Chen Nan must die.
Otherwise, the matter of the Baishan Sect killing the Yin Messenger would reach the imperial court.
If that were to happen.
Let alone the Baishan Sect.
Even the supreme sects ranked among the top in the cultivation world.
Would face a catastrophe.
Because he had his daughter with him.
Murong Qing's speed had not been pushed to its limit.
But even so, he kept pace closely behind Chen Nan.
Until Chen Nan was forced into a treacherous terrain.
A deserted canyon.
Murong Qing grinned. "I truly don't know, with your intellect, how you became a fifth-grade Yin Messenger."
"You shouldn't have run towards a deserted place."
"And when you ran, you should have shouted for help."
"With your fifth-grade Yin Messenger rank."
"There would be many people coming to curry favor with you."
He was not lying about this.
Although a fifth-grade Yin Messenger was merely a county magistrate.
Governing a county.
Their power was not small.
The most crucial point was.
A fifth-grade Yin Messenger was only a step away from becoming a sixth-grade Yin Messenger.
If one could become a sixth-grade Yin Messenger, they would be on par with a prefect.
Take the Baishan Sect for example.
Although it was the third-ranked force within Guangling Prefecture.
They had to act like underlings in front of Yuan Zun.
Because Yuan Zun's single word could decide the Baishan Sect's survival.
Therefore.
If Chen Nan had shouted loudly while running.
Someone would have surely come to his rescue.
Unexpectedly.
Chen Nan not only showed no fear but wore a smile that hinted at something more. "Haven't you heard this saying?"
"The most skilled hunter often appears as the prey."
Murong Qing was taken aback, then frowned. "You mean, you intentionally led us, father and daughter, to this deserted place?"
"You don't actually think you can kill us, do you?" Murong Lan sneered repeatedly. "Overestimating yourself. With your cultivation at the first level of the Soul Gathering realm, my father could kill you with one hand!"
"Father, finding the opportunity of the Fire God Sect is important."
"Don't waste any more time talking nonsense with this fellow."
"Just kill him!"
Her tone was calm.
As if the person before her was not a human.
But an ant.
Chen Nan's smile did not diminish. "Perhaps your father can kill me, but do you believe you will die before me?"
"Really? I don't believe it!" Murong Lan's lips curved into a hint of disdain, clearly not taking Chen Nan's words to heart.
Chen Nan shook his head helplessly. "Actually, there's no deep hatred between us. It's just that you wanted to snatch my horse, and I beat you up."
"If I remember correctly, I said not to let me see you again."
"Otherwise, I'll beat you up every time I see you."
"I thought you would take my words to heart."
"But I didn't expect that you not only didn't take my words to heart."
"You even sent people to intercept me at the foot of the mountain."
"What a big deal it is!"
"Is it necessary to be so ruthless?"
"Just because you are from the Baishan Sect, can you arbitrarily kill and trample on others' lives?"
"Do you really think the Baishan Sect can do whatever it pleases?"
Murong Qing's lips curled into a sinister smile. "With strength, you truly can do whatever you please!"
Chen Nan shrugged, unable to deny it.
He thought of the powerful figures in the mortal world.
Indeed.
With absolute strength as a prerequisite.
The strong could indeed do whatever they pleased.
After all, in the mortal world, the strong could be above the law.
He looked up at the sky and murmured, "Perhaps the strong can do whatever they please."
"But you shouldn't have treated my words as farts."
"Today, you will pay the price for your ignorance!"
Murong Qing snorted coldly. "I'll consider those words your last will and testament. Die!"
Before his voice faded.
A long sword appeared in his hand.
He slashed out with his sword.
A terrifying sword energy, like a fleeting glimpse, instantly pierced Chen Nan's body.
However.
Chen Nan stood in place, unharmed.
The smile on his face grew even more radiant.
Murong Qing was greatly shocked, his pupils filled with horror. "Impossible! You clearly took my sword strike, yet why aren't you injured?"
"Father... Dad... I... Cough!"
Before Chen Nan could answer.
Murong Lan, behind Murong Qing, collapsed and vomited blood.
On her chest was a sword wound about twenty centimeters long.
Blood gushed out, staining her chest red.
"How can this be?"
"How can this be?"
Murong Qing was terrified, holding his daughter tightly, utterly bewildered.
He had no idea what had happened.
"Father... Help me kill her..."
"If he doesn't die... I will die with regret!" Murong Lan breathed her last in her father's arms, but her resentful gaze was locked onto Chen Nan, who stood in the distance with a faint smile.
"My child, rest here for a while."
"After your father kills this person, we will go home."
"I should have listened to your mother and not come to snatch this opportunity."
"Otherwise, you wouldn't have left me."
Murong Qing was consumed by grief.
He remembered what Chen Nan had said earlier.
That his daughter would die before him.
Before that, he had not believed it at all.
But now.
He believed it implicitly.
Although he didn't know how Chen Nan had transferred the attack he received onto his daughter.
He was determined to avenge his tragically deceased daughter!
"Die!" kAnshu伍.ξà
Murong Qing, overwhelmed by grief, brandished his long sword and instantly appeared before Chen Nan!
*Whoosh!*
The long sword was thrust straight into Chen Nan's chest.
Chen Nan stood there quietly.
His smile gradually turned manic.
Developing into something deranged.
He didn't dodge.
Allowing the opponent's sword to pierce his chest.
*Thwack!*
Just as Murong Qing plunged his sword into Chen Nan's chest.
He instantly felt a heart-wrenching pain from his back.
As if someone had stabbed him from behind.
Causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.
The strange and bizarre method sent shivers down his spine at that moment.
Having lived for so many years.
He had never experienced such a peculiar incident.
At this moment.
Chen Nan resolutely extended his hands.
Firmly gripping the sword body that was still impaling him.
With a deranged smile on his face.
He used his hands to control the sword and cut downwards.
*Thwack!*
Blood splattered wildly from Murong Qing's horrified eyes.
In an instant, it dyed Chen Nan's clothes red, a truly bloody scene.
He looked like a demon.
Inspiring fear in Murong Qing. kanδん
But thinking of his daughter's tragic death.
His heart was instantly filled with rage and murderous intent.
"Even if you can destroy my physical body, you cannot extinguish my soul!"
"Now I will let you know the terror of a Soul Devouring realm expert!" Murong Qing's face was contorted with madness.
His blood-red eyes instantly became hollow.
Resembling a black hole.
Giving off a sense of devouring all things.
"No good, this fellow is going to devour my soul!" Chen Nan's scalp tingled.
The next moment.
A dizzying sensation suddenly struck!
He couldn't even control his own body.
Danger!
Had arrived!