“What? You actually dared to kill Young Master Lin?! You’re dead, you know that? Young Master Lin’s family won’t let you off. They will find you wherever you are and kill you!”
The woman froze in place, dumbfounded, as she saw Lin Ba’s head, which had burst like a watermelon.
She never expected Chen Fan to actually have the audacity to kill Lin Ba.
Was he not even the slightest bit afraid of the Watermoon City’s Lin Clan?
“Shut your mouth. If another word comes out of it, I’ll kill you too!”
Chen Fan shot an icy cold stare over, making her face lose all color from fear, trembling uncontrollably.
Chen Fan wasn’t someone with a soft, merciful heart.
He swung the Killing Wind repeatedly, unleashing streaks of incredibly sharp sword qi that fell upon the heavily injured servants, killing them.
Suddenly, a swift and fierce sword light flew in from afar. In the blink of an eye, it struck the woman, cleaving her in two before she even realized what had happened.
The sword light’s momentum didn’t dissipate, and it continued darting toward Chen Fan.
Surprised by this sudden turn of events, Chen Fan's face darkened as he punched, obliterating the sword light into fragments.
He raised his head and looked to the distance.
Four silhouettes swiftly darted over and arrived at the scene quickly.
“Floating Cloud Sword Sect!”
Qin Yao's eyes narrowed as she recognized the attire of the four individuals.
Chen Fan's emotions also stirred, realizing that the four were disciples of the Floating Cloud Sword Sect.
“What is the meaning of this?” Chen Fan asked with a low voice, his expression stern.
The earlier sword attack was clearly aimed at his life.
Had he not been strong enough, that sword light would have taken his life after cutting that woman in half.
The leader, Wang Tengfei, looked at Chen Fan disdainfully, not uttering a word as if Chen Fan wasn't worthy of speaking to him.
The youth in the golden robe smiled coldly and said, "Kid, since you know we're disciples of the Floating Cloud Sword Sect, you should also know that we are far superior to a group of trash like Lin Ba's followers.
“Now, retrieve the Realm Breaking Pill from Lin Ba and hand it over, along with the Fire Spirit Chalcedony you acquired. Kneel, and perhaps you can still walk away with your life. Otherwise, death is the only outcome for you!”
The youth in golden robes made no effort to conceal their intentions, openly revealing their sinister motives.
They wanted both items: the Fire Spirit Chalcedony and the Realm Breaking Pill.
Chen Fan had purchased the Fire Spirit Chalcedony at a high price, while Lin Ba had won the Realm Breaking Pill. From their point of view, this was them stealing food from a tiger’s mouth. Naturally, they wouldn’t let this matter end just .
They had been tailing Chen Fan and Lin Ba since they left the World’s End Pavilion, acting as the unseen oriole from behind.
“Kneel and offer them up with both hands. Remember, I want you on your knees!”
“That’s right. Any delay will bring death to you!” added another. The remaining man and woman laughed coldly, their intense killing intent fixated on Chen Fan. They made it clear that any resistance would be swiftly met with lethal force.
“Floating Cloud Sword Sect...”
Chen Fan looked at the four. Despite being targeted by their fierce aura, he remained calm and composed. With great equanimity, he said, “Very well. You dare to plot against me? All four of you are destined to die, even if you are disciples of the Floating Cloud Sword Sect!”
“Senior Sister, hold the line for me, and don’t let them run away. I’ll kill them all!”
Chen Fan instructed Qin Yao without turning back. He moved like a gale, producing a loud whistle, his Killing Wind Sword aimed at the head of the youth in golden robes.
“Damn it! You dare to underestimate our Floating Cloud Sword Sect? That's a capital offense. You deserve a thousand deaths. I will kill you!”
The man in golden robes was immediately enraged. His aura erupted, creating powerful airwaves that swept out, stirring up sand and gravel.
“You guys don’t have to do anything. I alone am enough to kill him. I will make him regret humiliating our Floating Cloud Sword Sect!” shouted the man in the golden robes. The long sword at his back flew out of its sheath, radiating a fierce aura in all directions as if the surrounding air had transformed into sword qi.
“You little bastard, you think you’re worthy of using a sword in front of me, Jin Guanglie? I’ll show you what a sword really is! Die!” Jin Guanglie, the youth in golden robes, swung his arm, making his sword tremble continuously.
Primeval qi streams slithered around the blade, condensing into lethal tips that flew out, spreading densely and sealing the area.
The Floating Cloud Sword Sect had built its foundation on the sword. Among the nearly hundred sects in the Great Chu Empire, their sword art ranked among the top. Every disciple there practiced with a sword, resulting in their formidable combat strength.
The powerful sword tips swept across the ground, reducing the gravel to powder.
With just one move, Jin Guanglie had displayed this tremendous strength.
“Petty tricks. Break!”
Chen Fan remained unfazed, his expression unchanged.
He activated his cultivation; with a swift arm swing, the Killing Wind Sword accurately intercepted the sword tips, shattering them with a resounding bang.
They all crumbled; there wasn’t a single miss.
“Die!” Simultaneously, Chen Fan formed a fist with his left hand. His muscles crackled, and tendons and bones resonated thunderously as he unleashed a powerful punch. The force resembled a roaring dragon, making the air explode with a deafening boom.
Jin Guanglie’s expression sank when he sensed the terrifying force behind this punch. He retreated urgently, continuously thrusting his arm forward. Streams of qi transformed into sharp sword lights, attempting to counter the punch.
Chen Fan leaped up, instantly giving chase. His expression was cold and ruthless.
Killing Wind Sword gleamed with a chilling light, accompanied by thunderous claps.
A swathe of lightning clouds about a hundred feet wide gathered above Jin Guanglie. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. Bolts of lightning transformed into sword lights, striking down with precision.
“Sword Light Shivers Nineteen States...” [1]
As Jin Guanglie unleashed his ultimate move, his sword emanated a burst of light.
Streaks of sword qi shot out, slicing the space. As Jin Guanglie raised his arm, an incomparably swift and fierce sword light darted forward, growing as thick as a water bucket.
The man and woman's unease turned into cold smiles upon witnessing Jin Guanglie's execution of the Sword Light Shivers Nineteen States.
“This brat actually forced Senior Brother Jin Guanglie to use Sword Light Shivers Nineteen States. He does have some strength. No wonder he killed Lin Ba’s group so easily alone,” said the woman.
“That’s right, but that’s all he amounts to. With Senior Brother Jin Guanglie using this move, he’s dead without a doubt!” the other youth said with a cold smile.
Wang Tengfei remained silent, his expression calm as ever, seemingly disinterested in the unfolding events.
“Little bastard, you should be proud of yourself for making me use this move to kill you,” Jin Guanglie said coldly.
A dazzling sword light shot out, piercing the thunderclouds. Streaks of sword light descended from the clouds, cutting through the air and illuminating the surroundings.
A voice, like the call of a grim reaper, rang out.
The sword light that had rushed into the thunderclouds was instantly obliterated. Simultaneously, a purple streak of lightning struck down like a dragon, engulfing the heavens and earth.
Wang Tengfei's expressionless face suddenly revealed a hint of dread as he witnessed the purple lightning dragon about to consume Jin Guanglie. With a swift swing of his arm, his long sword flew out of its sheath, unleashing a terrifying sword light aimed at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan's expression shifted as he redirected his strike, intercepting the slash from Wang Tengfei.
With a loud rumble, the two sword lights exploded. The resulting shockwave rippled through Jin Guanglie, riddling him with bloody, nasty holes. His miserable screams rang continuously.
Chen Fan was forced to retreat, but he quickly recovered and flicked his fingers. A streak of primeval qi, as sharp as a sword, shot out, targeting Jin Guanglie.
“You’re courting death!”
Wang Tengfei moved. He spread out his fingers, and his primeval qi turned into a large net, enveloping Jin Guanglie and pulling him back.
However, he was one step too late. A bloody hole appeared between Jin Guanglie’s eyebrows. He was already dead.
1. Reference to a line in Gu Long’s 1976 novel, Third Young Master’s Sword ?