Chapter 893 - Running Out of the Tomb

Guan Wei must have been out of his mind to dare make a move against Chen Fan. He sent Guan Wei flying with his slap, the force tearing his tendons, breaking his bones, and nearly ripping his head off his neck.

Chen Fan had just killed a first-level Manifestation realm expert, so what could a peak, late-stage Manifestation realm expert do to him?

Guan Wei screamed miserably as blood and teeth sprayed from his mouth like a machine gun. His body, riddled with broken bones, was hurled to the back of the crowd, where he was caught mid-air by a Daoist jiangshi, torn apart, and devoured.

No one was in the mood to sympathize with Guan Wei’s bitter experience. They only cursed their parents for not giving them extra legs—fleeing was all they could think of.

As for the Heavenly Soul Holy Spring, no one had the time to think about snatching it from Chen Fan.

In the face of death, all else became meaningless—or rather, they needed to survive first if they ever wanted to fight for it.

Chen Fan led Su Tong and Xiao Yuanyuan and escaped at an extremely fast speed. He could clearly sense the auras of the three jiangshi pursuing them were growing stronger.

Chen Fan was fast, but dragging along two people slowed him down a bit. Still, when he pushed himself to the limit, he reached the door like a golden beam, overtaking everyone.

Rumble!

However, Chen Fan quickly sensed three terrifying auras closing in on him. The three jiangshi had locked onto him, their relentless pursuit leaving no room for escape.

He immediately understood the reason: he had the Heavenly Soul Holy Spring.

The three jiangshi were like heavy tanks. Wherever they passed, martial artists were either ripped apart or smashed into pieces, leaving a trail of carnage.

Earlier, the three jiangshi had relished slaughtering the martial artists; suddenly, they lost interest in slaughtering the others. Their gazes were fixed solely on him.

With his Wings of Rain Dragon, Chen Fan moved like a streak of lightning, covering vast distances instantly. His speed was extraordinary, but so were the speeds of the jiangshi.

Their movements were terrifyingly swift, a testament to the immense power they must have wielded in life. Clearly, they had been great figures once, with unparalleled techniques, overtaking most of the martial artists in the blink of an eye.

Some people who fell behind thought they were dead for sure; unexpectedly, the three jiangshi ignored them and chased Chen Fan fervently instead. Relieved, they burst into laughter, their joy unrestrained.

“Hahaha, I’m alive, I’m alive!”

“Serves him right for daring to take the Heavenly Soul Holy Spring. Now he’s being hunted to the ends of the world.”

Not far away, the Scarlet Flame Demon Ape, Zhan Kong, saw the three jiangshi chasing Chen Fan in unison and also gloated at his plight.

It had been seething over its failure to obtain the Heavenly Soul Holy Spring; now, it felt a twisted sense of satisfaction.

If it had taken the spring, the three jiangshi would have been chasing it. Even if it had three heads and six arms, it couldn’t have escaped that calamity.

Soon, the other martial artists also noticed that the three jiangshi were going after Chen Fan and rejoiced inside. They hurriedly opened a path lest they be caught in the mess.

Now, the three jiangshi had already lost all interest in them. That was the best they could ask for. If the creatures had turned on them instead, none would stand a chance—they’d simply become nutrients for the jiangshi’s recovery.

With an unfortunate soul drawing all the firepower for them, they could not be any happier, so how could they possibly extend a helping hand?

For Chen Fan, the pressure was overwhelming. The three jiangshi locked onto him with unrelenting precision, their auras making it clear they wouldn’t stop until he was torn apart.

The three jiangshi roared repeatedly as their ferocious qi surged into the sky, transforming into all sorts of corpse Dao methods and bombarding Chen Fan. The power in their moves was unusually terrifying; each move could heavily injure or even kill a peak, late-stage, half-step, Manifestation realm martial artist.

However, Chen Fan was too fast. His Wings of Rain Dragon whipped up devastating hurricanes, with razor-sharp wind blades slicing through the air, creating barriers that hindered the jiangshi’s pursuit.

Unfortunately, the three jiangshi were impervious to weapons. They charged forward, ignoring the wind blades, running right into them and crushing everything.

Chen Fan and the three jiangshi were fast like lightning. The tomb’s exit appeared in the distance—a gateway to the open world beyond.

The three jiangshi saw through Chen Fan’s plan. Their corpse qi flared intensely, igniting like wildfire. Their speed surged; in an instant, they closed the gap between themselves and Chen Fan.

Various corpse Dao martial arts simultaneously swept toward Chen Fan.

Boom, boom, boom...

Chen Fan’s city treasure blocked the three terrifying attacks, producing clanging noises as sparks flew everywhere.

The treasure, an exceptional Grade-7 artifact, excelled in defense despite its weak offensive capabilities. It effortlessly withstood the attacks, allowing Chen Fan to maintain his speed without the slightest hindrance.

Swoosh.

Chen Fan stepped out of the tomb in the blink of an eye. Looking back, the three jiangshi roared furiously at the entrance. Terrifying corpse qi kept sweeping and erupting, forming several jiangshi kingdoms.

However, the three jiangshi did not dare to take a single step out of the tomb, seemingly fearful of something.

“

Phew

, I’m finally out.” Chen Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

Though he wasn’t afraid of them, facing all three simultaneously was a significant risk. The auras of these three jiangshi were all infinitely close to the second-level Manifestation realm, which made them formidable opponents.

If they had pursued him beyond the tomb, a fierce battle would’ve been unavoidable—one that could result in mutual destruction and leave him vulnerable to others.

After all, he still had the Heavenly Soul Holy Spring.

Behind him, Su Tong and Xiao Yuanyuan also let out a long breath. If Chen Fan hadn’t been around, they wouldn’t have left the tomb alive.

Meanwhile, the other martial artists were left dumbfounded.

Moments earlier, they had been gloating over Chen Fan’s plight, relieved that he had drawn the jiangshi’s wrath.

But now, the three jiangshi stood at the cave entrance, guarding their only exit. Their scalps turned numb.

How were they supposed to escape now?

The three jiangshi vented their rage at failing to catch up to Chen Fan on these people almost instantly. A bloodbath played out at the exit once more, and it was unusually tragic.

Chen Fan did not feel any sympathy.

Just moments before, when he was being pursued by the three jiangshi, these people had been gloating at his misfortune and laughing at him.