“Now, who will save you?”
Chen Fan's voice, icy and commanding, echoed in Yan Qi's ear, akin to the god of death pronouncing his imminent death.
“No! Don’t kill me! I admit defeat! I admit defeat! I beg you, please spare me!” Yan Qi, consumed by fear, pleaded desperately.
“Admit defeat? Begging for mercy?”
Chen Fan thought he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
Yan Qi wanted to kill Chen Fan, but since he couldn’t win and was at death’s door, he was begging for mercy. Was there such a good deal in the world?
“You forgot where we are? This is the life-and-death arena. Is that even possible?”
Chen Fan’s voice was still icy.
“Is this for real? Chen Fan’s sword strike actually forced Zhao Gao back. He now holds Yan Qi’s life in his hands.”
“It’s no wonder he dared to challenge Senior Brother Duan Jingtian. To push Zhao Gao back, he is indeed an unusual character. He should be proud even in death.”
The nearby crowd whispered among themselves.
Chen Fan’s cultivation was only in the early stage of the second level, while Zhao Gao was at the peak of the third level. The latter could be considered a top-tier expert among the inner sect elite disciples. Those in the same cultivation realm weren’t a match for him, even if they joined forces.
The disparity didn't deter Chen Fan from showcasing his prowess, earning the respect of those witnessing the spectacle.
Zhao Gao’s expression became hideous when he heard the crowd’s discussion.
He was two small realms above Chen Fan. And Zhao Gao’s last attack, though casual, had enough strength to kill ordinary experts at the second level.
Yet, it failed to even injure Chen Fan. Moreover, his sword strike had thrown Zhao Gao back. This failure, compounded by the shame of being unable to save Yan Qi, frustrated Zhao Gao.
“Just try to kill him if you dare. I’ll make your life worse than death!”
Zhao Gao stared at the sword in Chen Fan’s hand with a sinister gaze.
“Please let me go,” Yan Qi begged, trembling.
“Let you go? Okay, imagine this. Would you have let me go if I were the one on the ground?” Chen Fan's sword flashed, blood sprayed, and Yan Qi met a swift death.
The crowd couldn't help but internally cheer as Chen Fan, unmoved by Zhao Gao's threats, decisively ended Yan Qi's life—an action that further humiliated Zhao Gao.
Zhao Gao’s aura erupted suddenly, sending out a bone-chilling cold.
Chen Fan's blatant disregard for his warnings, slitting Yan Qi's throat in front of everyone, was a profound insult—one even worse than pushing him back.
“You’ve succeeded in angering me, you little bastard. You’ll regret this. You’ll regret provoking me. Prepare to meet your end. I’ll make you scream so loud the entire sect will be shaken!” said Zhao Gao viciously.
The crowd thought Chen Fan was in for a bad time.
Even if Chen Fan had spared Yan Qi, he still would have died, albeit without the torment. However, by infuriating Zhao Gao, he had set the stage for a far more brutal fate—a fate filled with torture and suffering worse than death.
The mere thought of Chen Fan's agonizing screams echoing throughout the inner sect, a result of the torture he would suffer at Zhao Gao's hands, sent shivers down the onlookers' spines.
“Then what are you doing, standing down there? Get up here!”
Yet, when Chen Fan's response came, it defied expectations. His overbearing and indifferent voice resonated from the life-and-death arena, challenging the crowd's anticipation.
The crowd thought that Chen Fan wanted to display arrogance in the face of his impending doom.
Zhao Gao's expression contorted through various shades of humiliation, an experience unparalleled since he joined the Spring Autumn Sect.
“Since you want to die sooner, I’ll grant your wish!”
Zhao Gao's hatred burned fiercely. With a fierce stomp, he ascended like a roc, wings spread, onto the life-and-death arena, launching himself at Chen Fan.
The air stirred as Zhao Gao unleashed a palm strike without holding back.
In mid-air, the force in his palm surged and roared, creating waves that rippled through the arena, making it quiver.
“Wind Demon Blood Rain!”
“Wind Demon Grotto Heaven!”
Chen Fan wielded his sword. His primeval force fused with the sword light, forming a terrifyingly lethal strike. It flew out, producing sharp, ear-piercing whistling noises.
A powerful explosion boomed, and a fierce wind swept out, along with the qi going berserk and storming out.
With a cold shout, Zhao Gao shot out of the storm.
Black primeval force surged around him like a ghostly aura. His palm traced ominous circles, conjuring a colossal black seal exuding an eerie aura.
The black palm brought up boundless gloomy wind and ghostly qi, breaking through the air and rushing straight toward Chen Fan.
“Heavens! Hand of Death, Death Descent! That’s the move from the middle-profound tier martial skill!”
“Even if it doesn't kill Chen Fan, he'll be gravely injured and be unable to counter Zhao Gao’s attacks.”
“Hand of Death has sealed Chen Fan’s fate.”
“Zhao Gao won't end it quickly; he'll relish torturing him. Brace yourselves for Chen Fan's screams.”
The nearby crowd saw a black palm seal and sensed the ghostly aura. It swept forth with terrifying force like the hand of the heavens, descending upon Chen Fan.
Violent air currents surged, creating a whirlwind that stifled breathing.
At the peak of the third level, Zhao Gao possessed great strength and cultivated a high-tier cultivation technique. Moreover, he had just executed a mid-profound tier martial skill. Not many disciples in the same cultivation level were a match for him in the entire sect.
Despite Chen Fan's prior victories over Shen Qing and Yan Qi, the gap in strength between them and Zhao Gao was insurmountable. The onlookers had little hope that Chen Fan could reverse the dire situation.
Noticing Zhao Gao’s palm, Song Yang’s face changed from an icy and ugly expression into a faint smile.
Shen Qing and Yan Qi’s deaths were unexpected; with Zhao Gao taking action, nothing could go wrong.
An invisible force descended upon Chen Fan in the arena, rendering him immobile, as if an unseen hand was gripping him.
Though momentarily taken aback, Chen Fan recognized that Zhao Gao was strong. Still, dealing with Zhao Gao was a trivial matter for him, requiring just a single move.
I can’t use my full strength. How troublesome.
Chen Fan sighed in his heart.
If it weren’t for him being apprehensive of Duan Jingtian, he would have smacked Zhao Gao to death in one palm strike, like swatting a mosquito.
However, he had no choice but to play his part and continue the act now.
“Undefeated King’s Fist!”
Chen Fan roared, his aura boiled fiercely, activating his second-level Yuanfu realm’s power to the limit.
Simultaneously, he activated the Myriad Elephants Divine Art, causing his stature to grow a meter taller.
His limbs now seemingly had steel tendons and iron bones. The image of three heads and six arms appeared, dancing wildly like a group of demons, as he punched out violently.
The explosive sounds reverberated through the air as Chen Fan's terrifying fist force collided with the Hand of Death, creating a continuous series of deafening explosions.