Bai Zichuan was dead? Just a minute ago, Bai Zichuan had been surrounded by a crowd of young scions from various prominent families; the very next second, his head was severed from his body.
Inside the Sunset, the passengers shared only a single thought: "It's over. If *that* person finds out, everyone on the Sunset will likely be buried along with him. Even the two Half-Step Great Powers aboard won't be able to stop him—that is Song Yufeng."
"I knew it would end this way," Jiang Feifei muttered with a helpless sigh. No matter where he went, Chen Beixuan was as overbearing as ever. Whenever she looked into Chen Fan's eyes, she could see stars, suns, moons, mountains, seas, and the boundless firmament—the only thing never reflected in them was her.
*Chen Fan, oh Chen Fan, it seems all my efforts are utterly worthless in your eyes,* Jiang Feifei thought to herself. *You simply don't care about anything at all. No matter what, I will never go back. I am now a closed-door disciple of the Taichu Temple, and my elder cousin has even caught the eye of a certain immortal sect. With my talent, achieving Deity Transformation is just around the corner. When that time comes, this young lady will definitely defeat you!*
"Chen Fan, this young lady is not going back! I refuse to spend my entire life stuck on Earth! With my talent, I will surpass you in less than a hundred years!" Jiang Feifei exclaimed excitedly, standing up with an air of arrogant pride, like a haughty little swan.
"Jiang Feifei, oh Jiang Feifei, you are as clueless as ever. You haven't the slightest idea what kind of existence you are speaking to," Chen Fan said, standing with his hands behind his back, just about to reach out and take Jiang Feifei away.
*Swish!*
The piercing screech of a sword rang out from within the Sunset, and in the blink of an eye, Song Yufeng arrived beside Chen Fan and the others. Looking down at the corpse on the floor, Song Yufeng could no longer contain his murderous intent. It flooded the entire carriage, causing the surrounding passengers to tremble violently.
"It was that brat who killed your disciple!" someone blurted out, terrified of dying and eager to point the finger at Chen Fan.
Song Yufeng raised a hand and made a grabbing motion in the empty air, instantly snatching up the minor cultivator who had spoken first. "My son was murdered, yet you were right there! Why didn't you step in to save him?"
*Boom!*
With a sudden, violent explosion, the minor cultivator was blasted into a mist of blood by Song Yufeng.
The other cultivators who had been about to chime in and point the finger at Chen Fan choked back their words the very instant the blast went off. Terrified, they scrambled backward over and over until they hit the bulkhead of the spacecraft with nowhere left to run, collapsing to the floor in heaps, terrified that they would be the next ones snatched up and blasted into bloody mist.
"I don't care who killed him—today, all of you are going to die with him!" Song Yufeng declared. Raising the azure-peak sword in his hand, he casually slashed forward, trusting that under this single sword strike, anyone below the level of a Half-Step Great Power would undoubtedly perish.
"Song Yuzhou, you can't kill me! I am the Fourth Prince of the Solar Divine Empire, you can't—my second older brother is the Sword Saint Qin Shang!"
Unfortunately, the only reply he received was a gigantic sword that spanned the heavens, descending in an instant to sever his head along with the members of the Changsheng Sect and the Wuji Sect who were inside the carriage.
Gazing down at the body of Bai Zichuan, Song Yuzhou muttered quietly, "If I kill every single one of you, won't there be no one left to spread the word? If you want to blame someone, blame yourselves for watching my son die and doing nothing to help."
"I killed Bai Zichuan, but you had no right to implicate the people inside this carriage," Chen Fan said. Behind him, Guo Chuandong was shaking like a leaf, his face as pale as a sheet. He had come within a hair's breadth of dying just now; if Chen Beixuan hadn't protected him and Jiang Feifei at the very last split second, he would have been just another corpse lying on the floor among the rest.
"Hmph! You brat actually didn't die? What kind of person are you?" Anyone who could block a sword of his and survive was either a genius or a top-tier expert.
"My name is Chen Mu, just a rogue cultivator," Chen Fan replied indifferently.
"Chen Mu? From the Chen Family Martial Arts Hall? No, absolutely not. The highest cultivation in the Chen Family Martial Arts Hall is merely Chen Huaian, an Early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator," Song Yuzhou said.
"To be able to block my sword and survive means you might be one of the top ten figures on the Cangming Rankings. What a pity that you shouldn't have provoked me." With that, he channeled the azure-peak sword to its absolute limit.
"A Sword Propelling the Heavens!"
A colossal phantom sword spanning the heavens materialized behind Song Yufeng, ready to execute Chen Fan with a single blow.
"Hmph! A mere Pseudo-Deity Transformation," Chen Fan thought, having no desire to waste time. After all, there were still two Half-Step Great Powers aboard the Sunset. Though he wasn't afraid of them, actually fighting them would still take a little bit of effort.
He drove his Prime Force to its absolute limit, igniting all 129,600 particle-like units simultaneously.
"Great Sumeru Palm!"
With a sweep of Chen Fan's hand—resembling a Buddhist kingdom contained within the palm—the tables and decorations directly in front of him were instantly blasted into nothingness. The momentum surged forward relentlessly. Song Yufeng's "Sword Propelling the Heavens" pierced into the palm print like a fragile piece of wood, while the colossal handprint bulldozed forward horizontally for dozens of miles. Song Yuzhou's expression flickered slightly as he raised the azure-peak sword to block in front of him, but just how terrifying was the Prime Force? Even though Chen Fan was currently only at the Peak Nascent Soul stage, the Prime Force was his fundamental strength.
Even if Song Yufeng had once been Jiang Churan's master, Chen Fan would kill him just the same without a second thought.
*Boom, rumbling—*
The Sunset was blasted straight through, leaving behind a palm print five kilometers wide. Meanwhile, Song Yufeng was sent flying out of Huangfeng Port at a speed of ten kilometers per second, crashing directly into another celestial body and creating a ten-mile-wide crater upon impact, while Song Yufeng himself was pulverized into dust.
"This is the power of the Prime Force. When driven to its absolute limit, it can suppress a Deity Transformation—let alone a mere Pseudo-Deity Transformation!"
Ever since the bloody path he had carved all the way from Earth, Chen Fan had killed more Pseudo-Deity Transformation experts than Song Yufeng had ever laid eyes on.
Meeting Chen Fan again after several years apart, he was still just as overbearing, killing without batting an eye, looking upon all enemies as nothing more than ants.
Jiang Feifei gazed at Chen Fan. He hadn't changed at all. But this only proved all the more that this was the true, formidable, and overbearing Divine Monarch Beiqiong.
Yet, this realization only served to harden her own resolve: only by following her master deep into the starry river could she truly unlock her potential. That was a place where myriad races stood tall and countless heroes vied for hegemony—that was Jiang Feifei's true destination, and she would not yield to anyone. The Cangming Realm was merely a stepping stone for her trials.