Chapter 739 - Killing Sang Chong

“Who is it? Who dares to come cause trouble at my Peach Blossom Valley!”

Sang Chong crushed wisps of sword qi darting toward him. His aura erupted, rumbling as his killing intent overflowed.

“Me!”

The newcomer broke through the peach blossom miasma and appeared in the valley. Chen Fan’s gaze swept over the fair-skinned, naked bodies scattered on the ground, filling him with boundless rage.

These perverts, ruining others' lives, deserved nothing less than death.

“Who are you? A mere third-level Heavenly Star realm brat dares to come cause trouble here. You must be tired of living!”

Seeing Chen Fan’s cultivation, he assumed that, at best, Chen Fan could only challenge someone at the fifth-level Heavenly Star realm—not him.

“True Martial Academy, Chen Fan. I am here to send you on your way!” Chen Fan said indifferently, looking at Sang Chong as though he was already dead.

Sang Chong’s expression immediately changed when he heard the name.

“What? You’re Chen Fan! Chen Fan from the True Martial Academy’s Peerless Peak!”

Sang Chong wasn’t oblivious to the news of the eastern continent. Chen Fan’s fame had spread far and wide, including to him.

“Shock won’t cover the sins you’ve committed. Today, a lecher will meet his end.” Chen Fan’s voice was still indifferent and cold.

“Go to hell, you brat! Did you really think your fame in the eastern continent gives you the right to act recklessly in front of me? What a joke!” Sang Chong, momentarily shocked, bared his savage fangs and lunged at Chen Fan.

He summoned his prized treasure—the Yin Yang Peach Blossom Fan. It was an exquisite fan that he had used for years.

With a fierce swipe of his arm, a mass of peach blossom miasma surged forth, forming an inescapable net that enveloped Chen Fan.

The peach blossom miasma enveloped Chen Fan. The miasma morphed into the figure of a breathtaking woman whose shifting appearance made her beauty seem elusive.

These were the tortured souls of the women Sang Chong had killed, trapped, and refined into his fan.

“Petty tricks. Break for me!” Chen Fan’s cold smile was followed by a surge of sword qi that burst from him, shooting in all directions like a storm of blades.

His cultivation had not only advanced to the third-level Heavenly Star realm over the past year, but his mastery of the Green Lotus Sword Scripture had reached its tenth layer. Even a seventh-level Heavenly Star realm opponent no longer fazed him.

His attack annihilated the woman condensed from the peach blossom miasma. The inescapable miasma net was also slashed to pieces, leaking everywhere.

Surprisingly, Sang Chong wasn’t angry. Instead, he let out a loud, smug laugh as if he'd been expecting it.

“

Hmph

, not bad. Unfortunately, even though you’ve broken through my Yin Yang Peach Blossom Formation, the miasma has already infected you. Your mind must be drowning in desires by now. Haha, fall, fall into depravity.”

However, Chen Fan's cold voice cut through his triumphant laughter like a knife. "Is that so?"

Sang Chong widened his eyes, feeling extremely shocked. “What? How? You’re not infected?”

“Infected? You expect me to fall for such a half-baked little trick? You overestimate yourself. You've caused harm for too long. Today, it ends."

Chen Fan thrust out his palm, executing the Northern Star Reaper Hand. Three massive fingers, as solid as pillars of the heavens, descended with earth-shattering force. The air trembled, and the atmosphere seemed to collapse under the sheer power of his attack.

Sang Chong’s expression darkened. He whipped his peach blossom fan fiercely. A projection of a mountain and river surged forth, filling the sky with its overwhelming force.

“Peach Blossom Mountain River!”

Rumble!

Chen Fan’s attack instantly neutralized the mountain and the river. The illusion dissolved into a cloud of primeval qi, powerless against the might of his strike.

“How is this possible? How could you be so strong!” Sang Chong shouted, his voice laced with panic.

“I’m only a step away from reaching the seventh-level Heavenly Star realm. How am I no match for you?”

He turned around to flee. Peach blossoms bloomed beneath his feet as he sprinted away at lightning speed, almost vanishing from the valley.

Many had come to kill Sang Chong but none had succeeded so far, all thanks to his cowardly nature. Whenever in danger, he would immediately flee.

Thanks to his cowardly nature and absolute speed, he had been able to run away for so many years, living in freedom.

“Thinking of running in front of me? How laughable!” Chen Fan smiled coldly and gave chase. His Wings of Rain Dragon spread open, and he tore through space, moving faster than a stream of light.

Rumble!

Suddenly, the entire Peach Blossom Valley began to rumble, blasting toward Chen Fan. Sang Chong had activated the Peach Blossom Valley to deal with Chen Fan.

Chen Fan did not stop. Clasping his palm, he executed the Flood Dragon Fist Dragon, which turned into a flood dragon’s claw. It swiped through the heavens, violently blasting onto the Peach Blossom Valley, breaking this Grade-6 treasure.

“Damn it!” Sang Chong panicked as his treasure broke and fled in desperation.

He resolved to escape the eastern continent and live a carefree life elsewhere if he survived this encounter with Chen Fan.

Chen Fan was too terrifying. As long as he was hunted by him, Sang Chong would never know peace.

Sang Chong moved swiftly, zipping through the void at a speed even an eighth-level Heavenly Star realm expert would struggle to match.

Unfortunately for him, his opponent was Chen Fan this time.

With the Wings of Rain Dragon boosting his speed, Chen Fan, like the rain dragon—lord of the skies—easily overtook him.

“Sinful beast, go repent in hell!”

A large hand descended from the sky, locking the surrounding space. Sang Chong was trapped as if caught in a swamp, enveloped by the aura of death.

“No, don’t kill me!”

No one could fearlessly face death, not to mention the cowardly Sang Chong.

Obviously, his pleas for mercy were useless.

The large golden hand fell with a boom. The earth rumbled, and the lands shook. Spider web-like cracks spread everywhere on the ground, and dust clouds were set off, reaching a thousand feet high.

Sang Chong’s pleas for mercy also came to an abrupt end. He was smashed into a mist of blood, disappearing without a trace.

Chen Fan didn’t feel a hint of sympathy toward evildoers like the lecherous Sang Chong. Scum like him did not deserve pity in death. That was Chen Fan’s attitude.