Chapter 316 - Seizing Food from the Tiger’s Mouth

Chapter 316 - Seizing Food from the Tiger’s Mouth

Chen Fan explored the Nebulous Mysterious Realm for two days and obtained a decent harvest of natural treasures.

Throughout this adventure, he killed many people and found himself being hunted by some others.

Many people had entered the mysterious realm, some of whom were true experts. The person trying to catch him yesterday was at the peak of the ninth level, much stronger than the Zhao Clan’s patriarch, Zhao Hong.

“This must be the heart of this realm.”

An impressive ancient city loomed before Chen Fan. Its towering walls, constructed of black iron, hinted at its grandeur. Scores of young martial artists converged on the city from every direction.

“This ancient city is undoubtedly the heart of the Nebulous Mysterious Realm. It's bound to hold countless treasures!” Chen Fan’s eyes lit up.

Above all, he sought a powerful martial art, not primeval stones or elixirs. The techniques he practiced were becoming increasingly insufficient for his needs.

Chen Fan dashed into the ancient city, eager to explore.

The buildings inside the ancient city were different from the outside world. Aside from the straight streets, there were palaces and towers everywhere.

“Run! Xin Wuming is inside!”

“What, the Murderous Demon Xin Wuming!”

“Shit, quickly run!”

In a palace in the distance, about a dozen people were flying away, wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves. They used everything they had to increase their acceleration, wishing for an extra pair of legs to run away even faster.

Swish!

A streak of sword light sliced through the air, and the dozen or so individuals met a gruesome end, their limbs scattered all over the ground.

“Hahahaha! What useless insects!” A maniacal laughter echoed from the palace's depths.

“Xin Wuming...” Chen Fan furrowed his brow.

That streak of sword light earlier was extremely sharp.

Xin Wuming’s attainments in the way of the sword were simply incredible. It carried a hint of sword intent, mighty enough to slay all gods and mortals that crossed its path.

Moreover, Chen Fan sensed that Xin Wuming’s cultivation had reached the Illusory Core realm. He was much stronger than Zhao Tianjue.

Despite having cultivated seven illusory primeval vessels, Chen Fan felt uncertain about challenging an Illusory Core realm expert.

Chen Fan quickly moved away and entered a nearby palace. He understood that he was no match for Xin Wuming right now.

Amidst the chaos, the rhythmic tapping of footsteps cut through the tension, leading to a momentary ceasefire as all eyes looked in the footsteps’ direction.

“Who is it?” someone called out warily.

Stepping into view, Chen Fan addressed both parties. “You guys continue. Don’t mind me.”

“Brat, get lost! Or you'll be the next to fall!” shouted a youth from the Cloud Heaven Palace; he was at the eighth level.

Both sides understood the implications of Chen Fan's timely appearance.

This person wanted to snatch the food from the tiger’s mouth, but with just his seventh-level Yuanfu realm cultivation?

“Let's put this on hold for a moment. I'll get rid of this idiot trying to play the oriole,” said a youth with heavy injuries, stepping out and flying over to Chen Fan. He was at the eighth level and from the Extreme Profundity Sect.

Chen Fan was only at the seventh level, so he thought he could kill Chen Fan despite his injuries.

In a battle where life hung in the balance, there was no room for others to watch from the side and covet their treasures.

“Brat, go die!” This youth with thick eyebrows put two fingers together like a sword and pointed at Chen Fan’s brow.

“Star Pointing Finger, Big Dipper!”

A faint dark blue shimmer appeared at the tip of the youth’s fingers. He pointed seven times in the air at great speed and carved out the pattern of the seven stars of the Big Dipper.

Pop, pop, pop...

Several lights flashed from his fingers, piercing through the air with a force as sharp as a blade, shooting toward Chen Fan mercilessly.

“Extinguish!” Chen Fan spat out indifferently. He drew his sword and swung it.

Immediately, an incomparably cold sword light appeared in space, tearing the air apart. With a sweep, the light of the seven stars of the Big Dipper from his fingers was gone.

With another swish, the youth didn’t even get the time to cry before he was split in half.

“What?” The Extreme Profundity Sect and the Cloud Heaven Palace’s disciples were dumbstruck.

Even though that youth with thick eyebrows had suffered injuries and only had about sixty to seventy percent of his combat strength, he should have had no problem dealing with someone at the seventh level.

However, Chen Fan had easily cleaved the youth with a single slash. Something was seriously amiss.

“Bastard, how dare you kill our Extreme Profundity Sect’s disciple!”

The Extreme Profundity Sect’s disciples were immediately enraged.