Chapter 979 - Six Sacred Ancestors (2/2)

“Brother,” Xiao Mang screamed.

Her mind wavered and thought that Chen Fan might be gravely injured during the fight.

“So what?”

Chen Fan linked his hands behind his back and stepped forward.

Ever since he mastered the Fiend Art, he was able to perfectly conceal his energy. By then, he looked just like an ordinary young man who was about to be devoured by the water dragon.

“Boy,  I like you and your sister. Why don’t we bury the hacket and come join me? I can help you deal with the Ancient Demons and help you reach the Nascent Soul realm,” the scruffy old cultivator said.

Greed flickered in his eyes as he looked at Chen Fan and Xiao Mang.

Both Xiao Mang’s True Dragon Divine Meridian, and Chen Fan’s Fiend Art were extremely rare and valuable.

“Why don’t you look at yourself in the mirror?” Chen Fan said as he closed his fingers into a fist and punched.

“Boom!”

Six Fiend God Forms appeared behind him and then erupted, unleashing many dharma powers into the fist. A dark glinting light came up at the tip of Chen Fan’s fist.

The sky seemed to have fallen around everyone’s ears, and even the passage of time had lost its meaning.

Chen Fan’s punch tore reality at the seams, creating many dark gaping holes where violent Fiend Qi gushed out, ramming into the ground.

Heaven Sealing Fist of Six Sacred Ancestors

This attack was driven by the energy of the primordial demon who had shattered realities and sealed heaven.

It was part of the incorruptible Six Sacred Ancestor Fiend Art and was as powerful as the True Martial Divine Fist. Chen Fan had charged up the attack to its maximum damage.

“Boom!”

The water dragon staggered for a second and then exploded.

The Fist Qi went on and landed on the scruffy old cultivator, sending his body flying backward. The scruffy old cultivator rammed into half a dozen mountain peaks and finally stopped.

“Stth!”

At this moment.

Everyone gasped.

So powerful was the attack that it rivaled the deadliness of the Thunder Divine Blade.

“How dare you do that?”

The Goddess of the Changshen Sect pointed a finger at Chen Fan, face awash with shock.

“Cultivator Chen, you’re in trouble. Lord Dragon is not someone you want to mess with.” Luo Changshen also pulled a dark face.

“Shut up or die.”

Chen Fan grunted.

Suddenly, Lord Dragon swooped down from the sky, a golden arc trailing behind. His clothes were in tatters, but he was unharmed.

“You little sh*t!”

Lord Dragon snarled in rage. His white hair stood on end.

He was furious.