Chapter 950 - The Method to Save Chen Fan

Demon King Xuan Ting and his group raced above the Endless Sea. They had been trailing behind ever since Chen Fan lured the black-robed man away.

However, their speed was nowhere near that of Chen Fan and the black-robed man, so they quickly lost sight of the two.

Fortunately, the two left behind traces of powerful auras. Demon King Xuan Ting and the others followed the traces and went after them.

“What a fierce fluctuation!”

Suddenly, an intense wave of energy surged ahead, shaking their souls as if facing heaven’s might. \

Xuan Shitong’s expression darkened.

“Father.”

Could it be that the black-robed man had caught up to Chen Fan?

Demon King Xuan Ting understood her worry at a glance. His eyes narrowed, and he said with a low voice, “Come, let’s go over.”

The group immediately sped up and flew ahead.

Meanwhile, explosions raged within Chen Fan.

The backlash of the laws erupted furiously. He was pushing the Heaven Seizing Furnace to the limit, yet he couldn’t suppress the backlash.

His injuries were too severe. Forcibly touching more than a dozen laws at once—if not for the furnace containing the backlash, he would have been reduced to dust like the Demonic Child of Darkness and the others.

At this moment, he was already on the brink of death.

“Is this really... my end?” A bitter smile appeared on Chen Fan’s face.

The furnace could no longer suppress his injuries, so all the accumulated pain, fatigue, and injuries erupted at once. His vitality was rapidly flowing away.

Chen Fan plummeted straight down from the sky.

Swish!

Thankfully, Demon King Xuan Ting arrived in time and saw Chen Fan falling. He streaked forward in a flash of light, catching Chen Fan mid-fall as the others rushed over.

Seeing the unconscious Chen Fan and scanning the area, they found no trace of the black-robed man. A chill ran through them. Had Chen Fan gotten rid of that ninth-level Manifestation realm expert?

“Leave this place immediately. Let’s go!” Demon King Xuan Ting ordered, sweeping his gaze around. Sensing no other auras, he wasted no time. The group quickly took off.

Xuan Shitong looked at the dying Chen Fan, her face pale.

Will he survive?

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𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Meanwhile, the Xuan Ting Demonic Island was in turmoil.

Too many things have happened today—it felt like a whirlwind, leaving everyone reeling.

First, the Huyan Demon Sect stormed the island. Just as they faltered, the Ye Clan of Ping Shan Demonic Island arrived, sealing the area and attempting a massacre.

Then, at the height of the crisis, the very man who started it all—Chen Fan—returned. He took down more than twenty Manifestation realm experts alone, killing them like he was mowing grass.

However, just as the crowd thought that the crisis was over, another turn of events took place. A ninth-level Manifestation realm peerless expert made a move against Chen Fan, wanting to kill him.

What happened next, no one knew. Chen Fan had simply lured the enemy away, disappearing into the unknown.

However, everyone believed Chen Fan was doomed against the black-robed man’s pursuit.

“How truly unexpected. So many things happened today. So many twists and turns. I still haven’t fully processed it.”

“I know, right? All of this is like a dream. I wonder what’s happening on Chen Fan’s side now.”

“What else? Facing that expert, I’d say... he’s as good as dead.”

“Forget it. We can’t interfere. We’d better eradicate the Huyan Demon Sect and the Ye Clan’s people first. They all deserve to die. I must kill at least two or three of them.”

Led by two demon lord-class experts, the entire Xuan Ting Demonic Island surrounded and killed the people from the Ye Clan and the Huyan Demon Sect.

Without any Manifestation realm experts left to protect them, their deaths came swiftly, screams echoing through the battlefield.

Swish, swish.

Suddenly, the sound of breaking wind filled the air. Demon King Xuan Ting’s group had returned, directly flying into the demon king’s palace.

“Lord Demon King and the others are back.”

“I just saw Demon General Chen Fan...”

“I saw him too.”

The crowd broke out into heated discussions at once.

They had all expected Chen Fan to die at the ninth-level Manifestation realm expert’s hands; unexpectedly, Demon King Xuan Ting brought him back.

But judging by the looks of it, things didn’t seem good.

In a courtyard within the demon king’s palace, a group gathered, their brows furrowed as they watched the unconscious youth lying on the bed.

Xuan Shitong sat by Chen Fan’s side with her eyebrows knitted tightly. She raised her head and looked at Demon King Xuan Ting and the others.

“Father, how is it?” Xuan Shitong asked.

“His life force is extremely tenacious, and a powerful force is protecting his life. He is in no immediate danger, but he seems to have used some kind of forbidden power, leaving him severely injured and damaging his foundation. A full recovery... is uncertain,” Demon King Xuan Ting said. “These injuries might even hinder his future cultivation.”

“Can’t elixirs heal him?”

“It’s useless.” Demon King Xuan Ting shook his head.

Xuan Shitong’s face paled. Her gaze fell on Chen Fan, sorrow flickering in her beautiful eyes.

Chen Fan had killed more than twenty Manifestation realm experts in a single battle. It was an unparalleled feat of dominance. His brilliance was unmatched.

She recalled their time together. At first, he was merely a curiosity, a youth from the Tianwu Continent. However, from their interactions, her feelings slowly changed.

He was the first man to stir her heart, the only one she had ever loved—and the last.

She had long since fallen too deep to turn back.

Determination filled her eyes as she looked up at Demon King Xuan Ting.

“Father, I want to save him!”

Demon King Xuan Ting’s gaze flickered. His expression turned complicated. “Are you going to—”

“That’s right.” Xuan Shitong cut Demon King Xuan Ting off before he could finish his sentence.

“My girl, that method only exists in ancient records. Success is not guaranteed.”

“Father, I’ve already made up my mind. It’s fine even if I fail. My heart already belongs to him.” Xuan Shitong’s expression was resolute. She turned to Chen Fan, her eyes filled with deep affection. Reaching out, she gently caressed his pale face.

Demon King Xuan Ting looked at Xuan Shitong, then looked at Chen Fan, whose face was as white as paper. He took a deep breath, then said, “Very well. Since you’ve made your choice, I will respect it. Everyone, get out. No one is to set foot in this courtyard during this time.”

Soon, Demon King Xuan Ting and the others walked out, leaving only Xuan Shitong and Chen Fan in the room.

Xuan Shitong looked at Chen Fan quietly. For a while, she simply gazed at him. Then, a faint smile tugged at her lips. “Damned scoundrel, you got a bargain.”

As her voice fell, Xuan Shitong slipped off her clothing.

Moments later, muffled sounds of pain and pleasure filled the room.