Chapter 362 - Zhao Tianjue Arrives

The imperial city, Zhao Clan mansion:

Zhao Tianjue awaited news of Zhao Hong and the others' attack on the Chen Clan.

Abruptly, his expression twitched, and he reached out, grasping a streak of light that materialized into a communication jade talisman.

With a thought, he sent his primeval force into the communication jade talisman.

Instantly, his aura surged uncontrollably, unleashing a formidable force that pulverized nearby objects.

He did not say a word, but only the desire for murder could be seen on his face. Zhao Tianjue blurred into motion, soaring into the sky and vanishing beyond the horizon.

......

Watermoon City:

“It’s over?”

“A huge battle ended just like that. It’s like a dream.”

“This true dragon of Chen Clan is indeed extraordinary. Given time, he'll undoubtedly advance to the Core Formation realm, becoming a leading expert of the Great Chu Empire unless he meets an untimely death."

“Aren’t you just stating the obvious? His cultivation is already at the ninth level, so isn’t he like just one step away from the Core Formation realm?”

“......”

Once the shock ebbed, the crowd gradually regained composure, their eyes reflecting a mix of emotions.

When Zhao Hong and the others had come full of murderous qi, no one expected things to turn out like this.

The Chen Clan remained standing, unshaken. Surprisingly, the esteemed Zhao Clan from the imperial city suffered complete devastation.

All of it was like a dream.

They were all top experts from the imperial city. Even so, they could not withstand a single attack from Chen Fan. They were like ants, vulnerable to his whim.

The high and mighty patriarch of the Zhao Clan had his cultivation crippled and was cast aside like garbage, left to agonize on death's doorstep. Chen Fan left him alive so that he could witness the death of Zhao Tianjue.

Chen Zhengqing was almost done dealing with the traitorous private troops.

Despite their overwhelming numbers, the private troops paled in comparison in terms of cultivation, so Chen Zhengqing and his group easily killed them, their pleas falling on deaf ears.

The Chen Clan mansion had simply turned into an Asura battlefield. A river of blood flowed, and the metallic smell of blood filled the air.

Chen Fan walked over. Looking at Chen Zhengqing and the others covered in blood, he asked, “Father, are you, Grandfather, and everyone all right?”

Before he arrived, Chen Zhengqing and the other clansmen were in a brutal fight against the Zhao Clan and the traitorous private troops. Everyone was covered in injuries and fresh blood.

Chen Zhengqing shook his head and said, “I'm fine, just superficial wounds. This time, a disaster knocked on our Chen Clan’s doors. We would have been wiped out if you hadn’t returned on time.”

His words held no exaggeration.

The Zhao Clan had come with great force. Zhao Hong, Zhao Lei, Zhao Yihai, and a bunch of eighth and ninth-level Yuanfu realm experts had sealed the area. They did not intend to let a single Chen Clan member off and wanted to wipe out the clan completely.

Against those experts, the Chen Clan simply had no chance.

“That’s great. But I arrived a step too late... I let many of our clansmen die,” said Chen Fan, his tone full of killing intent.

Apart from Yuanfu realm higher-ups, even those in the Qigong realm were among the casualties. Many from the younger generation had died in this fight.

They were the future backbone of the Chen Clan.

Their deaths incurred a blood debt that the Zhao Clan must repay. This incident would not be swiftly forgotten.

“You don’t have to blame yourself. Their deaths will not be in vain," Chen Zhengqing comforted, giving Chen Fan's shoulder a reassuring pat.

Chen Fan nodded and said, “Father, let’s clean up the mess first. The fight has reduced the mansion to ruins.”

“That's manageable. Repairing buildings is a trivial task for us martial artists. More importantly, Xiaofan, Zhao Hong has already sent a letter back to the Zhao Clan. I’m afraid they will send more experts here. If it’s a Core Formation realm...” Chen Zhengqing was worried.

Chen Zhengqing was well aware of the influence and resources the clans in the imperial city possessed.

Chen Fan reassured, “No need to worry, Father. I crossed paths with the Zhao Clan twice in the imperial city. Aside from these people, the Zhao Clan has someone called Zhao Tianjue.”

“Zhao Tianjue?” Chen Zhengqing’s pupils shrunk, and he said, “I know of him. He’s the previous patriarch of the Zhao Clan.”

“That’s right. He is an Illusory Core realm expert. But that’s nothing to me now. I can kill him with a flip of my hand. Since Zhao Hong contacted Zhao Tianjue, I’ll wait for him to come.”

“Are you confident, Xiaofan?”

“A hundred percent!” Chen Fan answered decisively, filled with unshakable confidence. “Let alone a mere Illusory Core realm, I won’t be afraid even if a genuine first-level Core Formation realm expert comes!”

Seeing Chen Fan with such confidence, Chen Zhengqing nodded.

Half a day later, an ominous aura suddenly descended upon Watermoon City.

Chen Fan had been waiting for Zhao Tianjue. Sensing the aura, his eyes immediately shot out with a stern light. They could seemingly pierce through time and space and see Zhao Tianjue far away.

“He’s here!”

“You're done for, little bastard! You’re finished, you know that?! Now that my father is here, you will die!” While struggling at death’s door, Zhao Hong also sensed Zhao Tianjue’s Illusory Core realm aura, and his expression immediately became savage and sinister.

Ignoring Zhao Hong's taunts, Chen Fan remained resolute. Once Zhao Tianjue died, Zhao Hong would taste the bitterness of despair.

“Another expert has come. Such a chilling aura... Is this the pressure wielded by an Illusory Core realm master?” murmured onlookers, feeling the weight of Zhao Tianjue's aura.

Under this aura, everyone felt like ants on the ground, living out an ignoble existence under this terrifying aura.

Soon after, a thunderous roar echoed, and a fiery ball hurtled toward them.

Rumble...

Within the flames stood Zhao Tianjue, his countenance icy and his aura pulsating with killing intent, capable of shaking heavens and earth alike.

Soon, Zhao Tianjue flew into Watermoon City and arrived at the Chen Clan mansion.

Chen Fan picked at his ear and said nonchalantly, “You’re finally here, old coot. You made me wait long.”

Zhao Tianjue saw Zhao Hong lying on the ground like a dead dog, and his anger grew.

“Little bastard, you’re that masked man who sneaked into my Zhao Clan and killed my people? You’re not dead!” Zhao Tianjue's voice boomed like thunder, resonating through the air.

“Die?” Chen Fan snorted coldly. “An Illusory Core realm like you wants to kill me? You’re overestimating yourself.”

“How truly arrogant and ignorant!” The killing intent in Zhao Tianjue’s eyes became even thicker. “Fine, let's see where you'll flee this time! If you dare to run, I'll wipe out your entire clan!"

“Old coot, you’re overestimating yourself again. I wasn’t afraid of you even when I was at the seventh level. Do you think I need to run when I’m at the ninth level?” Chen Fan replied with a vague smile, looking at Zhao Tianjue mockingly.