“I waited a long time for this, you little beast. You deserve to die for killing my son! Tell me, how do you want to die?” Sun Wenshan’s gaze was as sharp as a blade. If it could materialize, it would have cut Chen Fan into a million pieces.
Wenshan's killing intent was cold as ice and had trapped Chen Fan. He gasped like a fish out of water, feeling like he was about to die from suffocation.
Chen Fan’s pupils shrank, now looking like beads. Sun Wenshan being here was undoubtedly terrible news, especially considering the deep grudge he held against Chen Fan.
Chen Fan's cultivation suddenly erupted with immense force.
Primeval energy surged through his meridians like the mighty Yangtze River, resonating with the heavens and earth. Chen Fan used his Ghostly Shadow Steps to their fullest extent, transforming into a phantom and vanishing from the spot.
Chen Fan had decided to swiftly turn around and just flee.
And this decision required no contemplation.
He knew he was strong, but he wasn’t even strong enough to defeat someone at the eighth level, let alone a Qi Grandmaster.
Only fools would stay and waste time engaging in futile conversation in situations .
Sun Wenshan exclaimed as he watched Chen Fan disappear, leaving behind nothing but a cloud of dust. He was momentarily stunned; soon, his face twisted into a sneer.
He had come here with the sole purpose of intercepting and killing Chen Fan. If he let Chen Fan escape, wouldn’t it all become pointless? It would be better to end his own life here than let that happen.
Primeval qi shot out from Sun Wenshan's head, looking like a beam that soared into the sky and pierced through the clouds.
He leaped into the air like a mythical roc, traversing the sky. Within moments, he spotted Chen Fan ahead, desperately fleeing for his life.
Qi Grandmasters couldn’t stay airborne for extended periods, but they could run in the air for a short time, gliding like a bird.
Chen Fan, in the midst of his escape, felt as if a hungry wolf was hunting him.
The intense gaze came from above, drawing closer with each passing moment. He could intuitively tell the gaze belonged to Sun Wenshan.
Despite the dire circumstances, Chen Fan remained remarkably composed. His mind raced, processing countless calculations instantly, searching for a means of escape.
“You can’t get away!” Sun Wenshan's icy voice rang, affecting Chen Fan’s mentality.
Sun Wenshan glided like a bird gliding in a mountain canyon. As soon as he was about to hit the ground, he would use his qi to propel himself and glide until he had to repeat the cycle.
Suddenly, Chen Fan heard a booming sound akin to a cannon firing from behind. Next, a searing pain jolted his back, triggering a profound sense of danger, prompting him to veer to the side swiftly.
Almost simultaneously, qi force struck the spot where Chen Fan had been, destroying the ground and creating a deep crater. Rocks and dirt flew everywhere, and the ground trembled, showcasing the devastating power of that qi force.
Chen Fan’s expression became even darker.
His mind raced through countless scenarios, but he couldn't find a viable escape plan unless his cultivation suddenly experienced a significant surge. However, such a scenario was unrealistic.
Sun Wenshan continued gliding, resembling a cat toying with a mouse as he leisurely pursued Chen Fan. Occasionally, to liven up the mood, he unleashed powerful bursts of qi force to attack Chen Fan.
Chen Fan narrowly evaded each attack, but there were times when he was a fraction of a second too late, resulting in the shockwaves grazing his skin and making him bleed.
Another terrifying qi force hurtled toward him.
Chen Fan leaped forward, and a deafening boom rang in his ears.
A violent shockwave swept from behind, making him stagger and nearly lose his balance, almost plummeting headfirst to the ground.
Xiaobai screeched anxiously and angrily from Chen Fan's embrace.
Chen Fan steadied himself and turned around. Hit gaze met Sun Wenshan's intense eyes as he descended gracefully.
Chen Fan dropped Xiaobai on the ground and unsheathed his precious sword. The air hummed with the resonance of the sword, crackling with electricity.
Chen Fan realized that he couldn’t run away with his speed.
Sun Wenshan had been playing with him like a cat played with a mouse. He hadn’t used his full strength to chase Chen Fan; instead, he was tormenting him, attempting to break his spirit.
Since that was the case, Chen Fan decided to engage in combat, eager to see the true extent of a Qi Grandmaster's formidable strength.
His figure darted forward, creating a violent gale that swept over the area, lifting sand, dust, dried branches, and fallen leaves. Thunderclaps resounded, and Chen Fan slashed at Sun Wenshan.
Lightning arcs through the air like a silver snake lunging out. That was sword qi—Electric sword qi.
“An ant trying to shake a tree? You are overestimating yourself!”
Sun Wenshan curled his lip when he saw Chen Fan taking the initiative to attack instead of trying to run away.
With a wave of his palm, Sun Wenshan unleashed a surge of primeval qi that unfolded like silk, shattering Chen Fan's Thunderclap Sword.
“The game of cat and mouse is over. I shall now send you on your way. Repent in Hell!”
Sun Wenshan's gaze turned fierce as a wave of terrifying killing intent emanated from him. Violent winds swirled around, forming an invisible force field saturated with killing intent.
He punched, its force akin to a savage dragon, roaring with ferocity.
Everything in its path crumbled instantly, accompanied by crackling sounds of the air exploding. Within moments, the punch arrived before Chen Fan.
Chen Fan felt as if the grim reaper himself was staring at him.
Akin to a demonic python from hell, the punch tried to send him to the deepest levels of hell. He momentarily froze, thinking that it was impossible to block this attack.
However, Chen Fan roared like a lion, and his primeval qi erupted violently. His primeval qi seemed boundless, like a lake, way more than what any other sixth-level martial artist had.
“What robust primeval qi. No wonder you dare to challenge those of higher cultivation levels!” Sun Wenshan couldn't help but exclaim as he observed the surging primeval qi emanating from Chen Fan, narrowing his eyes.
The primeval qi converged on Chen Fan's sword, creating sword light that burst forth, with electricity coiling around it.
With a powerful swing of his arm, an incredibly radiant Thunderclap Sword shot out, colliding with Sun Wenshan's terrifying punch.
Even so, the punch tore through Chen Fan’s attack like a hot knife through butter.
Subsequently, the punch collided with Chen Fan's precious sword, resulting in a snapping sound as the finely crafted iron sword shattered into several pieces.
The momentum of the punch remained undiminished, quickly penetrating Chen Fan’s primeval qi defense.
Chen Fan felt as if a mountain had struck him; he felt like he was about to split into atoms. His organs wanted to jump out of him, and he felt incredibly weak. He flew back from the impact and crashed into a boulder.
Chen Fan convulsed a few times. Large mouthfuls of fresh blood bubbled out from his mouth and nose. He almost vomited his organs.
He had failed even to block a single punch. All his attacks and defenses were like paper, instantly crumbling and resulting in severe injuries.
Finally, Chen Fan realized the terrifying might of a Qi Grandmaster. Comparing them was like comparing an ant to an elephant—they weren’t even part of the same world.