A ruthless bandit from the celestial realm, he began his cultivation journey after kidnapping the Em

In the courtyard...

Jiang Qingyao and Wen Ning watched as Meng Fan was sent flying by a single sword strike, their hearts finally relaxing, and a smile unconsciously crept onto their tense faces...

"Senior Brother Xu is amazing..."

"I never expected Senior Brother Xu to be so amazing..."

"These pills were definitely worth it! Even five hundred pills would have been worth it, let alone fifty..."

Both of them perked up, no longer feeling as anxious and fearful as before...

Ye Chen's two consecutive sword strikes repelled Meng Fan, who was in a berserk state, greatly boosting the confidence of both Jiang Qingyao and Meng Fan, and dispelling their fear...

Ye Chen was their pillar of strength at that moment...

"Cough cough cough..."

Meng Fan coughed violently, spitting out another mouthful of blood. His face was deathly pale, and he barely managed to stabilize his breathing by suppressing his internal injuries...

His face was filled with disbelief, and he looked up at Ye Chen as if he were looking at a monster...

He took the Bloodlust Pill, which increased his strength several times over, but he was still no match for him.

When did the Qi Refining stage become so terrifying?

This kid... must be hiding his true strength...

Meeting Meng Fan's gaze, Ye Chen was also feeling unwell. While the immortal sword was powerful, that last strike had drained almost half of his spiritual energy...

If his spiritual power hadn't far surpassed that of others at the same level, he would have been drained of his spiritual power by the immortal sword and exhausted on the spot...

He feigned indifference, calmly watching Meng Fan struggle to his feet. Seeing that Meng Fan's breathing had weakened considerably, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and curled his lip in mockery.

"You're not doing well either, you're still so weak even after taking medicine..."

"As expected, a piece of trash is a piece of trash; no amount of pills will help."

"Your body is already so weak, why are you still looking for female disciples all the time?"

"Pfft!"

Upon hearing this, the female disciples watching the commotion outside the cave couldn't help but burst into laughter...

Everyone quickly covered their mouths, but they couldn't hold it in and laughed even louder.

"you..."

Upon hearing this, Meng Fan's face instantly darkened, especially when he heard the laughter coming from not far away, which he found particularly grating...

He was trembling with rage, his fists clenched so tightly that the veins stood out...

His gaze towards Ye Chen was filled with murderous intent...

"Who are you calling trash?"

"I refuse to believe I can't kill you..."

"I'll fight you to the death..."

Meng Fan roared in exasperation, his eyes bloodshot as he stared intently at Ye Chen...

He attacked again, this time with a slightly weaker attack, but it was still not something an ordinary disciple could withstand...

"You?"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow and swung his sword again...

He could see that Meng Fan was already exhausted. Even though the effects of the Bloodthirsty Pill hadn't worn off yet, his body had reached its limit, and he was barely holding on...

Once the opponent can no longer suppress their internal injuries, they will immediately suffer a double backlash from internal injuries and the Bloodlust Pill...

Ye Chen wanted the fierce backlash to come even faster!

"Buzz!"

A sword's cry echoed through the courtyard...

The immense sword energy descended like a tidal wave, sweeping across the land with astonishing force...

"boom--"

A loud bang!

Meng Fan's figure flew backward again...

Those present were already used to this; it was clear to everyone that the scales of victory had tipped in Ye Chen's favor...

Even in his berserk state, Meng Fan was no match for Ye Chen.

"Pfft!"

The moment Meng Fan landed, he spat out a mouthful of blood, but ignored it and got up again.

At this moment, he appeared somewhat deranged, as if he had lost his mind. Completely disregarding his injuries, he gathered his spiritual power and charged towards Ye Chen...

At this moment, all he could see was the will to fight for his life!

"I'm going to...kill you!"

"asshole..."

"I, Meng Fan, am no less capable than anyone else..."

"You're just an ant in the Qi Refining stage, what makes you think you can beat me?"

Meng Fan roared in fury, his heart filled with resentment...

He never imagined he would be defeated by an unknown Qi Refining stage disciple, even if the opponent might be hiding their true cultivation level...

Seeing this, Ye Chen's face darkened, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips...

"You beast, you're still not convinced, are you?"

"This king is the master of punishing those who dare to defy him..."

"I'll beat you until you submit today!"

He wasn't intimidated by Meng Fan's frenzied actions; he drew his sword and charged forward...

"boom--"

"boom--"

"boom--"

The two exchanged blows repeatedly, their terrifying sword energy and spiritual power raging through the courtyard...

Meng Fan exerted almost all his potential, pushing himself to the limit, yet he still couldn't withstand the sword energy unleashed by Ye Chen...

Almost every exchange was met with a fierce slash that sent him flying...

His body was covered in wounds, and blood kept flowing from them, staining his clothes red, making him look like a blood-soaked figure...

"hateful..."

"No...impossible!"

Meng Fan still refused to give up and wanted to continue fighting desperately, but before he could rush out, he was cleaved away by the oncoming sword energy...

"Thump!"

This time, he crashed heavily to the ground, struggling for a while but unable to stand up. His spiritual energy raged within him, surging wildly, and his breathing became chaotic and disordered...

"Cough cough cough..."

Meng Fan spat out blood, feeling the backlash he was experiencing, and his heart sank into despair...

"Clatter!"

A sound of footsteps approached...

He looked up and saw Ye Chen standing in front of him, a flicker of fear crossing his heart...

Feeling the sword energy emanating from the immortal sword at close range made his heart pound and his neck feel cold; he was terrified that Ye Chen would cut him down with a single strike...

"You...you mustn't do anything reckless!"

"Sect rules... forbid members from killing each other..."

Meng Fan hurriedly called out.

Upon hearing this, Ye Chen looked down at him with a strange expression, then couldn't help but laugh out loud, his eyes full of amusement.

"You beast, are you afraid of death too?"

"You were working so hard before, I thought you weren't afraid of dying..."

Meng Fan's face turned ashen with anger, feeling utterly humiliated. He looked up at Ye Chen, staring intently at him, and gritted his teeth as he spoke.

"Don't be so smug. If it weren't for this immortal sword, you would be dead long ago..."

"I will avenge this sooner or later!"

"You just wait..."

His heart was filled with raging anger; if he weren't too weak to fight anymore, he would have torn Ye Chen to pieces...

He secretly made a mental note of this debt, planning to take revenge when he had achieved greater cultivation!

Upon hearing this, Ye Chen narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them, and said indifferently.

"Since that's the case... then I should nip it in the bud today..."

He wasn't just talking; he genuinely intended to kill...

He will not allow any trouble to remain!

Meng Fan was startled. Sensing the killing intent emanating from Ye Chen, he trembled with fear, his face changing drastically...

He can't even speak properly anymore...

"You...you can't kill me!"

"Otherwise, the sect will not forgive you..."

"Don't forget the sect rules...fighting among fellow disciples is forbidden!"

He was terrified; his life hung in the balance, depending on Ye Chen's decision...

He secretly regretted it...

Why threaten him for no reason...?

That's like shining a light in a cesspool—it's suicidal!