Chapter 232: Lion Seal’s Fatal Strike on Divine Separation

Chapter 232: Chapter 232: Lion Seal’s Fatal Strike on Divine Separation

An hour.

The two of them exchanged sword blows for a full hour. In truth, judging by their respective conditions and injuries, Yan Cheng had already lost long ago.

In fact, Yan Cheng knew he was no match for Chu Fan from early on.

However, Chu Fan never aimed for any of his vital spots, so their back-and-forth exchanges made them appear evenly matched.

Yan Cheng understood that Chu Fan was using him for sword practice.

Upon this realization, Yan Cheng was initially infuriated. But then he thought, ’If you can use me for sword practice, why can’t I use you to consolidate my Realm and temper my own Sword Dao?’

Thus, the two of them formed a tacit understanding.

The only difference was that Yan Cheng was giving it his all, while Chu Fan was still holding back.

In that hour, the two used nearly every Sword Technique they knew, tempering them over and over.

Finally, the moment Chu Fan felt he could no longer improve his Sword Dao against Yan Cheng, he stopped and shot backward.

Yan Cheng couldn’t retract his sword in time, and a Sword Aura struck Chu Fan’s body. But he watched as Chu Fan’s True Qi defense simply flickered, and the Sword Aura vanished without a trace.

Only then did he truly understand the gap between himself and Chu Fan.

"Brother Yan, why don’t we stop here? As I see it, we could probably fight for three days and three nights without a clear winner." Chu Fan said this humbly, trying to spare Yan Cheng’s pride.

Yan Cheng’s face flushed red. He cupped his fist at Chu Fan and said, "I am not your equal!"

Those who understood the battle had seen the truth long ago. Those who didn’t would remain clueless no matter how long they watched.

Many who didn’t understand asked in confusion, ’Didn’t they fight to a draw?’

’Why would Yan Cheng say he was no match for him?’

"If you have the chance, Brother Chu, come find me at the Great Fan Palace. When you do, we’ll drink until we drop."

"Alright, I will!" Chu Fan said with a smile.

"Brother Chu, be careful of the others in the top twenty of the Talent List," Yan Cheng warned.

"Thank you, Brother Yan." Chu Fan also cupped his fist to him.

"Take care, Brother Chu!" Without another word, Yan Cheng flew away.

There were many matters that someone from a Second-class Sect like him simply couldn’t get involved in. If he did, not only he but also the Great Fan Palace behind him would be unable to afford the price.

Chu Fan watched Yan Cheng’s retreating figure and shook his head.

Then, he turned his gaze to the crowd of onlookers below.

"Is there anyone else who wishes to challenge me?"

The people looked at each other, but no one spoke. The scene was exceptionally quiet.

"I’ll ask one more time: is there anyone else who wishes to challenge me? This offer expires soon. If you don’t fight me now but come looking for trouble later, I will treat you as an enemy and show no mercy."

"Chu Fan, hand over the White Fox!"

Finally, someone in the crowd shouted loudly.

’Hand over the White Fox?’

Chu Fan was surprised. ’Are the people of the Central Domain really so honorable?’

’Do they disdain taking advantage of someone’s predicament?’

’Or did they run into a wall with Leng Yingxue and decide to try their luck here?’

As that person shouted, WHOOSH, WHOOSH, several figures shot up and surrounded Chu Fan.

"Do you see a White Fox on me?" Chu Fan retorted.

"Many people saw you holding the White Fox yesterday. You must have hidden it somewhere," a woman said.

Chu Fan followed the voice with his eyes. Wasn’t that woman the Second Miss Qiao, Qiao Siwen?

’This woman really doesn’t know when to quit.’

The five people surrounding him were all in the Mid to Late Stage of the Divine Separation Realm, and one was even a Tier Eight.

’Escaping their siege wouldn’t be a huge problem, but it would take time. And below, there are so many other Cultivators, including at least dozens in the Divine Separation Realm.’

’In other words, even if I defeat these five, I’ll still be bogged down and unable to escape.’

’So, I either have to persuade them or shock them into submission.’

Chu Fan glanced at the Second Miss Qiao and said with a cold smile, "Are you saying that if I don’t hand over the White Fox today, I won’t be leaving here alive?"

"Chu Fan, so what if you’re eleventh on the Talent List? Do you really think you can walk away from here today if you don’t hand over the White Fox?" Qiao Siwen said mockingly.

’Princess Huaining has gathered so many experts. Even if he were in the Integration Realm, he’d still die today.’

"These five can’t stop me. Why don’t you send out a few more? Otherwise, how long is this war of attrition going to last? I can take on ten, or even twenty," Chu Fan said arrogantly.

"Arrogant!"

The five elders before him were seething with rage, veins popping on their foreheads.

"Elder Chen, since he’s being so arrogant, you five go as well. We haven’t gotten the White Fox yet, so leave him alive," Qiao Siwen said to the elder beside her.

Following her words, five more elders flew up.

Ten people. Two were Divine Separation Realm Tier Eight, three were Divine Separation Realm Tier Seven, and five were Divine Separation Realm Tier Six.

’It seems they already know I killed two Divine Separation Realm Tier Six cultivators yesterday.’

"Brat, you are indeed young, but you are also truly arrogant. In the hundred-plus years I have lived, I have never met a young man more arrogant than you," the elder who had just arrived, a Tier Eight of the Divine Separation Realm, said coldly.

"I’m arrogant because I have the capital to be. I don’t give a damn about ten old fools like you. It wasn’t easy for you to live to such a ripe old age, and you must have poured sweat and blood into reaching your current Cultivation Realm. When you’re old, you should cherish your life, understand?" Chu Fan said dismissively.

"You... insolent whelp!" The elder immediately lunged at Chu Fan.

The moment he moved, the other nine followed suit.

Chu Fan shook his head, formed a hand seal, and began chanting.

"Let the cosmos resonate and all struggles unite—The Rite of Truth!"

At that moment, the ten elders were just inches away.

Chu Fan bellowed, "Vanquish!"

A colossal black Lion Shadow materialized out of thin air.

The Lion Shadow emanated endless Death Qi. It reared its head and let out a deafening roar.

"ROAR—"

The ten elders crashed into the Lion Shadow and suddenly froze, each clutching his head.

They let out wretched screams.

The next moment, ten desiccated corpses fell to the ground.

The Lion Shadow also vanished without a trace.

Below, everyone watched this scene in terror.

Many of them had their mouths wide open, yet not a single sound came out.

Ten Cultivators at the Mid to Late Stage of the Divine Separation Realm.

They were all killed in less than a single exchange.

’What kind of Cultivation Technique was that?’

’If he possessed such an ability, why did he fight with Yan Cheng for an entire hour?’

’Never mind the others—weren’t both of those Tier Eight Divine Separation Realm elders stronger than Yan Cheng in terms of Combat Power?’

Chu Fan once again swept his gaze over the crowd below.

"How about it? Why not send twenty this time? See if you can even scratch me."

"An Evil Technique! That must be an Evil Technique! He’s from an Evil Sect!" someone shouted.

With that shout, the way many people looked at Chu Fan changed.

’How else could it be explained?’

’He formed a hand seal and chanted a spell, summoning a black Lion Shadow. The shadow roared, and just like that, ten Cultivators at the Mid to Late Stage of the Divine Separation Realm were dead.’

’If that isn’t an Evil Technique, what is?’

But regardless of whether it was an Evil Technique or not, people cherished their lives. Although there were certainly stronger Cultivators in the crowd, how could they dare to step forward without understanding how ten Mid to Late Stage Divine Separation Realm experts had died in an instant?

Seeing that they were still too afraid to come forward, Chu Fan sneered, "If no one else is coming to kill me, then I’ll be on my way!"