81: Is it you? The one who called off the engagement?

"Hehehe..."

A hoarse, ancient laugh emanated from the throat of "Chen Fan".

He scanned the main hall, looking at the boys and girls who were on guard, his gaze like one inspecting his own medicinal garden.

"What a pleasant surprise."

His voice carried a viscous quality that made one's Divine Soul nauseous.

"I didn't expect that a mere Wanghai City could prepare such a rich sacrifice for this seat."

"Revered Master!"

Wang Duojin hid behind the chair, his fat face deathly pale, his voice trembling.

"It... it's him! That... that Chen Fan from Luoyun Town whose engagement was broken!"

"How did he become such a ghost-like figure?"

Su Linger's eyes instantly turned as cold as ice.

She recalled the dossiers regarding the border tragedy that Zhao Wuji had submitted.

"It is him."

Her voice was colder than the mysterious ice beneath her feet.

"The city-destroying tragedy at the border of Zhao Kingdom, those Mortals who were drained of their essence blood, it was him who did it."

The veins on Ye Chenfeng's hand, which was gripping the sword hilt, bulged.

He remembered the youth who had drawn his sword in humiliation, his eyes filled with madness and unwillingness.

Yet he never expected that when they met again, he would have transformed into a world-destroying Devil Head.

Zhao Wuyou and Ye Wushang did not recognize this person.

But they could feel that terrifying, suffocating pressure that far exceeded the Void Refinement Stage.

Zhao Wuyou's Dragon blood was boiling; it was the excitement of meeting a worthy opponent.

Ye Wushang's Demonic blade was humming; it was the desire for cannibalism among the same kind.

The gaze of "Chen Fan" swept over the Disciples one by one, as if selecting the plumpest medicinal herbs.

His gaze stopped on Zhao Wuyou.

"The Bloodline of the Primordial Dragon God... not bad, not bad, a great tonic indeed."

He looked at Su Linger again.

"And this Innate Dao Fetus, if refined into a pill, it would be enough to restore thirty percent of my Divine Soul."

Finally, he looked at Ye Chenfeng.

"And this pure Sword Bone, hehe, it would be quite good for grinding teeth."

He completely ignored the green-robed youth who was still lazily sitting on a chair in front of those Disciples.

In his eyes, Chu Xuanjin was just a Mortal without any cultivation.

One, an ant that was about to be crushed to death by him casually.

"Alright, let's end the small talk here."

"Chen Fan" stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, his eyes full of impatience.

"This seat can no longer wait to taste you all."

"Obediently offer up your Divine Soul, and this seat can give you a quick death."

He opened his arms, and that strange gate made of flesh and blood erupted with thick Devilish Qi once again.

The entire main hall seemed to be wailing.

"Hey."

Just at this moment, a lazy voice sounded abruptly.

"Whoever you are, are you done acting?"

The movements of "Chen Fan" suddenly halted.

He slowly turned his head and cast his gaze toward the green-robed youth who had been sitting on the chair without moving from start to finish.

He actually wasn't affected by his Demonic power at all?

"Who are you?"

The brows of "Chen Fan" furrowed for the first time.

Chu Xuanjin ignored him.

He turned his head and looked at Wang Duojin behind the chair.

"Duojin."

"Di... Disciple is here!"

"What did you say just now? Someone who had their engagement broken?"

"Yes... yes, Revered Master!"

Wang Duojin nodded repeatedly, "It's him! I saw it with my own eyes! That little lady from the Yanxia Sect threw the marriage contract in his face in front of the whole clan!"

Hearing this, Chu Xuanjin nodded seriously.

He turned back to look at "Chen Fan" with a face full of heartache.

"Sigh, these days, the world is truly going downhill."

He shook his head and sighed.

"Just having an engagement broken, what's the big deal?"

"And you're acting like you want to die, even dragging the whole world down with you."

"The young people nowadays have such poor psychological resilience."

"You!"

A flash of rage, which did not belong to him and was triggered by hitting a sore spot, crossed the face of "Chen Fan".

That was the lingering obsession belonging to Chen Fan himself.

But immediately, this flash of rage was replaced by endless vicissitudes and indifference.

"A mere Mortal dares to chatter in front of this seat?"

"You are courting death!"

He stopped wasting words and raised his hand, pointing at Chu Xuanjin!

A strand of Devilish Qi, condensed to the extreme and black as ink, turned into a death ray that instantly pierced through the Void Realm and shot toward the center of Chu Xuanjin's brows!

This finger was enough to instantly kill any Cultivator below the Void Refinement Stage!

"Revered Master!"

Ye Chenfeng and the others were horrified and were about to step forward.

But they found that their bodies seemed to be imprisoned in place, unable to move!

They could only watch helplessly as the death ray shot toward their Revered Master.

Wang Duojin was even more terrified and closed his eyes.

However.

The expected scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere did not appear.

Chu Xuanjin was still sitting steadily on the chair.

He just extended two fingers.

The index finger and middle finger.

Just like that, with a casual pinch.

That death ray, which was enough to pierce through mountains and annihilate the Divine Soul, was just pinched between his fingers.

It twisted and struggled crazily, but could not advance even a fraction.

The entire main hall fell into dead silence instantly.

"You... you..."

The evil and vicissitudes on the face of "Chen Fan" were replaced for the first time by an emotion called "shock".

His eyes, which had been as calm as an ancient well, were now churning with monstrous waves.

"This... this is impossible!"

Chu Xuanjin looked at the Devilish Qi that was still unwillingly hissing between his fingers and frowned with some disgust.

"The force is too small, the speed is too slow, and the accuracy is also a bit lacking."

He shook his head and drew a conclusion.

"Fail."

Then, he flicked his finger.

"Swish!"

That death ray flew back at a speed a hundred times faster than when it came!

"Puchi!"

A soft sound.

A cloud of blood mist exploded on the right shoulder of "Chen Fan".

A blood hole that went straight through appeared there.

"Ah!"

A shrill scream came from the mouth of "Chen Fan".

He clutched his shoulder, staggering backward, his eyes full of unbelievable terror.

He was injured?

He, a dignified ancient Medicine King, occupying the Innate Medicine Body and utilizing the power of the great array, was actually heavily injured by a single finger from a Mortal who appeared to have no cultivation?

"Who... who exactly are you!"

His voice was hoarse, carrying a trace of fear that even he himself had not noticed.

Chu Xuanjin did not answer him.

He just stood up, patted the non-existent dust on his robe, and stretched.

"Sigh, warm-up over."

He raised his eyes and looked at the flesh-and-blood gate that was still continuously spewing Devilish Qi.

He raised his hand, and toward that gate, from afar, he waved gently.

Just like shooing away a bothersome fly.

There was no earth-shattering loud noise.

No world-destroying fluctuations.

That gate of flesh and blood, formed by the Divine Soul and flesh of Wei Zheng, and the power of the entire great array, and exuding a terrifying aura.

It just like that, silently began... to dissipate.

Yes, dissipate.

Like being gently wiped away from this world by an invisible hand.

The flesh and blood that composed it turned into nothingness.

The Devilish Qi that entangled it turned into nothingness.

The Law that supported it also turned into nothingness.

It took no more than a breath.

That gate, along with all the Devilish Qi it emitted, disappeared completely.

As if it had never appeared.

Inside the main hall, it returned to its original magnificence.

Sunlight spilled in from outside the window again.

Warm and peaceful.

Only the mess on the ground and the dumbfounded "Chen Fan" remained, proving that everything just now was not an illusion.

"No... no... my Myriad Devil Blood Sacrifice Array!"

"Chen Fan" let out a desperate wail.

His greatest reliance was just gone like that?

The look in his eyes when he looked at Chu Xuanjin was no longer shock, but fear originating from the deepest part of his Soul.

That was the most instinctive trembling when an ant looks up at a god.

Chu Xuanjin took steps, slowly walking toward him.

One step, two steps.

Every step that fell felt like it was stepping on the heart of "Chen Fan".

"You... don't come over!"

He roared, his tone fierce but cowardly.

"I am the ancient Medicine King! If you kill me, you will be an enemy of the entire Demonic Path!"

Chu Xuanjin stopped his steps.

He looked at this "old grandpa" in front of him who was still putting up a desperate fight, and laughed.

"Medicine King?"

"Is that something amazing?"

He raised his hand and slapped "Chen Fan" on the face lightly.

"Slap!"

A crisp slap.

"Chen Fan"'s left cheek instantly swelled up high, and he was slapped so hard that he spun in place three times and sat down on the ground.

"This slap is for those innocent Mortals in Luoyun Town who were drained of their essence blood by you."

"Slap!"

Another backhand.

"Chen Fan"'s right cheek also swelled up symmetrically.

"This slap is for that kid who was actually named Chen Fan."

"Although he was a fool, his body was not yours to snatch."

Chu Xuanjin walked up to him and looked down at him from above.

That gaze was calm and indifferent, as if looking at a pile of worthless trash.

"Now."

"Old thing."

"Have you decided how you want to die?"

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