"You killed so many of my treasures, I'll make you die!"
A black-clad figure in front of Chen Fan pointed at him. His voice was hoarse and chilling, as if his tongue had been cut out, and he could only make sounds by vibrating his vocal cords, making it extremely unpleasant.
"Trash!"
Chen Fan's eyes revealed disdain. He didn't even need to move; these rats and snakes couldn't get near him.
The light of the Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi was like a supreme power that purified all evil in the world, scattering anything wicked upon contact.
A small "mountain of the dead" had already piled up from the snake and rat corpses surrounding him.
"You dare to kill so many of my treasures? Even if I flay you today, it won't be enough to quell my hatred!"
The black-clad figure roared, then threw his scythe. With a bizarre movement, it instantly appeared at the center of Chen Fan's eyebrows.
Hmm?
This method of attack indeed made Chen Fan's eyes light up.
The opponents he had encountered before, or martial artists in general, were extremely reliant on their weapons and rarely resorted to such throwing actions.
Some even cherished their swords like their lives, believing that as long as the sword existed, they would exist, and if the sword perished, so would they.
The black-clad figure's attack method undoubtedly shattered these assumptions.
Unfortunately, it had little effect on Chen Fan.
He merely tilted his body slightly, and the scythe missed its target, slashing through empty air.
"Naive!"
The black-clad figure revealed a cruel smile.
If they thought his attacks were that simple, then the members of the Er tribe would not be qualified to practice the art of蛊毒 (gǔ dú - poison and worm magic) nor would they be qualified to dabble in profound witchcraft.
As if in response, the scythe in mid-air traced some arcs and actually spun back, striking towards Chen Fan again, this time aiming for his eyes.
If it hit, Chen Fan would be crippled, losing at least half of his combat effectiveness.
Any strong individual, upon losing their sight, would become extremely vulnerable, a weakling at the mercy of others.
"You're the naive one!"
Chen Fan was starting to get impatient. Although their attacks were somewhat peculiar, they were far inferior to those from the Left and Right Divine Halls in District 13.
In fact, if he merely channeled his power to protect his body, this person couldn't harm him at all!
*Clang...*
A metallic clash rang out. The scythe snapped in response, while the Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi emitted a white light that shot directly towards the black-clad figure in front.
"Careful!"
Another black-clad figure warned.
Simultaneously, the two attacked together. Their scythes, like spinning darts, shot directly towards Chen Fan's vital points.
The targeted black-clad figure's expression changed. Black mist emerged from his body, and a mysterious aura enveloped him.
*Swoosh!*
A sound like tearing silk was heard. The black-clad figure was directly split in two by the white light.
Chen Fan's eyes narrowed. His body moved like a gust of wind, leaving an afterimage in his original spot, while he appeared elsewhere.
It seemed that these so-called Er tribe members had some skill after all.
His attack was so swift, yet they managed to dodge it.
But he didn't care. If this force could be easily destroyed, it wouldn't be much fun.
"All of you, attack!"
At this moment, the black-clad figure who had been cleaved earlier reappeared. His aura fluctuated, clearly indicating that he had expended considerable effort to evade Chen Fan's attack.
The other two, knowing Chen Fan's might, naturally wouldn't hold back.
They controlled their strange scythes while simultaneously directing the countless snakes and rats on the ground.
With the three attacking simultaneously, even if Chen Fan was powerful, he would likely be overwhelmed.
"I've played with you for long enough, it's time to stop!"
Chen Fan coldly snorted, and a tremendously powerful aura erupted from him. The poisonous mist in the air, as if encountering its nemesis, rapidly retreated.
Not only that, but the poisonous snakes and rats on the ground, which had been attacking Chen Fan, all retreated backward, as if encountering something terrifying.
They were controlled by the Er tribe members, but at this moment, they were showing signs of breaking free from their control.
How could this be?
The three black-clad figures were inwardly shaken.
How could their tribe's secret techniques fail?
These venomous creatures had long been under their control, and now they were breaking free. This was simply unbelievable.
But in reality, it was true. Whether it was the venomous snakes or the frenzied rats, they were instinctively retreating.
No matter what means the black-clad figures used, the creatures refused to advance.
"Hmph!"
Chen Fan sneered, then pulled the Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi from the ground, raising it high, and slashed out with his sword.
With this strike, the heavens and earth trembled violently. The void let out a fierce howl, as if something terrifying was emerging.
Not only that, but the ground cracked open, and white light shot out like an endless source of illumination, intending to purify all evil in the world.
The three black-clad figures were the first to bear the brunt. They all saw a colossal divine sword charging towards them, filling their vision in an instant and making their souls tremble.
*Squelch!* *Squelch!* *Squelch!*
Three soft sounds echoed, and the three black-clad figures instantly turned into dust, their corpses vanishing without a trace.
Chen Fan didn't even spare them a glance and continued towards the direction of the border town.
Killing three underlings gave him no sense of accomplishment.
The strength of these individuals couldn't be compared to the people from District 13 back then. Even those at the level of Leighton and Lie Shan were far more powerful than these three.
With the deaths of the three black-clad figures, the poisonous snakes and rats on the ground retreated in a frenzy, no longer daring to approach Chen Fan.
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"Great Shaman, that person has arrived and killed three of our tribesmen!"
In the Great Sacrificial Hall, a black-clad figure reported to the Great Shaman, his voice filled with hatred.