Chapter 121 - All Bark and No Bite

Chapter 121 - All Bark and No Bite

“Yes, Boss.”

Following Zhong Li’s order, He Junyang stepped forth with big strides. He looked menacingly at Chen Fan, his expression hideous, and said, “I don’t know why you would say that—whether you're insane or relying on something else. Perhaps you still cling to a sliver of hope in the Sect Master's words, thinking we won’t actually dare to kill you.

“Since that is the case, I won’t waste my breath on you. We gave you the chance to become a living dog, but you refused. Now, I’ll turn you into a dead dog. Ghost Massacre Blade Technique!”

The long qi weapon in his palm took on a ghostly aura as countless spirits twisted around it, all unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation, their souls wailing under the blade qi.

“Die!”

He Junyang swung his arm, his Ghost Massacre Blade slashing down diagonally.

Immediately, the ghostly aura rushed over, covering the heaven and earth. The tragic scene of Asura Hell appeared before Chen Fan’s eyes.

Puuch!

The blade qi broke through the air, enveloping Chen Fan tightly.

Boomtch!

But just as He Junyang executed his attack, Chen Fan, unaffected by the ghostly aura, unleashed a powerful punch.

A formidable force erupted from his fist, tearing through the air, shattering ages, and rending mountains. Follow current novels at novelhall.com)

He Junyang’s Ghost Massacre Blade shattered into countless pieces with a boom.

Before He Junyang could react, Chen Fan’s fist loosened into a palm and slapped at him.

Bang, bang, bang!

That steel-like palm had yet to fall onto He Junyang when the accompanying gale destroyed He Junyang’s protective primeval qi, producing cracking noises.

A powerful but invisible force descended upon He Junyang. He immediately felt like he couldn’t move and sank into the ground.

Smack!

A series of bone-breaking noises rang out as if Junyang had gotten stuck under a mountain. His organs ruptured from the shock, and his qi and blood churned. He saw stars and spewed large mouthfuls of fresh blood.

A long qi arm grabbed He Junyang’s neck, seemingly plucking the moon and the stars, bringing him before Chen Fan.

“You probably thought you were invincible now that you are a Qi Grandmaster. But in my eyes, you all are no different from ants. I can crush you with a single breath,” Chen Fan said indifferently.

The turn of events horrified Zhong Li and the others.

Chen Fan turned toward Qin Yao and revealed a relaxed smile.

Qin Yao promptly retreated to a safer distance.

“Shameless boasting!” Zhong Li scoffed upon hearing Chen Fan's claim of defeating Wang Fuchen.

To him, it was an unbelievable assertion. Only after reaching the Yuanfu realm did Zhong Li grasp the immense strength it wielded, far beyond the reach of a Qi Grandmaster.

Although Chen Fan had the Ice Jade Snow Lotus, Zhong Li remained skeptical of Wang Fuchen's defeat, believing it was an opportune ambush rather than a fair fight.

Chen Fan killed Wang Fuchen?

That was the biggest joke ever.

“Bring it on, Chen Fan! I'll give you the first move. I'll crush any illusions you might have.” Zhong Li was like a demon god, hovering in the air. Hands behind his back, he peered down at Chen Fan from above.

He let Chen Fan make the first move—a clear expression of disdain.

Everyone knew Qi Grandmasters couldn’t fly. Even if they released their primeval qi and struck from afar, they could forget about injuring a Yuanfu realm expert.

“Truly, a fool seeking death!”

Chen Fan’s eyes flashed, and he struck out brazenly.

His Wings of Rain Dragon instantly unfolded, and he vanished from view at a speed incomprehensible to onlookers.

A long spear condensed from primeval qi appeared.

Just one strike.

Zhong Li’s enormous aura crumbled, and the spear absorbed it all, not even leaving a crumb behind.

Chen Fan was in front of Zhong Li, and before the latter could react, Chen Fan's palm ruthlessly struck his chest.

Rumble!

This newly advanced Yuanfu realm powerhouse, the esteemed number one disciple of the outer sect, was sent hurtling and crashed onto the desert floor with a single palm strike.

Smack.

Chen Fan descended from the sky and stepped on Zhong Li’s face.

Zhong Li had barely reacted to the situation when his head was pushed into the sand, leaving him gasping for breath and gurgling in shock.