s gaze turned sharp. His combat strength was comparable to an expert at the peak of the fifth level of the Qigong realm, so Liao Fan would have a tough time killing him.