Looking toward the valley entrance, there was only Zhao Tianxing standing with his bow, with Cao Xingda and Li Qing close behind. There were no other reinforcents.
The last glimr of hope shattered. Many turned their faces away, unable to bear the sight of the carnage to co. The sound of a woman’s sobs echoed softly through the valley.
But for Cao Yan, who was leaning against the rock wall, the mont he saw Chu Fan, a light suddenly flared in his dim eyes!
In the blink of an eye, Chu Fan had already closed the distance!
Before he even arrived, without a mont’s pause, he raised his bow with his left hand and nocked an arrow with his right. The bow bent like a full moon, its arrowhead glinting coldly as it locked onto the still-convulsing Bai Nan!
With a twang of the bowstring, the arrow shot through the air like a teor, its tail trembling with a soft hum.
Bai Nan had just managed to quell the tremors in his soul, the bloody hole in his shoulder blade still gushing, when he was struck by a bone-chilling cold!
Terror seized him. How could he dare to take it head-on?
Bai Nan forced his sluggish Primordial Qi to move, crossing his hands in front of him to conjure a Primordial Qi Shield—
But the Primordial Qi was running rampant inside him. All he could conjure was a faint cyan halo as thin as a cicada’s wing, looking as if a single puff of wind would blow it away!
"No—!"
Casting aside all dignity, Bai Nan threw himself into a desperate roll.
But then, sothing unbelievable happened...
The arrow that Bai Nan had so clearly dodged suddenly curved in mid-air and, with a sickening squelch, pierced straight through his right shoulder!
"Uwaaah!"
Bai Nan shrieked in agony, his cry drowning out that of the Cyan Snake Demon!
By now, Chu Fan had charged right up to him like a raging beast!
Chu Fan’s speed was absurd. His figure left a Residual Image in the mist, stunning even the masters from the Moon Worship Sect.
Then, as everyone watched, Chu Fan did sothing astounding: he tossed his longbow up and away!
The bow spun as it rose, the Force of its movent ruffling the hair on his forehead.
’Has he gone mad? Abandoning his bow for close combat?’
’He hasn’t even mustered any Primordial Qi. How can he possibly beat Bai Nan?’
The disciples of the Seven Stars Gang watched, dumbfounded, forgetting even to breathe.
Bai Nan scrambled to his feet. Seeing not a single trace of Primordial Qi fluctuation coming from Chu Fan, his terror was instantly overwheld by a surge of furious rage!
"You insolent brat! I’ll tear you to shreds!"
He gripped his Long Saber with both hands and swung it upward in a vicious arc. The blade, shrouded in a faint black layer of Primordial Qi, left a dark trail in the air as it slashed toward Chu Fan’s midsection—
It was a strike born of fury, heavy and powerful!
But Chu Fan was faster than the blade!
When the blade was re inches from his stomach, his upper body snapped backward so far his back nearly touched the ground. The hem of his robes swept through the mud, leaving a dark sar.
Pushing the Hawk Form Body Technique of the Twelve Forms Fist to its absolute limit, the edge of the blade scraped right past the tip of his nose!
Before Bai Nan could pull back his blade, Chu Fan’s arched body shot up like a coiled spring. He dropped a shoulder, twisted at the waist, and sent his right fist—condensed with the power to shatter mountains and whistling with force—smashing squarely into Bai Nan’s wide-open chest!
BAM!
A dull thud, like a heavy mallet striking a war drum, reverberated through the valley!
A muffled CRACK echoed from Bai Nan’s sternum. He was sent flying backward as if struck by a wild bull, his feet leaving the ground as he coughed up a mouthful of blood!
But it wasn’t over!
Chu Fan pushed off the ground with the tip of his toe and flickered like a phantom, instantly catching up to the airborne Bai Nan. He then twisted, dodging a Long Saber thrown by a Moon Worship Sect master from behind, and appeared at Bai Nan’s back!
His right hand splayed open like a steel claw and, with a sharp snap, clamped down precisely on the back of Bai Nan’s head—
The next mont, Chu Fan squeezed his hand violently!
SQUELCH—CRUNCH!
The sharp crack of a shattering skull, mixed with the wet splatter of brain matter, sent a painful shock through everyone’s eardrums!
Bai Nan’s head exploded in Chu Fan’s palm like a waterlon, a grisly mixture of red blood, white brain matter, and shattered bone...
THUD!
The headless corpse hung in the air for an instant before crashing heavily to the ground, splattering blood-soaked mud.
Expressionless, Chu Fan raised his left hand and calmly caught the teor Bow as it spun down from the sky—
The grip was still warm from his hand. The bowstring quivered from the motion, and a bead of blood on the bow’s tip dripped to the ground, making a tiny red speck.
Silence.
A dead silence.
The very mist in the valley seed to stop swirling. The disciples of the Seven Stars Gang stood frozen in place.
So gaped, unable to utter a single word.
Others’ fingers trembled so violently that they dropped their daggers.
Cao Xingda and Li Qing, who had followed Zhao Tianxing into the valley, were also rooted to the spot in shock.
The stench of blood in the air grew thicker, mingled with the cloying, sweet sll of brain matter. That mont of ultimate violence was seared into the minds of everyone present—
No one could have predicted that a youth who had yet to undergo Mortal Transformation could be so ruthless, so overwhelmingly powerful!
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