novelapdf Chapter 573 Blocking the Door! Old Eunuch! You've finally come out!
Chapter 573 Blocking the Door! Old Eunuch! You've finally come out!
Chen Fan opened his eyes and stood up from the cave.
He tucked the Black Soul Banner back into his waistband and hid the Phoenix Flame Sword in his sleeve, within easy reach!
Then he pushed aside the vines and walked out of the cave.
The spatial rift at the valley entrance has been fully opened, and the surviving candidates from various prefectures are desperately flying towards the valley entrance, fearing that if they are a step too slow, they will be caught up by the demon king again.
Chen Fan didn't linger and immediately soared into the sky!
As they got closer to the valley entrance.
Chen Fan could already see the outline of the forbidden garden's high platform through the spatial rift.
On the high platform, Qin Taiyue sat in the main seat, with two rows of black-robed stewards standing guard behind him.
The high platform was surrounded by a dense crowd of people from various prefectures, many of whom possessed the aura of late-stage Nascent Soul or even Divine Transformation level.
Of all the auras, two were particularly terrifying.
Those were two overwhelming pressures at the Nascent Soul level, unabashedly enveloping the entire forbidden garden.
One of them, fierce as fire, was Wang Zhennan!
The other one, as deep and unfathomable as an abyss, even more powerful and profound than Wang Zhennan, was none other than Wang Zhenyue, another Nascent Soul ancestor of the Wang family.
Two Nascent Soul stage monsters have come in person.
Seeing this, Chen Fan remained calm as he passed through the spatial rift and landed on the plain outside the Forbidden Garden.
The moment he landed, dozens of eyes locked onto him simultaneously.
Most of the gazes were curious or gloating from cultivators from various prefectures, while a few cold and sharp ones came from the shadows around the high platform!
Directly below the high platform, two Nascent Soul stage auras pressed down on him like two mountains.
Wang Zhennan stood with his hands behind his back at the front of the crowd, wearing a crimson brocade robe. His face bore a slight resemblance to Wang Teng's, only more aged and stern.
His hawk-like eyes burned with undisguised killing intent, while a cruel smile played on his lips, as if he could already see his enemy being torn apart by his own hands.
Behind him stood an old man with white hair, dressed in a purple-gold dragon robe. His face was as stern as a piece of ancient cold iron, and his fiery spiritual power surged around him. With each step he took, a scorched mark was left on the bluestone ground beneath his feet.
This person is none other than Wang Zhenyue, the current patriarch of the Wang family and a peak mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
The two brothers stood side by side, like an insurmountable fiery mountain, making all the cultivators present feel breathless.
"Chen Fan," Wang Zhennan spoke, his voice filled with barely suppressed killing intent and smugness, "You actually dared to come out. I thought you'd hide in the valley like a coward for the rest of your life."
More and more gloating glances appeared around them.
The remaining personnel in Yunzhou and Leizhou were filled with schadenfreude. Their candidates had been completely wiped out by Chen Fan, and now someone had finally avenged them.
In Youzhou, there was a chorus of gritted teeth as Wang Teng's followers stared intently at Chen Fan, wishing they could pounce on him and tear him to pieces.
The cultivators from Jianzhou and Mingzhou watched with amusement. They had witnessed Chen Fan's rampage in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, and now that they saw him being blocked at the valley entrance by two Nascent Soul Ancestors, they felt both relieved and moved!
There were also a few worried glances.
Han Yueshan stood in the Huangzhou queue, his hands clenched into fists.
He knew that as a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, he had no right to speak in front of a Deity Transformation cultivator, but his square face was still filled with resentment and guilt.
Qin Dao gripped the hilt of the tiger-headed broadsword tightly, his tiger-like eyes filled with anger and helplessness.
He tried to rush forward to take a blow for Chen Fan, but Han Yueshan held him down firmly.
Ma Chengkong stood at a distance, his expression shifting, before finally sighing and lowering his head.
Chen Fan stood in the center of the plain, enduring the pressure from the two Nascent Soul level beings, without moving an inch.
He raised his head, his gaze passing over the crowd and landing on Wang Zhennan and Wang Zhenyue.
His clean, beardless face remained expressionless, only displaying an unfathomable calm.
It was as if the two cultivators standing in front of him were not two Nascent Soul cultivators, but two wild dogs barking loudly.
"Wang Zhennan, Wang Zhenyue," Chen Fan spoke slowly, his voice not loud but clearly carrying throughout the entire forbidden garden. "We act with integrity and uprightness, why should we hide our true colors? I killed Wang Teng, and I also killed the seven Nascent Soul cultivators from the Wang family who entered the valley. Your Wang family members are indeed not very resilient. Now that you two old dogs have come in person, I want to see how much stronger you are than Wang Teng."
These words caused an uproar in the room.
To call two Nascent Soul cultivators "old dogs" in front of them is beyond audacious.
He's either insane, or he's fearless.
Wang Zhennan's face instantly turned ashen, and his fiery spiritual power erupted, unleashing his Nascent Soul level pressure upon Chen Fan without reservation.
Although Wang Zhenyue behind him remained expressionless, a cold killing intent flashed in his calm eyes.
"You're courting death." Wang Zhennan spat out the two words through gritted teeth, his five fingers slightly spread, and a giant crimson fiery palm appeared out of thin air, slamming down on Chen Fan's head.
That palm strike blotted out the sky, and the power of the flames burned half the sky red.
Wherever the palm strike passed, the air exploded, the ground cracked inch by inch, and the rubble was swept into the air by the shockwave, where it was melted by the high temperature and dripped down as crimson magma.
A strike from the Nascent Soul stage is terrifying beyond measure.
Chen Fan stood still, watching the ever-growing fiery giant hand, his face remaining calm as still water.
Just as the giant hand was about to strike, a dazzling white light suddenly shone in front of him.
In the white light, a puppet clone appeared out of thin air, its appearance exactly the same as his, even the black soul banner at its waist and its stance were identical.
The moment the puppet clone appeared, it faced the giant fiery hand and used the Black Soul Banner to create layers of black shields.
At the same time, just as Chen Fan was about to use the golden bowl to escape, Qin Taiyue, who had been silent all along, spoke up:
"stop!"
The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a bucket of cold water poured on a raging fire.
The colossal, sky-covering fiery hand abruptly stopped less than three feet above Chen Fan's head, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand. The flames surged a few times before vanishing like smoke blown away by the wind.
Wang Zhennan's pupils contracted slightly, and he abruptly turned his head to look at the high platform.
On the high platform, Qin Taiyue had risen from his purple-gold official chair. This Vice Minister of War of the Great Yu stood with his hands behind his back, his purple-gold robe gleaming with a somber luster in the setting sun. His square, stern face was expressionless. When he made his move, no spiritual energy leaked out; he didn't even lift a finger. He merely uttered two words, completely neutralizing Wang Zhennan's furious attack.
Mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
Although both are at the Nascent Soul stage, the difference between the middle and early stages is far greater than the difference between the late Nascent Soul stage and the Great Perfection of the Core Formation stage.
Although Wang Zhennan was the ancestor of the Wang family's Nascent Soul stage, in terms of cultivation, he was still a whole minor realm below Qin Taiyue.