7: The chosen one? How laughable!

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

Seeing Shen Lian approach him with Killing Intent, Ye Fan trembled in fear, his body constantly moving backward.

Inside the blood-soaked Law Enforcement Hall, heavy footsteps echoed, rhythmically closing in. Fear spread through Ye Fan's body and mind like a plague.

"Shen Lian, you can't kill me. If you kill me, the seven Senior Sisters will never forgive you."

At this point, Ye Fan began to bring up the seven white-eyed wolves, seemingly hoping to make Shen Lian spare him.

But unfortunately, the current Shen Lian was no longer the Fei Yangyang whose original Soul had been occupied. Even if he knew the seven wanted to kill him, he would still fawn over them.

"Hmph..."

With a cold snort, Shen Lian was already standing in front of Ye Fan.

From Shen Lian's eyes, Ye Fan saw no trace of the usual submissiveness he was familiar with.

There was only endless mockery and sarcasm.

The so-called son of heavenly mandate is naturally a Prodigy and hero supported by the Heavenly Dao, whose Luck far surpasses that of ordinary people by thousands of times.

They can also be said to be the protagonists of a world. Any opponent who tries to suppress them will ultimately be completely destroyed by the backlash.

However, Shen Lian was an exception.

He Transmigrated to a Xuanhuan world, his initial identity not even counting as a supporting character, only an ant cannon fodder, not even qualified to be a stepping stone for those sons of heavenly mandate.

Once he had any conflict with a son of heavenly mandate, he wouldn't even live past half a chapter, and the process of his death would be glossed over in a perfunctory manner.

However, Shen Lian miraculously rose from a passerby character all the way to the Peak, relying on his extraordinary will and keen insight.

Across ninety-nine lifetimes, the sons of heavenly mandate who died by his hands numbered no less than eight hundred, if not a thousand.

Later, many so-called sons of heavenly mandate were even personally cultivated by Shen Lian to their Peak because he found direct annihilation too unchallenging. Then, in a head-on confrontation, he would completely cast them down from their pedestals, their Divine Soul cultivation drained by the human emperor cauldron and refined into human pills.

Due to Shen Lian's formidable strength that made even gods and demons retreat, his unconstrained and arrogant personality, and his cultivation of Dao through martial arts, reaching the Peak with a Mortal body, he was honored with the title "Human Emperor" for dozens of lifetimes.

But because of his extremely arrogant and cold personality, more people preferred to call Shen Lian "Human Madman."

Yet, Shen Lian indeed had the capital to be mad. When one possesses absolute power that can crush everything, the word "mad" becomes a compliment.

"Let me take a good look at what kind of appearance this Heavens Chosen Prodigy, whom the entire Sect spared no expense to cultivate, truly possesses."

Shen Lian bent down, staring intently at Ye Fan's delicate and handsome face.

Facing Shen Lian so close, Ye Fan didn't even dare to breathe heavily.

This extreme sense of oppression was something he had never experienced in his life.

After about ten breaths, Shen Lian shook his head: "So, a Heavens Chosen Prodigy is just this humble, cowardly, and lowly.

Then I can only say that all the trash in Heavenly Feather Sect must have been blind to choose you as their pawn to reach the Peak of their lives.

I advise you to look in a mirror and see your current dog-despised appearance. If I were you, I would choose to commit suicide on the spot, at least to maintain a shred of dignity as a Son of Destiny."

Before Ye Fan could answer, he plunged the blood-stained longsword in his hand into the floor an inch in front of Ye Fan's crotch.

Immediately, Ye Fan broke out in a cold sweat. If Shen Lian's sword had deviated even slightly, he would have been completely castrated.

"Come, use this profound-grade spirit sword to prove to me that you are not trash, that you can die for the pride of a Heavens Chosen Prodigy, for your own self-respect, to show your resolve."

After Shen Lian finished speaking, he stepped back half a pace, his eyes slightly closed, seemingly waiting for Ye Fan to draw his sword and commit suicide.

"No, Senior Brother Shen, do you really not care about the seven Senior Sisters anymore? They... they..."

But the next moment, meeting Shen Lian's mocking and disdainful gaze, Ye Fan couldn't utter another word.

"Speak, why aren't you speaking?"

Shen Lian slowly unfolded his Folding Fan.

"Are you trying to say that if I harm you in the slightest, those seven ungrateful white-eyed wolves will break ties with me and never forgive me again?"

"Are you trying to say that if they knew your current predicament, they would stop at nothing to eliminate me to please you?"

"Hahahaha, son of heavenly mandate? How utterly ridiculous. In the end, you're just trash who can only rely on women.

Just like your incomplete life, pathetic and tragic."

"Do you think I still care about those seven white-eyed wolves, or that I would feel uneasy because you mention their names?"

"If you think so, then I regret to tell you a reality."

Shen Lian turned his back, slightly tilting his head.

"Your wishful thinking is wrong. The humiliation you've inflicted on me all these years, I will return to you tenfold."

"Since I can send them to the divine altar, I can naturally send them to Hell. Those who betray a sincere heart,

are only fit to rot in the mud, gazing up at the existence they yearn for like ants, finally fading into a pile of yellow earth!"

"So, Son of Destiny, tell me, when your only means are ineffective against me, what else can restrain a Dragon soaring to the heavens?"

Ye Fan's mind went blank. He couldn't believe that Shen Lian truly didn't care about the seven Senior Sisters anymore.

How could this be? He had clearly been PUA'd by the seven to the point of losing all dignity, reduced to a humble dog. Why such a drastic change in just one night?

No, if this is the case, how can he reach the Peak, how can he become an existence worshipped by billions of living beings?

At this moment, perhaps with the blessing of the Heavenly Dao's Luck, his internal fear was replaced by endless resentment.

Looking at the arrogant figure with his back to him, and then at the blood-stained Spirit Sword before him, Killing Intent instantly filled his entire body.

"No, I must kill him, I cannot let him live!"

He abruptly stood up, disregarding his own injuries, and pressed down on the Spirit Sword embedded in the ground, his face twisting into an extremely ferocious expression.

"Shen Lian, you deserve to die!"

With an angry roar, Ye Fan tried to pull out the sword and stab Shen Lian in the back.

He had calculated it; at this distance, at this timing, one stab would surely kill Shen Lian.

But the next moment, an extremely awkward scene unfolded.

He couldn't pull out the Spirit Sword embedded in the stone ground.

"How is this possible? Why can't I pull it out?"

Ye Fan looked at the Spirit Sword embedded in the ground with disbelief. It was as if it had merged with the earth; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it an inch.

"Hahahahaha~"

Feeling Ye Fan's clown-like behavior behind him, Shen Lian couldn't help but burst into laughter.

He slowly raised an index finger to the Ye Fan behind him and gently wagged it: "A dignified son of heavenly mandate can't even pull out a mere Spirit Sword? Your level of trashiness is truly refreshing!"

With that, he suddenly turned around and slammed out a palm, hitting Ye Fan squarely in the chest.

"Pfft––"

Boom––

Spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, Ye Fan was directly embedded into the wall built of high-grade granite.

This palm strike directly shattered his protective Qi, and three of his ribs were also broken.

"trash, die!"

Shen Lian raised his palm again, increasing his power by another layer. Gale force winds swirled and condensed in his palm, striking towards Ye Fan.

"Rebellious Disciple, stop!"

Just at this critical moment, a booming voice echoed from outside the Law Enforcement Hall.

Following closely was a vast palm force condensed from silver light, heading straight for Shen Lian's back.

"Hm?"

With a sound of doubt, Shen Lian seemed to have anticipated it.

He immediately withdrew his move, quickly grabbed the dazed Ye Fan, turned, and used him as a shield.