novelapdf Chapter 570 Wang Zhennan! Chen Mu is Chen Fan!
Chapter 570 Wang Zhennan! Chen Mu is Chen Fan!
"Chen Mu! No, who are you?!" Wang Teng screamed hoarsely, his voice tinged with hysteria. "With your strength, you're no nobody. Who are you? Why are you determined to kill me? What grudge do I, Wang Teng, have against you?"
Chen Fan stopped ten steps away.
He looked down at the face contorted with fear, his eyes remaining completely calm.
"My family name is Chen, and my given name is Fan."
What?
Wang Teng was stunned for a moment, then his pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.
He had certainly heard of Chen Fan!
The old eunuch who came out of the sealed land killed Wang Xuan and was wanted by the eight major families with a bounty of 100,000 mid-grade spirit stones.
To his utter surprise, the wanted old eunuch not only didn't hide in some corner of Tiannan Star to eke out a living, but instead disguised himself and infiltrated the Great Yu Kingdom, and even fought his way to the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
"You..." Wang Teng's voice was hoarse and dry, carrying a hint of despair, "So it was you! No wonder you wanted to kill me..."
Before he could finish speaking, Chen Fan had already drawn his eleventh sword.
The moment the gray-white sword light flashed, Wang Teng shouted and activated the flame shield to its maximum. At the same time, he took out the last life-saving talisman from his sleeve with his left hand and crushed it.
The talisman transformed into a crimson light that enveloped his entire body. It was a rare fifth-order teleportation talisman, capable of randomly teleporting cultivators dozens of miles away in a short period of time.
Chen Fan's gaze turned slightly cold.
He had suffered from this kind of escape talisman when he was intercepted by Wang Zhennan outside the sealed land, and he would not make the same mistake a second time.
He planted the Black Soul Banner in the ground, and millions of souls on the banner howled in unison. Countless black threads spread out in all directions like a spider web, completely sealing off the space within a radius of several hundred feet.
At the same time, Chen Fan extended one finger and uttered a single word!
Certainly!
Visibly, the red light of the Escape Talisman shattered inch by inch under the entanglement of the black threads, and Wang Teng's figure also came to a standstill!
Pure despair finally surfaced in his eyes, his knees buckled and he collapsed to his knees, shouting in a hoarse voice:
"Chen Fan! Spare my life, and I, Wang Teng, swear on my Dao heart that I will never reveal your identity after returning to my family! The Wang family's pursuit of you has prompted me to intervene on your behalf. I'll give you anything you want! Just spare my life!"
Chen Fan looked down at Wang Teng, who was kneeling and begging for mercy, his eyes calm and indifferent.
He raised his sword and thrust it out without the slightest hesitation.
Just as it was about to strike his chest, a dazzling golden light suddenly shone from between Wang Teng's eyebrows.
The next second, a powerful aura at the Nascent Soul level erupted from the golden light, causing Chen Fan's sword tip to deflect by three points.
The golden light condensed into a semi-transparent phantom in front of Wang Teng. The phantom had a majestic face and wore a purple-gold dragon robe. It was none other than Wang Zhennan, the Nascent Soul Ancestor of the Wang family.
This is neither a magic weapon nor a talisman, but a wisp of divine imprint left by Wang Zhennan deep within Wang Teng's soul.
This mark will only be triggered when Wang Teng is facing a true life-or-death situation; it is the last protective talisman left by the Wang family patriarch for his direct descendants.
Wang Zhennan's illusory figure hovered in mid-air, and his pressure as a Nascent Soul level expert crushed down on Chen Fan as if it were a tangible force.
He stared coldly at Chen Fan, his voice carrying an undeniable authority: "Old eunuch, it really is you. You've got some nerve. You escaped from my grasp in the Red Land last time, and now you dare to kill someone from my Wang family. Release him immediately, and I'll let bygones be bygones. If you remain obstinate, no matter where you hide, I will personally descend upon you and tear your soul from your body, grind your bones to dust!"
The cultivators from Jianzhou and Mingzhou, seeing this scene from afar, all froze in place.
They had only heard of the divine projection of the Nascent Soul Ancestor in rumors, but now that they had seen it with their own eyes, they knew how terrifying that pressure was.
What shocked them even more were the words spoken by this ancestor.
An old eunuch?
Is Chen Mu the same Chen Fan who was wanted by the Eight Great Families?
The group exchanged bewildered glances, while some secretly took out their communication jade talismans and sent the message to their fellow disciples and families outside the valley.
In the desolate allied camp, Han Yueshan's role suddenly changed!
He had speculated about Chen Fan's background, but he never expected that this person would be the old eunuch Chen Fan who was wanted by the Eight Great Families.
Faced with Wang Zhennan's threat, Chen Fan simply raised his head slowly.
He let the overwhelming pressure of the Nascent Soul stage wash over him without moving an inch, and slowly opened his mouth while looking into the eyes of Wang Zhennan's illusory figure.
"Threaten us? Will it work? We killed Wang Xuan in the Sealed Land, five Nascent Soul cultivators from your Wang family in the Red Land, and seven guest elders from your Wang family in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons. Do you think we're afraid of killing one more?"
The golden light on Wang Zhennan's illusory figure flickered violently, clearly enraged by those words: "You dare!"
Chen Fan did not answer.
He simply thrust out his sword.
The sword tip pierced through Wang Teng's heart, and the gray-white sword intent erupted within him, shattering his soul and nascent soul together.
Wang Teng froze on the spot, his expression frozen between horror and disbelief, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something!
It only let out a hoarse hoarse sound, and the light in its eyes quickly dimmed and finally went out completely.
With a flick of the Black Soul Banner, a powerful suction force drew Wang Teng's still-dissipating soul, along with his storage bag, into the banner.
On the precipice, Wang Teng's body lay supine, blood gushing from the sword wound in his chest, staining a large area of rocks red.
Wang Zhennan's phantom hovered in mid-air, watching helplessly as Wang Teng's corpse fell into a pool of blood.
The golden light on the phantom surged violently, like boiling magma. The pressure of the Nascent Soul level erupted without reservation at this moment, causing the rubble on the cliff to fly everywhere.
"Chen Fan!" Wang Zhennan's voice was like a curse from the depths of hell, "You're courting death! My elder brother and I are already on our way to the Great Yu Imperial City, and we'll arrive in two days at most! Once the teleportation array in the Ten Thousand Demon Valley opens, it will be your death day! I will definitely extract your soul and refine it, throwing your spirit into the Soul Refining Furnace to suffer the torment of burning your soul for ten thousand years!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Fan simply sheathed Eleven without any expression.
Then he turned around, his back to the enraged phantom, and uttered only a calm statement:
"One day, our family will personally come to their door and massacre the Wang family. Let Wang Zhenyue wash his neck and wait."
As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't linger and disappeared into the shadows of the dense forest in a flash.
Wang Zhennan's phantom slowly dissipated after his spiritual power was exhausted!
On the high platform of the Forbidden Garden, Qin Taiyue sat upright in his purple-gold official chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrests, the rhythm a little faster than usual.
In the luminous water mirror, the standoff on the cliff has come to an end.
Wang Teng's body lay in a pool of blood, and the gray-blue figure had disappeared into the dense forest, leaving behind only a group of dumbfounded onlookers.
On the leaderboard at the edge of the Water Mirror, Youzhou's name flashed a few times, its points plummeted, while Huangzhou's ranking quietly moved up one place.
"Chen Mu... is Chen Fan." Qin Taiyue spoke slowly, his voice calm. "The Chen Fan who came out of the sealed land. The eight major families have been jointly hunting him for months, but he participated in the national competition right under our noses and even made it into the top ten."