“Is he a human or a ghost?”
The Floating Cloud Sword Sect disciples following Wang Fuchen jumped in fright when they saw Chen Fan. However, unlike the two terrified Burning Incense Valley disciples, the Sword Sect disciples displayed ferocious expressions.
Wang Fuchen narrowed his eyes and said, “You’re still alive!”
Chen Fan's appearance here had caught him off guard.
Surviving a fall from the bottomless Scarlet Cliff seemed implausible, especially for someone made of flesh and blood. The fall and the fact that he should have no blood should have ensured Chen Fan's demise.
Yet, there he stood, defying expectations.
In front of them was a living, breathing Chen Fan—a fact Wang Fuchen couldn't deny.
“How could I die when you’re still alive?” Chen Fan's narrowed eyes emitted a dangerous light, prompting a chuckle from Wang Fuchen.
While Chen Fan's survival was unforeseen, Wang Fuchen chose to attribute it to luck rather than dwell on the details.
“You really have a death wish, don’t you?” Wang Fuchen asked, amusement evident. "Surviving Scarlet Cliff was a stroke of luck, yet here you are, presenting yourself at our doorstep. Are you tired of living?"
Wang Fuchen looked at Chen Fan with a faint smile and mocked, “If I were you, I'd have hidden in a hole, preserved my cheap life until training ended after surviving a disaster like that.
“But no, you had to seek death and show up at my doorstep. That’s fine. Since you didn't die last time, I'll kill you once more. Let's see if you'll be so lucky this time.”
Wang Fuchen’s cold killing intent spread out, creating a whirlwind that lifted the sand and made it clash with itself, producing a cacophony.
Chen Fan laughed coldly. His narrowed eyes suddenly widened, an icy light shooting out like a sharp sword. “You’re thinking too highly of yourself.”
“Hehe, anyone can talk big.” Wang Fuchen laughed disdainfully. He stepped forth, and a shocking and suffocating aura rose.
Over the past few days, his cultivation had stabilized, making him stronger.
“Senior Brother Fuchen, you don’t have to lift a finger this time. Leave this little bastard to us,” declared the other Floating Cloud Sword Sect disciples, advancing to attack Chen Fan.
“Little bastard, you just had to barge into hell when the path to heaven is open and make things difficult for yourself. This time, Senior Brother Fuchen won’t need to make a move. The few of us here are enough to kill you again!”
“Hundred Mountain Splitting Heavy Sword, die!”
“Sword Light Shivers Nineteen States!”
The four Floating Cloud Sword Sect disciples—a Qi Grandmaster and the other three at the peak of the eighth level—simultaneously unleashed swift and fierce sword techniques, their sword qi piercing the sky.
However, Chen Fan suddenly shifted, producing a booming explosion as if space itself had erupted. A chaotic white qi current appeared where he was standing.
“Accept your death, Wang Fuchen!”
Chen Fan's gaze remained solely on Wang Fuchen from the beginning, ignoring the other Floating Cloud Sword Sect disciples.
Undefeated King’s Fist gave him three heads and six arms that easily broke the four Floating Cloud Sword Sect disciples’ attacks with loud rumbling noises.
Berserk qi surged in all directions. It carried a ferocious sword aura that left multiple sword marks, each exceeding a hundred meters in length, etched into the sandy ground.
Wang Fuchen's eyes twitched as he moved to intervene, but it was too late.
Miserable screams echoed as the four disciples' attacks were destroyed.
Among the four Floating Cloud Sword Sect disciples, the two at the peak of the eighth level exploded into a bloody mist. The chests of the other two caved in, and they flew hundreds of meters away, crashing onto the ground. Blood spewed out violently from their mouths, along with pieces of their organs.
In the blink of an eye, two disciples were dead, and two lay heavily injured. Despite their sacrifice, they failed to impede Chen Fan, making their sacrifices inconsequential.
Chen Fan swiftly closed the distance, reaching Wang Fuchen.
Wang Fuchen hadn’t expected that his four junior brothers would fail to block Chen Fan; he looked astonished.
He quickly regained his composure, however. He thrust his right hand forward, releasing primeval force that transformed into sharp swords, piercing through everything.
Another chain of intense explosions rang out. The qi went berserk, and gales raged.
Chen Fan remained firm like a mountain, his gaze fierce.
His vigorous primeval qi gushed out, and his physique became sturdy as steel. Strength emanated from deep within his bone marrow as he threw a punch, seemingly capable of breaking through the heavens and annihilating everything.
“Ninth level? He is a Qi Grandmaster!”
A faint ripple finally surfaced in Wang Fuchen’s icy cold gaze.
Chen Fan had not only survived the disaster but also became a Qi Grandmaster. He had genuinely become a Qi Grandmaster without relying on a Blood Ignition Pill.
Chen Fan admitted, coldly smiling. “Did you think I would seek revenge without assurance?”
“Hehe, I do have to admit that you’re really lucky. But you lost to me even when you used the Blood Ignition Pill to become a peak Qi Grandmaster forcibly. Now you’re only a middle-stage Qi Grandmaster, even weaker than before, yet you blabber about revenge?”
Wang Fuchen's laughter dripped with ridicule, but Chen Fan remained unfazed.
"You'll find out soon enough whether I'm boasting," he declared.
While his current cultivation level wasn't as high as when he had used the Blood Ignition Pill, his combat strength had more than doubled.
Chen Fan wasted no time on words, stepping forth again, his aura rapidly escalating.
He also activated Myriad Elephants Divine Art. All his muscles bulged, his tendons and bones cracked, and his aura was like that of a god of war.
An intense pressure swept out, making Wang Fuchen narrow his eyes.
He hadn’t felt this pressure even when Chen Fan had consumed the Blood Ignition Pill.
Although his cultivation level had improved since then and Chen Fan’s cultivation was still below his, it gave him such pressure that his heart tightened uncontrollably.
This explained why Chen Fan hadn't chosen to hide but sought him out—he had become significantly stronger.
Chen Fan wasn’t using a weapon; his physique was the strongest weapon.
With Myriad Elephants Divine Art activated, he became resilient as if his tendons were made of steel and his bones of iron, impervious to harm from weapons.
Every punch, palm, and kick carried tremendous force, seemingly capable of easily shattering a small mountain.
Thunderous sounds echoed, akin to the beat of war drums, as Chen Fan charged at Wang Fuchen like a meteorite with three heads and six arms. His momentum was unrivaled, majestic, and exuded certainty of victory; his eyes were filled with icy killing intent.