Chen Fan quickly leaped between trees, darting through the forest.
Perched high on a massive tree, Chen Fan concealed his presence as best he could and surveyed the area ahead.
A towering peak loomed in the distance, reaching into the sky.
At the foot of the peak was a gigantic cave, its entrance charred by fire. Waves of scorching hot air currents gushed out from the cave.
This was the lair of a demon beast.
In front of this cave was a clearing with rocks scattered about. The rocks showed signs of being melted into glaze by fire.
A lion was playing in this rocky clearing.
“Amethyst Horned Lion!” Chen Fan’s pupils shrunk violently.
Amethyst Horned Lions were a mighty species of demon beasts.
Even the weakest mature Amethyst Horned Lion was comparable to a Qi Grandmaster in human terms. The stronger ones could rival experts of the Yuanfu realm.
The cub in the clearing seemed to be a tier-one, third-level beast, equivalent to a third-level martial artist.
That roar from earlier must be a warning from the cub’s mother, warning the nearby demon beasts not to lay their hands on it. Chen Fan quickly realized.
He fixed his gaze on the cave, sensing the immense power emanating from within.
“A mature ninth-level Amethyst Horned Lion!”
Chen Fan quickly ran the numbers in his head. Soon, his eyes gleamed, and a cold smile played at the corners of his mouth. “Got it!”
He shot out like an arrow, fast as a bolt of lightning.
The young lion didn't even have time to react before Chen Fan struck it down. He stowed the corpse away with a quick hand movement and dashed into the forest.
At almost the same time, an earth-shaking, furious roar resounded, and a thirty-foot-long Amethyst Horned Lion came rushing out from the cave.
The Amethyst Horned Lion had sensed its cub’s aura disappearing and knew something untoward had happened to its child. It bellowed, catching sight of Chen Fan darting into the forest.
Its angry roar resounded through heaven and earth.
Clusters of purple flames swirled on the sharp, spiral horn on the lion's head. Like a flamethrower, the flames shot out from the horn's tip.
The trees touched by the purple flames ignited. Crackling sounds filled the air as the trees were swiftly reduced to ash.
Chen Fan's heart trembled, and he dared not pause for even a moment.
Channeling all the primeval qi in his dantian to his feet, he executed the Ghostly Shadow Steps, his figure flickering through the forest like a phantom.
Behind him, the Amethyst Horned Lion’s ferocious aura filled the space, giving off a suffocating feeling as it chased Chen Fan crazily. All the trees that stood in its way turned to ash.
Furious, the Amethyst Horned Lion shot terrifying purple flames from its horn while roaring. It wanted to burn the killer of its cub to death, but the flames spread through the forest.
Chen Fan kept moving, ensuring he didn't linger in one place. Using the forest as a cover, he dodged the lion's flames several times by the skin of his teeth.
“Sir Blood Shirt, I hope you’ll present!”
Chen Fan fled desperately, a sinister smile playing on his lips.
He was heading straight for Sir Blood Shirt’s valley.
Sir Blood Shirt condensed a new fresh blood altar in the blood pool. Qi and blood energy flowed into him through his pores, nourishing his cultivation.
His few remaining servants and subordinates lay in wait, ready to spring their trap on Chen Fan.
Suddenly, a violent rumble echoed from outside the valley.
These people quickly became nervous. Sir Blood Shirt stopped cultivating, and his eyes snapped open, a chilling light flashing in them.
“That damned little bastard, he’s here again!” Sir Blood Shirt rose from the blood altar, his voice icy.
“Let’s go. That brat didn't sneak in this time; he's causing a ruckus outside the valley. He knows we’ve set up an ambush inside. Damn it, seriously. This time, I’ll make sure to kill him even if I have to draw the attention of the four great sects!” Sir Blood Shirt said furiously.
He led his three subordinates out of the valley.
“Haha, Sir Blood Shirt, I’m here again!”
Sir Blood Shirt had just left the valley when he heard Chen Fan’s laughter. His face twisted from anger. “You wretched little bastard, I’ll capture you even if you run off to the ends of the world. I will teach you the price you’ll have to pay for offending me!”
Sir Blood Shirt stomped the ground and charged fiercely toward Chen Fan as if he would really pursue him to the ends of the earth.
“Haha, Sir Blood Shirt, I’m here to give you a present this time!”
Chen Fan’s eyes shone when Sir Blood Shirt charged at him. He took out the corpse and threw it violently at him. “Watch out for my hidden weapon!”
Sir Blood Shirt was taken aback and swiftly thrust out a palm, driving his qi.
Sir Blood Shirt obliterated the corpse. Fresh blood splattered everywhere, staining his clothes.
“Damn it, you dare trick me!”
Sir Blood Shirt was fuming with anger.
He really thought it was some kind of hidden weapon. Unexpectedly, Chen Fan had thrown a demon beast’s corpse at him.
Sir Blood Shirt reached out with his palm and grabbed at the air. His primeval qi condensed into the Blood Shadow Divine Whip, lashing at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan fended off the attacks slightly, then used its force to fly backward, falling into the thicket.
The Amethyst Horned Lion suddenly burst out from the forest, its eyes blazing with fury.
The scent of its cub’s blood on Sir Bloodshirt sent the creature into a rage, making the purple flames on the tip of its horn flare up and shoot toward Sir Bloodshirt.
Sir Blood Shirt quickly realized that Chen Fan had played him like a fiddle.
Chen Fan had slain the Amethyst Horned Lion's cub and intentionally led it to this valley.
He was stained with the Amethyst Horned Lion cub’s fresh blood. He could not get himself out of this mess even if he tried.
Sir Blood Shirt was on the verge of vomiting blood from anger.
For days, he had endured constant harassment from Chen Fan, who had killed many of his subordinates. Now, he had been saddled with this calamity.
He didn’t even have the luxury of being angry now, as the Amethyst Horned Lion was already launching attacks at him.
The creature's purple flames engulfed him, their searing heat causing intense pain and roasting his skin.
“Blood Shadow Divine Whip, Whirlwind Drill!”
Sir Bloodshirt swung his arm, causing his Blood Shadow Divine Whip to act like a drill. It shattered the Amethyst Horned Lion's purple flames into countless sparks.