Chapter 161 - Nine Illusory Primeval Vessel Secret Art

Chapter 161 - Nine Illusory Primeval Vessel Secret Art

The Tan Clan's mansion sprawled across an extensive plot of land, fortified with towering walls and massive iron gates.

The guards left to defend the mansion were unaware of the defeat suffered by the Tan and Liu clans.

Seeing Chen Fan coming with a huge group in tow, they quickly closed the gates, and the archers positioned themselves on the elevated walls.

Simultaneously, numerous messenger pigeons and eagles soared into the sky from within the mansion, dispatching urgent messages seeking the return of the two clans' armies.

Unperturbed by these activities, Chen Fan seized Tan Yancheng and lifted him high. “Listen up, Tan Clan's guards! The Tan and Liu clans have fallen. Your patriarch and old patriarch have already died at my hands. Surrender now, and your lives will be spared. Otherwise, I will breach your gates and kill my way inside.”

“Ptooi!”

A furious voice came from inside the mansion. “Your clan can never defeat us! How audacious of you to attack our Tan Clan mansion while our forces assault your clan. Once our experts learn of this, they'll return to exterminate you all!”

Those within the mansion refused to believe that the two clans had been defeated and Tan Wanshan and Tan Feng had died.

“How stubborn!”

Chen Fan stood at the front and suddenly grabbed at the air.

In the square before the Tan Clan's mansion, a stone lion statue, towering as tall as three to four people, was lifted and trembled under the influence of his formidable qi.

Rumble!

The colossal stone lion, weighing over ten thousand jin, streaked through the air like a comet.

It crashed into the Tan Clan mansion's iron gates, shattering them and bringing down a substantial section of the towering walls, rendering their defenses useless.

“Kill!”

Carrying Tan Yancheng in one hand, Chen Fan led the Chen Clan’s private troops and fought their way in with an unstoppable momentum. Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

Swiftly, more than a dozen sixth-level experts guarding the Tan Clan mansion were killed.

“Hear this, Tan Clan's people! The Tan and Liu clans have fallen. Your patriarchs are dead. Lay down your weapons and surrender," declared Tan Yancheng when he saw Chen Fan mercilessly cutting down Tan Clan members.

It was better to have one’s cultivation crippled and live as an ordinary person than be killed.

It was better to live clinging on to life than dying a good death!

“Let’s go over and take a look.”

Chen Fan walked forward and saw a vast underground tunnel adorned with rare luminous pearls, its intricate traps disabled but indicating the sophisticated security measures in place.

Water prisons, arrow walls, iron stakes, blade arrays—Chen Fan faced these intricate defenses and destroyed all with brute strength.

The Chen Clan troops trailing behind him marveled at his prowess.

Soon, Chen Fan led the troops and found himself in front of a stone door.

Upon opening it, he discovered a wealth of Qi Gathering Pills and primeval stones stacked like a small hill.

“Woah! The Tan Clan’s reserves run really deep!”

Commander Chen Lei was shocked at the sight. Afterward, he became overjoyed, feeling that the Chen Clan would have a bright future ahead of them.

Today, they had achieved great merits for the clan and would surely receive plenty of rewards. Raising their cultivation to the next level was all but guaranteed.

“Move all of it back to Chen Clan!” Chen Fan ordered.

These Qi Gathering Pills were the most basic pills and were of little use to him.

However, they were like treasures to martial artists at the sixth level or below. The Chen Clan had quite a lot as well, but it paled in comparison to the Tan Clan's abundance, a testament to the latter's three-hundred-year legacy.

Woah, woah.

Chen Lei and his group eagerly rushed into the vault, joyously ferrying the Qi Gathering Pills, primeval stones, and other treasures outside in chests. Every one of their faces was glowing with bright smiles.

Chen Fan walked into the treasure vault and gazed around, scanning the area.

“What is this?”

Suddenly, Chen Fan’s gaze fell onto a tortoiseshell about the size of his palm at the corner of the treasure vault.

Picking it up, he examined the densely written characters covering its surface, which were too tiny for him to decipher with his eyes alone.

With a quick thought, he sent his primeval qi rushing into the tortoise shell. Immediately, the characters on the tortoiseshell floated up and grew larger in front of his eyes.

“Nine Illusory Primeval Vessel Secret Art!”