266 At the Peak of the Jiu Long Mountain (2/2)

Including Zhang Ziru, there were at least three Perfected Cultivators, and then masters who had reached the peak of the Dao-Reaching Level. Chen Fan even saw Huang Wenze who he had encountered at Dong Du City.

Chen Fan cared very little of these spectators. His attention was attracted by the man waiting for him at the top of the mountain.

”Mr. Chen, if I give you the ten billion right now, would you give up the duel?”

Old Man Zheng suddenly heaved a sigh and then said.

He was confident in Zhou Daojis' victory before he saw Chen Fan in person. However, as soon as he met Chen Fan eye to eye, he started to waver. The old man couldn't sense the slightest anger or fighting spirit in the young man, instead, it was a terrifying void and a godly indifference inside of Chen Fan. He never even felt such indifference even in Zhou Daoji. The emptiness and the difference in the boy's eyes made him look like he was a god looking down at his own creations from above.

Zheng Zhongming had felt an unprecedented fear and lost all of his hope in Zhou Daoji.

”Too late.”

Chen Fan uttered two words and became silent.

Zheng Zhongming had expected such an answer from Chen Fan, however, when the weight of the words came down on him, the old man suddenly felt that his days were numbered.

Chen Fan didn't waste any more time with these top dogs in Hong Kong. He picked up speed and ascended to the top of the Jiu Long Mountain.

When Chen Fan finally reached the peak, the sun leaped out of the clouds, showering the world with brilliant golden rays. The east-facing slope of the mountain was covered in iridescent light.

”The beauty of nature was eternal, but our fight will be only a fleeting moment in history.”

An old man wearing silk traditional Chinese dress turned around and announced.

This old man's wizened face was covered with wrinkles deep and shallow. However, his eyes were incredibly clear. Upon closer look, the darkness in his pupils were as deep as the abyss.

He was the number one Feng Shui Master, the top spellcaster of Southern China, Zhou Daoji.

He had in the past trapped a Grandmaster with nine dragons and killed him with one finger jab. There and then, before the fight of the century, he talked to Chen Fan as if he were his long-time friend. He cracked a warm and welcoming smile and said: ”You are finally here. I thought you would find another place to settle the score with me.”

”Humph! Why would I show so caution while I'm just fighting you with your puny power?”

Chen Fan linked his hands behind his back and looked haughty as ever.

While standing face to face before Zhou Daoji, Chen Fan used his divine will and detected Zhou Daoji's level of attainment with incredible clarity. Zhou Daoji's power was still a far cry from the Divine Sea. He could be considered at most a peak Dharma Cultivation cultivator, making him as deadly as Lei Qianjue.

The Ethereal Enlightenment and the Divine Sea had a wide gap between them. Without entering the Divine Sea level, Zhou Daoji would never be able to defeat Chen Fan.

That being said, Chen Fan was aware of the unpredictability of dharma spells. Therefore, he was interested to see the difference between the Dharma Spells on earth and that of the Immortal Cultivation World. Plus, he had registered a hidden power lurking behind Zhou Daoji's presence. It could be the power signal of a certain Dharma Treasure or Dao Spell. Although Chen Fan was far from being alerted, the presence of the hidden power caught his interest nonetheless.

”Are you using Divine Sense on me?”

As Chen Fan started his Divine Will, surprise surface on Zhou Daoji's face.

Compared to a Grandmaster, a Perfected Cultivator's soul energy was much more active and sensitive. Although Zhou Daoji was not able to capture the exact movement of Chen Fan's Divine Will, he could detect its presence nonetheless.

”I have seen a Soul Energy Master from western Europe who could materialize his Soul Energy in the mortal world and attack his opponent. However, even his energy lacked the depth and breadth as yours.” Zhou Daoji shook his head and said: ”But… what a pity! If you, my friend had already reached Immortal State, it would be you who would walk out of here alive.”

”You are too full of yourself.” Chen Fan said calmly.

Although Zhou Daoji had killed a Grandmaster thirty years ago, Chen Fan was convinced that it wouldn't be difficult for him to defeat him.

”I have dominated Hong Kong for thirty years. I would never challenge you, the number one Grandmaster on Heaven roll without any confidence in winning. Even if you have already reached Immortal State, I would still not be afraid of you.” Zhou Daoji laughed and said: ”However, I doubt you are. I haven't heard of any new Immortal State cultivator for fifty years.”

”You will not be able to walk out of here alive as long as you are still below the Immortal State.”

”Is that so?” Chen Fan cracked a smile and was unfazed.

He lifted his clean and unmarred palm and charged up his energy, summoning a few small whirlwinds to appear above his palm. Suddenly, these whirlwinds converged and formed a violent tornado with sharp edges. It spun like a top threatening to shred anything in its way into pieces.

”Haha, Chen Fan, you think too lightly of me.”

Zhou Daoji laughed out loud as his long sleeves puffed up. Suddenly, the golden rays of sunlight changed direction and converged toward his body, granting the old man a godly halo.