The four War Gods felt uneasy, realizing Chen Nan was an unmovable steel plate. As for showing themselves, they lacked the courage. Chen Nan's soul could cover the entire country; his methods were beyond their capabilities. The only way was to avoid battle. As for the Association of Cultivators, even if it were dismantled, it would be a good thing for them. If Chen Nan truly dismantled the Association, it would surely anger cultivators worldwide, making him the target of all practitioners.
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Western Suburban Untamed Graveyard.
Chen Nan said, "Before the Four War Gods appear, let's deal with your Fan family first!"
As he spoke, he snapped his fingers.
*Snap!*
The crisp sound echoed in the night. The next second, Fan Chi was shocked to see familiar figures rapidly flying from the east. They were his relatives.
"Who exactly are you?" Fan Chi, terrified, slumped to the ground. A snap of his fingers could control his relatives miles away, flying towards him. Did cultivators have such abilities?
"Why?" "Why didn't you listen to me?" A heart-wrenching scream echoed from the air. It was Fan Chenglong. He was also flying in and then fell heavily to the ground.
"I told you long ago, Chen Nan is not human. Being his enemy will make life worse than death." "Fan Chi, you are the sinner of our Fan family." Fan Chenglong wailed. The most dreaded thing had happened.
Chen Nan looked at the graves of Qin Hongyu and Meng Kuo, his voice low, his eyes filled with rage. "They all contributed their youth to this country. They sacrificed themselves for the sake of unextinguished lights in countless homes. But you, for your selfish desires, not only cruelly killed them but also defiled them and left their bodies in the wilderness. If I don't kill you, where is heavenly justice? Where is fairness? Humans act, and heaven watches. Retribution will come sooner or later!"
As his voice fell, a gentle breeze blew from afar. The breeze blew upon the Fan family members. In an instant, all the Fan family members, in Fan Chi's eyes, vanished like sand in the wind!
"Immortal, are you an immortal?" Fan Chi shrieked. The methods Chen Nan displayed were not many, but each one was unacceptable. The others also widened their eyes, feeling as if they had seen a ghost.
"The three clans, right?" "Good." "I'll grant your wish." Chen Nan extended a palm towards the void. The next moment, the void trembled, and screams echoed from the heavens.
Concurrently, the other three presidents of the Association of Cultivators were shocked to see their relatives falling from the heavens. This sent a chill down their spines. Their relatives lived in small worlds. Could an immortal, with a single grab from afar, bring their relatives here?
"Sister Yu, Brother Pang." "The road to the underworld is full of darkness. Let their lives illuminate the darkness on your journey!" "This is the last thing your brother can do for you in this life." Chen Nan's eyes narrowed. Blood mist bloomed in the air, like blooming fireworks, dazzling under the starlight.
"Run!" Dai Yan and others recognized Chen Nan's terrifying power and soared into the air, flying in all directions. They had no choice but to run. With their strength, they were no match for Chen Nan. Staying here meant certain death.
Chen Nan stood quietly, gazing at Qin Hongyu's grave, a gentle smile on his face. He remembered the woman in the red qipao. "You said it's not bright enough?" "Your brother knows what to do!"
*Puff!* *Puff!* *Puff!* More than five hundred experts at the Integration stage and above exploded in the air, emitting dull thuds! As the lord of the immortal realm, Chen Nan could do as he pleased on Earth. Let alone cultivators at the Integration stage and above, even those at the peak of the Mahayana stage were like ants in his eyes.
Chen Nan looked at the graves of Qin Hongyu and Meng Kuo, recalling every moment of the past. "When we first met, you feared I would lose my heart and harm the world. The facts prove that I have always kept my original intention. On the contrary, many cultivators have lost their way, bullying others with their power in the mortal world and committing evil deeds. Since this is the case, let the world return to peace."
With that, he took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes. At the same time, cultivators on Earth were horrified to find themselves enveloped by a mysterious, unknown energy, flying towards the sky, struggling in vain. Then, except for the Four War Gods who guarded the four directions, millions of other cultivators flew from all directions towards Pocket Dimension No. 18. Since the influence of the Association of Cultivators could not be dismantled in a short time, why not solve the problem at its root? Confining those cultivators in Pocket Dimension No. 18 would be a permanent solution. Yes, if you can't solve the problem, why not solve the people who raise the problem? Pocket Dimension No. 18 had already collapsed, but it still existed. And before they entered, Chen Nan had already repaired Pocket Dimension No. 18.
After finishing this, Chen Nan also felt a long-lost sense of weakness. Controlling millions of people to enter a pocket dimension was also a considerable expenditure for him. However, it was only a slight weakness. He could recover after a good night's sleep. Afterward, he and Li Mu joined forces to bury Qin Hongyu and Meng Kuo in the cemetery. By the time they finished, dawn was approaching. The two of them left the cemetery and returned to the capital. They casually found a roadside breakfast stall. Chen Nan ordered some steamed buns and fried dough sticks, flavors he greatly missed in the immortal realm.
As Chen Nan ate, he said, "It's time to take down the sign of the Association of Cultivators."
"I've already contacted the media yesterday. We'll go to the Association of Cultivators today and take down that sign," Li Mu said, unable to contain his excitement. He knew what taking down the sign of the Association of Cultivators meant to ordinary people. It meant cultivators would completely disappear from the public's view, and order would return to two years ago.
"And," Chen Nan said, taking a large bite of fried dough sticks, "challenge the Four War Gods in my name. Let's set the time for a week from now!"
Li Mu looked up at him. "A week from now is the Mid-Autumn Festival."
"I know," Chen Nan said. "The four presidents of the Association of Cultivators were all disciples or close relatives of the Four War Gods. Now that the people of the Association of Cultivators are either dead or captured, shouldn't we let them reunite in the underworld?"
"But..." Li Mu's expression was complicated. "Although you've resolved the Association of Cultivators, the Four War Gods have immense influence among the people. You could kill them without anyone knowing. But if you kill them publicly, aren't you afraid of causing public outcry?"
A cold smile appeared on Chen Nan's face. "Do you think they will really fight me head-on?" "If nothing unexpected happens, they will resign their positions as War Gods and return to their respective small worlds with their subordinates. They'll use this method to make me the target of public criticism. After all, it was my pressure that forced them to resign their positions as War Gods. Under normal circumstances, if no one can replace them, the common people will surely hate me. But if I can guard the four directions, do you think the common people will hate me, or hate those who abandoned them?"