Chapter 95 - Incomparably Miserable

Chapter 95 - Incomparably Miserable

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Struggling to keep the fire underneath in check, Chen Fan’s seven orifices bled boiling blood. Every inch of his skin had cracked, yet no blood oozed out; instead, blood-colored flames erupted from the cracks.

Still, Chen Fan's eyes remained unyielding. The intense glare within them grew colder, his movements more savage as he relentlessly attacked Wang Fuchen.

He felt like someone was grilling his brain; the edges of his consciousness teetered on the brink of oblivion.

In the recesses of his thoughts lingered a single thought: Attack and kill Wang Fuchen.

“He... has completely turned into a crazed demon!” exclaimed a bystander, their pupils contracting violently at the sight of Chen Fan's tormented state.

The surrounding onlookers recoiled, gripped by a profound sense of dread. Even those who had come to spectate couldn't help but feel a newfound respect for Chen Fan.

Zhong Li and Floating Cloud Sword Sect disciples, however, looked on with satisfaction.

“Xiaofan...” uttered Qin Yao weakly, slumping onto the ground. Her gaze fixated blankly on Chen Fan; her heart ached so much that she struggled to breathe.

Memories of their time together flooded her mind.

Her interactions with Chen Fan used to be sparse, as she paid little attention to her junior brother. She finally became involved with him when he killed Liao Feng and sought refuge in the Qingyang Mountain Range.

Driven by a desire to assure Qin Changkong of Chen Fan's well-being, she had ventured into the mountain range.

However, not only did she fail to locate him, but she was also injured by demon beasts and fell prey to some Mountain River Sect disciples.

In the nick of time, Chen Fan had appeared, rescuing her from them and absorbing the flames of desire, shouldering her pain.

This incident marked their closest interaction, and as memories of their shared experiences filled her heart and mind, she couldn't shake the profound impact it had on her.

Even now, Chen Fan, disregarding his safety, had come to Scarlet Cliff to rescue her, even at the risk of his own life.

“Haha, how does it feel, you little miscreant? Despite taking a Blood Ignition Pill and becoming a Qi Grandmaster, you're still nothing but an ant before me, as weak as ever. Are you in despair?

“This is your punishment. Punishment for disrespecting our Floating Cloud Sword Sect!” Wang Fuchen declared, laughing maniacally as each of his sword strikes broke through Chen Fan's defenses, leaving deep cuts one after another.

“Ahhhh, die, die, die!”

Chen Fan ignored everything, fighting crazily with bloodshot eyes.

“All Winning!”

......

An incense worth of time passed by very quickly.

The aura emanating from Chen Fan dwindled, and his offensive prowess plummeted.

“Haha, little bastard, you've exhausted all your blood. Now, I don’t even need to make a move for you to die!” Wang Fuchen declared with a cold smile, sheathing his sword and focusing solely on evading Chen Fan's attacks.

“With your talents, you were destined for greatness, even if you might not have surpassed me. But alas, your greatest mistake was to offend me, Wang Fuchen.”

“The Realm Breaking Pill isn't of much use to me, but you should have offered it to me willingly when you obtained it. You should have considered it an honor.”

“Alas, you chose to injure Wang Tengfei and besmirch my sect’s reputation. Your actions have sealed your fate. The Dragon Mountain Blessed Land will serve as your final resting place.”

Wang Fuchen reveled in savage laughter, adopting the demeanor of a triumphant victor, his tone dripping with disdain.

“Ugh!”

Abruptly, Chen Fan staggered, his movements halting as he spat mouthfuls of inky black blood.

An extreme sense of weakness washed over Chen Fan, and a wave of dizziness incapacitated him, making him collapse heavily to the ground. Not an ounce of strength remained within him.

The medical effects of the Blood Ignition Pill had been depleted.

His blood was nearly depleted, leaving his flesh and blood desiccated, his visage reduced to skin and bones—an utterly horrifying transformation.

Wang Fuchen approached with a cold laugh, stepped on Chen Fan's face, and jeered, “Does it hurt, little bastard? Do you want to die?”

He then grabbed Chen Fan's neck and hoisted him up before delivering a ruthless blow to his stomach.

He held back, fearing he might inadvertently kill Chen Fan, as he still desired to subject him to further humiliation.

Agony surged through Chen Fan as he dry-heaved, devoid of blood but coughing up fragments of his own organs.

Yet, the agony inflicted by Wang Fuchen paled in comparison to the aftermath of the Blood Ignition Pill.

Chen Fan felt as if countless red-hot knives were stabbing him; each cut stripping away flesh bit by excruciating bit.

It was harrowing.

Wang Fuchen's relentless barrage of heavy blows shattered every bone, tore through every inch of flesh, and destroyed every meridian; all the while, he spewed degrading words that assaulted both his body and mind.

Chen Fan was beaten so badly that he no longer had any semblance of being human.

It was incomparably miserable!