Elder Changmei saw Ye Qiu about to reveal himself and quickly grabbed him. “Earlier I told you to strike, but you said no hurry. Now there is still one from the Ancient Desolate Holy Land alive. Why are you in such a rush?”
“Strike after he is dead.”
Ye Qiu ignored Elder Changmei and continued stepping forward.
At this moment, the youth from the Ancient Desolate Holy Land was covered in blood and flesh wounds, gravely injured. He half-knelt on the ground, no longer able to fight.
His eyes burned with hatred as he glared at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan sneered. “Weren’t you so arrogant before? Now you are kneeling on the ground like a dog. If you kowtow three times and call me grandfather, perhaps I might let you keep a whole corpse.”
“Pah!” The youth from the Ancient Desolate Holy Land had backbone. He spat and cursed at Chen Fan. “Bastard, don’t get too cocky.”
“You killed so many from our Ancient Desolate Holy Land. This blood debt will be repaid by your Qingyun Sword Sect sooner or later.”
Cold light flashed in Chen Fan’s eyes. He held his long sword and walked toward the youth.
The blade was drenched in blood that dripped to the ground, a shocking sight.
Soon, Chen Fan stood before him.
Pfft!
Ruthless and merciless, Chen Fan severed the youth’s left arm with one slash. Blood sprayed wildly.
“Hmph…”
The youth lost an arm and let out a muffled groan, but did not scream. He still glared furiously at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan smiled cheerfully. “By the way, you are about to die, and I still don’t know your name.”
The youth shouted, “I never change my name. Fang Tianming.”
“Good name, but your strength is lacking.” Chen Fan said, “We are in the same realm, yet your combat power is far beneath mine.”
“If from the start you had handed over the divine herb and left with your fellow disciples, they would not have died so tragically.”
“Why insist on seeking death?”
Chen Fan pointed at the chunks of flesh and organs on the ground, his face full of regret. “What a pity. This is the Dragon Burial Nest, and I still need to help my cousin seize the Dragon Emperor inheritance. Otherwise, I would really like to use these things to make hotpot.”
Make hotpot?
Hearing this, Fang Tianming’s eyes nearly split with rage.
These were his fellow sect brothers!
He actually wanted to cook them in hotpot. Was he still human?
Chen Fan seemed oblivious to Fang Tianming’s fury and continued, “Fresh ingredients like this make especially fragrant hotpot. Lung slices and liver slices in particular have a very tender texture.”
As he spoke, Chen Fan closed his eyes, his face filled with intoxicated bliss.
Fang Tianming’s teeth ground together with a crunching sound. He roared, “Your Qingyun Sword Sect has always prided itself on being an upright and righteous sect, yet it produced a beast in human form like you. I curse you to die a horrible death.”
Bang!
Chen Fan kicked Fang Tianming to the ground, stepped on his chest, then leaned down and cursed, “Trash!”
“Pah!” Fang Tianming spat a thick glob of phlegm onto Chen Fan’s face.
In that instant, the killing intent on Chen Fan’s face grew even denser.
Chen Fan wiped the phlegm from his face and said, “Since you like spitting so much, I will cut out your tongue.”
“Oh, right, your primordial spirit is still intact.”
“You can try to escape.”
A sinister smile hung on Chen Fan’s face. As he spoke, the sword edge had already reached Fang Tianming’s mouth.
Just then.
Clap, clap, clap!
Applause suddenly rang out.
Chen Fan jumped in fright and quickly turned his head. He saw an ordinarily featured man wearing Yin-Yang Sect robes walking over. Behind the man followed an old fellow who looked like a servant.
These two were none other than Ye Qiu and Elder Changmei in disguise.
“Wonderful, truly wonderful!”
“If I had not arrived at just the right moment, I would have missed such a splendid show.”
“I never expected that disciples of a renowned righteous sect would bully with numbers. Truly eye-opening!”
Ye Qiu clapped as he spoke with a smile.
Chen Fan saw through their cultivation levels and said disdainfully, “And who might you be? Disciples of the Yin-Yang Sect. Have you come to die?”
“Not at all, not at all.” Ye Qiu smiled. “I am rather interested in that divine herb.”
Chen Fan laughed coldly as if he had heard a joke. “Just the two of you think you can seize the divine herb? You truly do not know the meaning of death.”
Ye Qiu remained unangered and said, “I am not only interested in the divine herb. I am also interested in him.”
Ye Qiu pointed at Fang Tianming, who was pinned beneath Chen Fan’s foot, and said, “I want to save him.”
Fang Tianming had already fallen into despair. Hearing Ye Qiu’s words, he felt deeply moved and quickly said, “Brother from the Yin-Yang Sect, leave at once. You are no match for him.”
“He will not have the chance to leave.” Chen Fan stared at Ye Qiu with icy menace. “The Yin-Yang Sect has provoked our Qingyun Sword Sect time and again. The sect master has endured it repeatedly, but I have no patience for it.”
“Today I will slaughter you.”
“Let your Yin-Yang Sect know that the Qingyun Sword Sect is not to be trifled with.”
“Brothers, attack!”
At Chen Fan’s command, one of the Qingyun Sword Sect disciples charged without a word, sword raised toward Ye Qiu.
This disciple was mid-Nascent Soul and did not take Ye Qiu, a mere peak Cave Heaven cultivator, seriously. His long sword swept out a wave of sword qi that slashed directly at Ye Qiu’s head.
“Careful!” Fang Tianming shouted the warning and closed his eyes.
In his view, Ye Qiu was certain to die.
Yet faced with the attack, Ye Qiu remained calm and unruffled.
Boom!
Ye Qiu casually threw a punch. In an instant, the sword qi dissipated completely before it could reach his head.
The ferocious fist force, carrying tyrannical power, landed on the attacker in a flash.
Bang!
The Qingyun disciple exploded into pieces.
He did not even manage a scream before turning into a cloud of blood mist, dying on the spot.
The long sword shattered into fragments that clattered to the ground with a series of metallic rings.
“Hm?” Chen Fan’s brows furrowed in surprise.
At that moment, Fang Tianming opened his eyes. Seeing Ye Qiu unharmed while the Qingyun disciple had become a bloody mist, shock filled his heart.
“How is this possible?”
“He is only peak Cave Heaven. How could he kill a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator?”
Divine light appeared in Fang Tianming’s eyes.
He realised that this Yin-Yang Sect disciple possessed extraordinary combat strength and might truly be able to save his life.
“I did not expect you to have the ability to kill across realms. However, if you think that is enough to claim the divine herb, I can only give you four words: wishful thinking.”
Chen Fan’s gaze was sharp as a sword as he stared at Ye Qiu and asked, “What is your name? Why were you not at Qi Tian’s side earlier?”
“Because I only just arrived.” Ye Qiu smiled at Chen Fan. “You want to know who I am, don’t you? Then prick up your ears and listen carefully, lest you frighten yourself.”
“Listen well. Qi Tian is my senior brother.”
“Wuji Heavenly Venerable is my master!”
“I am surnamed Long, and my name is Pusa!”
