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.

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.

A Qi Grandmaster, He Junyang, was captured just like that, unable to resist a single move.

After all the primeval qi fluctuations had dissipated, Zhong Li and the others had seen Chen Fan grabbing He Junyang and lifting him.

Six primeval qi arms waved behind Chen Fan. Capturing He Junyang couldn’t be any easier. He didn’t have to spend any effort in doing so.

“You!”

Being in such a humiliating position infuriated He Junyang. He grew so angry that he fainted.

However, as soon as he fainted, Chen Fan injected a wisp of primeval qi into him and forced him to regain consciousness.

“He Junyang, now that you are in my hands, I won’t let you die. How is it? You said you would make me wish for death. Now, I’ll have you experience the same. And what was that about eating shit? I’ll find a thousand jin of demon beast shit and shove that into your mouth.”

“Chen Fan...”

He Junyang felt like he was going crazy. He was about to say something threatening, but Chen Fan interrupted him and said, “You must have thought that Heaven’s Alliance or that idiot Zhong Li could intimidate me. You're too naive. Wake up. They can't even protect themselves. How do you expect them to save you?”

“Let go of He Junyang.”

Zhong Li’s expression became hideous, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. “I didn’t expect this. I truly did not expect you to become so formidable. You survived that calamity and even became a Qi Grandmaster. No wonder you took care of He Junyang in one strike.

“However, don't think your newfound strength allows you to act arrogantly before Heaven’s Alliance or me. Understand your situation. Release He Junyang immediately, kneel, cripple your cultivation, and beg for forgiveness. That's the only way you'll keep your life. Otherwise, you stand no chance against me!”

Primeval force gathered around Zhong Li as he spoke.

A formidable aura erupted from Zhong Li, enveloping the entire desert in silence.

“Get back. Boss is about to make his move. Chen Fan can’t block it. Boss practices the most forceful Shifting Heavenly River Cultivation Technique. Once he executes it, his cultivation ripples for miles, piercing through even mountain peaks.”

“This guy's luck is unbelievable, finding a heavenly opportunity in the Qing Yang Mountain Range and swiftly ascending. After jumping off Scarlet Cliff, not only did he survive, but his cultivation also advanced, breaking through to Qi Grandmaster.”

When Zhong Li’s heavy aura erupted, Yang Feng and Bing Ye retreated in haste to prevent getting caught in it.

“You withdraw too, Senior Sister,” Chen Fan told Qin Yao.

The might of a Yuanfu realm powerhouse, even though Zhong Li had just broken through, was incredible. It surpassed what Qi Grandmasters could endure; the mere ripples of its force could inflict injuries on them.

“Xiaofan, you...” Qin Yao looked worried.

How long had it been?

He had just fought Wang Fuchen, and now he was about to fight Zhong Li—both formidable Yuanfu realm powerhouses.

“Don't worry, Senior Sister. I took down Wang Fuchen effortlessly, so Zhong Li is no match. I'd be distracted if you stayed here.”

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.