Chapter 165 – If I take a bite, you’re done for!

Chapter 165 – If I take a bite, you’re done for!

The man in the black robe could never have imagined...

If he didn't want to lose face, he would have to lose his life.

"Originally, you had a chance to live. But you threw it away yourself!" Meng Fan looked at the man in the black robe, a faint smile appearing on his face.

A smile hiding a knife!

And it was a knife meant to kill, relentless and unyielding.

If the man in the black robe had fled just now, Meng Fan might not have been able to catch up.

But since he turned back, he was essentially delivering his head on a platter.

Condensation Pill Realm!

So what if he was in the Condensation Pill Realm?

He would still die at Meng Fan's hands, not to mention that Meng Fan had the Sword Seal given to him by Elder Lin, capable of wreaking havoc.

Even without using the Sword Seal, Meng Fan was confident he could take down this man in the black robe.

Before Meng Fan spent ten days and nights comprehending the Sword God Stele, he was already nearly invincible in the Heavenly Origin Realm.

After those ten days and nights, even Elder Lin didn't know how strong Meng Fan had become.

Because during that time, Meng Fan hadn't made a move!

In fact, Meng Fan himself didn't know how strong he was.

Myriad Swords Art

Heavenly Sword

One Sword Opens the Azure Sky

Myriad Swords Returning to me—Heaven and Earth Are Heartless

These ultimate techniques had never found a worthy opponent since Meng Fan mastered them!

Moreover, Meng Fan had also mastered the Sword Soul, something even those in the Condensation Pill Realm found difficult to achieve.

Perhaps it was time to slay a demon in the Condensation Pill Realm and test these unparalleled sword techniques.

But Meng Fan was still uncertain if this was the right moment for a Sword Sacrifice.

Because unless absolutely necessary, he didn't want to reveal too many of his cards in front of Ye Qingyu.

Sure, Ye Qingyu had shared hardships with him.

But Meng Fan was used to keeping a low profile; there was no need to expose too much in front of Ye Qingyu, or rather, it wasn't worth it!

Of course, all this was based on the premise that Meng Fan had a choice.

If he had no other options, he wouldn't be considering these trivial matters.

Being particular was a luxury he could afford!

The Sword Seal was too precious; using it here would be a waste.

Besides the Sword Seal, Meng Fan had another option that didn't require him to make a move personally.

And that was...

"Xiao Qing!" Meng Fan called softly.

Instantly, a streak of azure light darted out from Meng Fan's pocket.

And no matter which, offending such a person would spell trouble in the future.

The best solution was to kill him today to prevent future retaliation!

Who exactly am I?

Meng Fan couldn't help but laugh at the question.

He instinctively wanted to reply: your killer.

But upon reflection, he found that response too low-class.

Times had changed; such a response would not only fail to impress but also seem foolish!

So Meng Fan calmly said, "Shu Mountain disciple, Meng Fan."

In the martial world, one should not change their name while walking or sitting.

Of course, this was only if he didn't encounter an unbeatable expert.

In such a case, Meng Fan would definitely not call himself Meng Fan; he would use a fake name.

After all, this man in the black robe wasn't worthy of Meng Fan using a fake name.

"My master's name is not for the likes of you to hear!" Xiao Qing roared, its body twisting as it lunged at the man in the black robe with its blood-red mouth wide open.

A truly blood-red mouth!

It intended to swallow the man in the black robe whole.

To it, the higher the cultivation level of its prey, the more satisfying and delicious it was!

Meng Fan rarely let it out, and even rarer was the permission to eat someone, so it couldn't waste this opportunity.

"Wretched beast, how dare you!" The man in the black robe's face turned cold as he swung his ghost-head knife, sending a massive, pitch-black blade aura towards Xiao Qing.

To be honest, it should now be called Great Qing.

The name Xiao Qing no longer suited its current majestic form.

Behind Meng Fan, Ye Qingyu couldn't help but open her eyes, watching the battle between the man in the black robe and Xiao Qing.

In such a situation, she couldn't focus on healing and was drawn to the fight.

She was also curious about how strong Meng Fan's pet really was.

"You wretched creature, how dare you insult me?" Xiao Qing, stubborn as ever, charged directly at the blade aura, taking it head-on.

The body of a demon beast was like an iron wall.

Even Meng Fan, who had cultivated the Orient Loong God Body, didn't have a physique as strong as Xiao Qing's!

The pitch-black, eerie blade aura struck Xiao Qing's body with precision.

There was no way to dodge; Xiao Qing's body was too large. It was better to take the hit directly.

A wound appeared on Xiao Qing's dragon-like body, with blood slowly seeping out.

But Xiao Qing didn't care and continued to lunge at the man in the black robe.

Trading injury for injury!

You slash me once, I bite you once.

But my mouth is bigger, a blood-red mouth!

One bite, and you're done for!