pertwk Chapter 807 - Taking Their Place
Chapter 807 - Taking Their Place
Chapter 807 - Taking Their Place
"You dare provoke me, yet tremble at the thought of him? Do you value your lives so little?"
Chen Fan’s words resounded like thunder in the ears of the Mo Clan members, shaking their hearts and minds to the core.
In just three steps, the Mo Clan patriarch, a second-level Heavenly Star realm expert, had his dantian shattered and was reduced to a cripple.
They couldn’t say anything back to Chen Fan.
Could they afford to offend him?
They couldn’t offend either side!
The patriarch had been painfully aware of this dilemma.
Yet, between Chen Fan and the Zhang Clan, he had chosen Chen Fan and ended up suffering such a tragic fate.
Chen Fan raised his head and looked at Zhang Wuji.
He saw that Zhang Wuji’s brow was slightly furrowed. He could not see through Chen Fan’s cultivation level, but he seemed pretty strong.
“Take him down!” He waved his arm, ordering the people behind him.
Though arrogant by nature, Zhang Wuji wasn’t reckless—especially not on this ruthless demonic island, where boundless arrogance could mean one of two things: either powerful backing or utter foolishness.
Thanks to Zhang Yu, the Zhang Clan was the overlord of this area, with no one daring to provoke them. However, even that dominance had limits.
The Xuan Ting Demon Sect was very large, with countless disciples in their ranks. Plenty of people were more influential than Zhang Yu. Offending the wrong person could spell disaster, wiping out the Zhang Clan in an instant.
This understanding tempered Zhang Wuji’s actions. While he carried the arrogance of the Zhang Clan’s young master, he wasn’t a fool. Seeing Chen Fan crippling the Mo Clan’s patriarch in three steps, Zhang Wuji opted for caution.
Thump.
Chen Fan flew up, and Zhang Wuji’s expression sank. He let out a low grunt, feeling an invisible pressure squeezing him. His cultivation was also being suppressed.
The Zhang Clan experts in front of him continued approaching Chen Fan. On the other hand, Chen Fan continued rising higher, carrying Xiaoyu in his arms, and spat out, “Annihilate.”
Chla!
A streak of sword qi shot from his mouth, imbued with an overwhelming destructive force that tore through the air in an instant.
Poof, poof, poof...
One by one, the Zhang Clan experts who had been advancing toward Chen Fan were obliterated, disintegrating into nothingness.
He looked at the youth beside Zhang Yu and said indifferently, “You’re a disciple of the Xuan Ting Demon Sect too, aren’t you? If you wish to intervene, I don’t mind killing you as well.”
In his eyes, it seemed there was little difference between killing Zhang Yu alone or eliminating both of them.
The youth met Chen Fan’s gaze without anger. Instead, a look of amusement flickered across his face. This man was arrogant to the extreme.
The youth smiled and said, “Hoho, if you really managed to kill Zhang Yu, then we’ll be fellow disciples. If not, then you’ll have to pay with your life.”
Without a word, the youth stepped back, giving them space, showing no intention of helping Zhang Yu.
This was the distinguishing quality of demonic sects.
This behavior wasn’t uncommon. Martial artists of the demonic path had always valued strength above all else.
Chi.
Zhang Yu suddenly moved, but not to attack Chen Fan. Instead, she attacked Madam Mo. Demonic light blossomed from her finger, seemingly about to swallow Madam Mo.
Chen Fan’s expression changed slightly. He appeared before Madam Mo and unleashed his terrifying Heavenly Star realm might.
“Continent martial artist, seventh-level Heavenly Star realm.” Sensing Chen Fan’s aura, Zhang Yu’s expression flickered.
Without hesitation, she struck again. Her palm sent forth a wave of demonic light that twisted into a vicious demonic python, rushing toward Chen Fan with deadly speed.
Her initial strike on Madam Mo had been a distraction, a cunning ploy to create an opening for a fatal blow against Chen Fan. This petty trick worked as expected; Chen Fan did not abandon Madam Mo.
Demonic cultivators cared little about means; usually, all fights were life-and-death battles for them. In their eyes, the end always justified the means.
“Annihilate.”
However, facing Zhang Yu’s attack, Chen Fan opened his mouth and spat out another streak of sword light. The attack dissipated the demonic python.
Zhang Yu’s face turned white like paper, realizing she had kicked on a steel plate. Gritting her teeth, she turned into a stream of demonic light to flee.
“You think you can get away?” Chen Fan smiled coldly. That streak of sword light drew a long river in the sky. The stream of demonic light scattered, revealing Zhang Yu.
A bloody mark appeared on her glabella as she looked at Chen Fan with indignity. The attack had split her into several pieces.
The Xuan Ting Demon Sect’s other member’s expression also turned grave.
Zhang Yu was in the eighth-level Heavenly Star realm, yet she couldn’t even escape from this seventh-level Heavenly Star realm youth. He killed her with one attack.
This kind of combat strength was too terrifying.