562 Whoever Stops Me Dies! (1/2)
”Boom!”
Damon was frightened by Chen Fan's earth-splitting attack, so he swiftly fell back to avoid it. Yet, how astonishing were Chen Fan's attacks while overtaken by fury? The world was filled with the thunderous roar of the blade; it produced sparks while it flashed through the air.
The sound of the blade was overwhelming! It moved three times faster than the speed of sound.
”Bang!”
Damon didn't escape in time and was split in half by the blade aura. Half of his body was minced. Although he quickly turned into a crimson mist as he tried to recover, Chen Fan didn't give him any chances.
”Again!”
Chen Fan yelled.
The blade aura made another pass and split the crimson mist into four.
Even an immortal body could perish after being minced, not to mention that Damon only had a Kindred's body and it wasn't even close to being immortal.
”Help!!!” Damon screamed.
Then, a skeleton claw that was a few feet large came out from the castle and flew towards the blade aura, but the powerful Sword of Essence Restoring destroyed the claw effortlessly.
Right at that moment, a black aura enveloped Damon and sent him back into the castle. Three people appeared in the sky: Arthur, Sandro and Norland.
”Mr. Chen Beixuan, I'm the sect master of the Poseidon Sect. Please listen to me.”
Arthur bowed. ”We know about you and Mr. Damon. The Western Dark World is willing to offer you some compensation. We can give Mr. Chen Beixuan a hundred billion dollars and help in breaking the curse. What do you think?”
Damon was frightened.
He had almost died under Chen Fan's attack. Hearing what Arthur said, his face fell but he didn't say anything. Chen Fan's power had already exceeded his imagination.
”Move, or you'll die with him.”
Chen Fan stood in the air, looking vicious. The golden blade aura circled around and sent out a deafening roar.
A hundred billion dollars might seem attractive to any other Immortal State Warrior. Myanmar only made a yearly income of ten billion dollars. Whoever received a hundred billion would become the wealthiest person in the Solar system; even a Mortal Deity would step down for this amount of money.
But no matter if it were a hundred billion, a trillion or ten trillion dollars, the safety of his family was the most important to Chen Fan.
”Chen Beixuan, we don't want to threaten you, but this is our territory. No matter how powerful you are, don't try to mess with the Western World,” said Sandro, the Grand Wizard of the Withered Castle, with a pale face.
”Go to hell!”
Chen Fan attacked without talking.
The golden aura expanded. It became twenty feet long, just like a golden dragon flying in the sky; its power was unpredictable and there were even sparks appearing in the air.
”Oh no, initiate the Guardian Array.”
Arthur and the others immediately retrieved their illusions.
The Withered Castle was shrouded in black mist, which was the Death Qi that had been buried in the ground for a million years. The Withered Castle was located in a place that had once been a battlefield. Wars between countless empires of the East and the West had broken out there, producing heavy casualties; Death qi pervaded the area because of this.
The mist immediately became dense as in the Ghost Realm.
There were even ghosts appearing in the black mist.
”Slash.”
Chen Fan launched an attack. A bright golden aura slashed the black mist with enough energy to split the world.
”Boom!”
The black mist shook and a thirty meter gap appeared on it, which almost split the protection in half. Many believers and members in the Withered Castle emerged and looked up to the sky.
”Who's that horrifying man? It seems like the Archangel Michael has come to Earth.”
”He's an Asian. The Lord set up the strongest Guardian Array, but he broke it with a strike. It's unbelievable!”
”He's so young… Isn't he Chen Beixuan from the East?”
Renowned as one of the three largest underground organizations in the Western World, the Withered Castle was as powerful as the Dragon Hall, the Square Tower and the Dark Witch Sect; it might be even stronger.
There were seven to eight wizards in the castle. They all had control of the dark sorcery passed down from ancient times; they also mastered the use of different curses, assassination, poisoning and ways to summon the spirits of the dead. They were S-Level Overlords in the underground world, standing on equal footing with the Martial Arts Grandmasters.
And yet, they were all startled by Chen Fan's mighty power.
”Again!”
Chen Fan retrieved the blade aura and infused his True Essence into the blade.
The blade aura then became twenty five feet long like a golden bridge across the sky.
”Oh no, the protection shield can't hold it. Let's attack together.”