“Little bastard, who will save you now!”
Song Yang shot an ominous glare at Chen Fan’s departing figure, and the corners of his lips curled up cruelly.
He deeply hated Chen Fan but couldn’t kill him in the inner sect. This was the perfect opportunity to exact his revenge.
Song Yang also left Tianmen Mountain with several members of Tianxia Society. They tailed Chen Fan from a distance, looking for a secluded place to kill Chen Fan.
Flying through the air, Chen Fan had realized Song Yang's group was tailing him about ten miles from Tianmen Mountain. A cold smile appeared on his face as he contemplated the situation.
“Since you’re seeking death, I’ll grant your wish!”
Chen Fan altered his course, speeding up.
Song Yang's group noticed the change. One of them remarked, “Brother Song, it seems this little bastard has caught on.”
Song Yang grinned coldly and said, “That changes nothing. Can he outrun us? Let's increase our speed, find a deserted location a few hundred miles away, and send him straight to hell."
The members of the Tianxia Society, all at the third level, smiled coldly at the command.
This time, it would be hard for Chen Fan to escape even if he had wings.
Since they knew Chen Fan had already discovered them, Song Yang and the others didn’t try to conceal themselves anymore. Instead, they took the initiative to release their auras, openly chasing Chen Fan.
“Haha, Brother Song, do you think that little bastard is panicking like crazy right now?”
“Of course! We have made our intentions pretty clear by unleashing our auras: we will kill him. I'm certain he's feeling immense pressure, sweating bullets.”
“He dares to kill our society’s people. Only death awaits him!”
Song Yang and the others laughed coldly, their expressions savage.
Chen Fan was moving fast, so he was already more than a thousand miles away from Tianmen Mountain after half an hour.
Now in a secluded mountain range, he examined the area by extending his senses. He sensed no human activity within the surrounding hundred miles—it was a good place to kill and bury people.
With a cold glint in his eyes, he descended onto a mountain peak.
As the mountain breeze tousled his clothes, he stood there calmly.
Shortly after, Song Yang's group descended as well, surrounding him with cold smiles.
“Little bastard, you picked a good place to bury your bones!” Song Yang remarked, arms crossed, showing no urgency to attack. He surveyed the surroundings, appreciating the mountain range's beauty.
“How can you be sure I didn't pick this place for you?” Chen Fan replied calmly, his expression unwavering, devoid of joy or sorrow.
Song Yang and the others immediately broke out in laughter.
One of them said, “Little bastard, you seem oblivious to your situation! This isn’t the inner sect; no one has your back. If we want to kill you, it’ll be as simple as killing an ant!”
“That’s right! Had Wang Hui not intervened in the Life and Death Hall, you would’ve long since died at Brother Song’s hands. You wouldn’t have been alive to enjoy the last fifteen days!”
“Thank the gods for giving you another half a month to live. You know that killing our members is the same as seeking death, right?”
“That’s right! If we decide to end you, you'll have no choice but to stand there and thank us for the privilege.”
The members of the Tianxia Society spoke in succession, their third-level Yuanfu realm auras converging as they pressed toward Chen Fan, intending to instill terror before delivering the fatal blow.
However, Chen Fan remained unfazed; not a flicker of concern crossed his face.
“You did say one thing right. Someone should be thanking the gods, but that someone’s not me,” Chen Fan said indifferently.
“You dare to spew nonsense? That will cost you an arm!” A youth with a slightly grotesque appearance, consumed by anger, moved forward.
In his mind, Chen Fan was in a desperate situation.
He should be kneeling on the ground and begging them for mercy in fear.
So, Chen Fan's calm demeanor and arrogant words only fueled his rage.
He immediately stepped forward and curled his fingers, taking the shape of a claw, as they tore through the space. He wanted to rip an arm off of Chen Fan.
This person’s sharp claw grabbed Chen Fan’s right arm and pulled violently, trying to rip it off cruelly.
Chen Fan didn’t move, letting him do as he pleased. Yet, the attacker failed to even move him an inch.
This attacker’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“I lured you people here. Do you know why? It’s nice and secluded. Perfect for a good kill-and-dump session. You will all be buried here,” said Chen Fan calmly, seemingly discussing something inconsequential.
Chen Fan shook his arm, and the youth let out a wretched cry as his palm was turned into minced meat.
Meanwhile, Chen Fan threw out a punch at lightning speed. The unfortunate assailant had no time to scream before being obliterated, reduced to a bloody mist scattered by the wind.
Chen Fan unleashed his real, fourth-level aura; it created an overwhelming pressure that enveloped the entire area.
Song Yang's group, now visibly pale, wore expressions of horror in response to the intense aura.
“You...” Song Yang’s pupils dilated, stupefied by the situation.
Chen Fan is actually at the fourth level?!
How is that possible?
Chen Fan smiled faintly, but they felt like the devil was flirting with them. They felt a chill go down their spines, seemingly having fallen into an abyss.
“If I hadn't been reluctant to reveal my true strength and preferred keeping a low profile, you would have met your end back in the life and death arena. Oh, and the whole charade with you bunch of trash... Did you really think you could make me spew blood with one punch?”
Chen Fan laughed coldly.
His words were like a sledgehammer falling on Song Yang’s chest.
Chen Fan had been putting on an act in the arena all along?
He didn’t know whether Chen Fan was telling the truth or not. He no longer could think.
He knew Chen Fan had lured them here to kill them. This scenic land was indeed the burial ground Chen Fan found for them.
“Run!” Song Yang yelled without any unnecessary words.
He activated his cultivation, unleashing his fourth-level Yuanfu realm aura to resist Chen Fan’s pressure, hoping to escape from here.
The other members of the Tianxia Society did the same.
Chen Fan shook his head, chuckling. Autumn Slay appeared in his hand.
With a swing, sword light tore through the air, destroying everything.
These people could not withstand a single slash and were cleaved.
In a single breath’s time, those third-level Yuanfu realm experts all perished.
Meanwhile, Song Yang had just broken through Chen Fan’s aura.
However, he had no time to take off into the sky. An extremely swift and fierce sword light came whistling at him, turning into the light of death.
“No...!” Song Yang let out a sad, indignant roar as his cultivation erupted, trying to resist the attack.
Everything he tried proved futile. He was split into two, fresh blood streaking through the air.
In a brief moment, Chen Fan had killed Song Yang’s group like he was slaughtering fowls, completing the task effortlessly.