Chapter 1003 - Terror on Planet Tianhuang (1/2)

Whoos.h.!.+

Wind surged, blowing across the Deity ground, kicking up dirt and dust which floated in the air to join the colorful sea of energy.

Meanwhile, the entire fifty-third floor was gripped by a deadly silence. Everyone looked at the young man in fear. He was surrounded by a golden halo.

Chen Fan had killed fourteen Heavenly Lords in one go, as if they were nothing.

The joint attack of the five demon commanders was more powerful than Ancestral Patriarch Fudu. However, they were still annihilated by Chen Fan. Both the Ancestral Patriarch of the Demon-suppressing Sect and Heavenly Lord Shenyan possessed incredible arts, but they were no match against Chen Fan. By the end, Ancestral Patriarch Guimin was the only one left on the battlefield.

“Chatter, chatter.”

Ancestral Patriarch Guimin’s teeth chattered in fear.

He wasn’t the only one who wore a lifeless expression on his face. The development had terrified all the cultivators.

Such power!

Tianhuang had seen many unmatched overlords such as Heavenly Lord Ba who had risen to power thirty thousand years in the past by subjugating the Demon Commanders in the Ancient Demons Loch.

However, it was the first time Tianhuang had seen a warrior able to defeat a Nascent Soul Cultivator using only physical attacks.

Such a feat was unprecedented.

A dull-eyed elder who had lived over three thousand years old said in a shaky voice. “Immortal Golden Body! Only late-stage Nascent Soul Cultivators can have such ability. He can only be harmed with elite Heavenly Treasures, if not Divine Treasures.”

Meanwhile, Ancestral Patriarch Guimin finally conceded that he had made a mistake.

“Why would I insist on avenging my disciple?

“Why was I so greedy, wis.h.i.+ng to steal Chen Beixuan’s art?

“Why did I provoke Chen Beixuan, thinking that I could kill him?”

Ancestral Patriarch Guimin was seized by a pang of regret.

Meanwhile, he fixed his glare on Chen Fan, not daring to move a finger. He knew that Chen Fan would kill him in an instant if he ran away.

“You’re the last.”

Chen Fan looked down at Ancestral Patriarch Guimin indifferently, while readying himself for an attack.

“Please don’t kill me, Heavenly Lord!” Ancestral Patriarch Guimin shouted at the top of his lungs, “Please spare me! I will tell you everything about Mount Emperor and the Chinese race.”

“Hm?”

His words caught Chen Fan’s interest. He flew closer to Ancestral Patriarch Guimin.

“Mount Emperor realized that the Heavenly Jail wasn’t big enough to keep all the Chinese, therefore, they kept most of them in a Heavenly Jail somewhere in the Northern Barren Land. It was hidden from the outside world and was guarded by Heavenly Generals. Other than me, no one else knew its whereabouts!” Ancestral Patriarch Guimin shouted.

Seeing Chen Fan pausing his attack, he knew he had caught his attention. He would have died if he had spoken out one fraction of a second later.

“Don’t lie to me.”

Chen Fan shot Ancestral Patriarch Guimin a deadly glare.

“I swear by my Nascent Soul! I will lead you to it if you spare me,” Ancestral Patriarch Guimin said.

By making that oath, he had bound his Nascent Soul to the contract. If he failed to follow through, his Nascent Soul would disappear.