Ye Yunchen immediately let out a cold snort, gripping his weapon, and charged towards Chen Fan!
And this time, Ye Yunchen had spoken the truth!
The pill refined from the Golden Divine Tree had indeed greatly boosted his power!
Yet, facing the assault of nearly a hundred people, Chen Fan’s face showed no fear.
Even against Ye Yunchen, whose strength had increased at least tenfold, Chen Fan remained unfazed!
This was because, at this moment, Chen Fan’s strength could no longer be described by mere levels!
Dealing with Ye Yunchen and his ilk was as simple for Chen Fan as crushing ants!
In mere moments, blood flowed like a river!
The Heavenly Dao experts who had specifically rushed over were, for the most part, now dead by Chen Fan’s sword.
The small number who remained alive were so terrified by Chen Fan’s formidable combat prowess that they abandoned Ye Yunchen and fled for their lives.
Ye Yunchen, after consuming the pill, had believed he could defeat Chen Fan in one strike.
But he never could have imagined that, in just a few minutes, he would suffer a crushing defeat at Chen Fan’s hands.
Ye Yunchen was now heavily wounded, his breath shallow, lying before Chen Fan. His face was pale with terror, a look of sorrow etched upon it as he gazed at the sky, muttering to himself repeatedly.
"How could this… how could this have happened…"
Looking at Ye Yunchen’s state, he appeared to have been beaten senseless.
Chen Fan, having secured victory in this battle, sheathed his Tian Cong Yun Sword and slowly approached Ye Yunchen.
Upon seeing Chen Fan walk towards him, Ye Yunchen, already grievously injured, was filled with immense dread.
"Ye Yunchen, I am not killing you this time for a reason," Chen Fan said condescendingly, a disdainful sneer on his face as he saw Ye Yunchen’s fear.
Hearing Chen Fan's words, Ye Yunchen, knowing he might be spared for the moment, let out a sigh of relief, his voice still trembling as he asked, "What… what is your purpose?"
"Is your master the San Ren?" Chen Fan asked coldly, his hands clasped behind his back, posing the familiar question from above.
At this critical juncture, facing Chen Fan's inquiry, Ye Yunchen's already pale face was suddenly clouded with worry!
Even now, Ye Yunchen refused to answer!
"I don't know any San Ren. Chen Tianjiao, give up. Stop asking me this question," Ye Yunchen's eyes darted around. Then, as if he had made a momentous decision, he spoke to Chen Fan with a pathetic, pained expression.
Upon hearing Ye Yunchen's words, Chen Fan replied with a hint of pity in his voice, "Very well, if I give up on this matter, it means the end of your life."
Seeing Chen Fan's demeanor, Ye Yunchen knew very well that he was not joking.
Death, he certainly feared.
But…
"You… you can kill me, but my master has shown me immense kindness. I will never betray him!" Thus, after hearing Chen Fan's words, Ye Yunchen gritted his teeth and declared with firm resolve.
"So, your master is San Ren?" Chen Fan’s eyes glinted with murderous intent as he asked again.
However, at this very moment, no matter how Chen Fan questioned him, Ye Yunchen remained silent.
The reason was not only his unwillingness to speak, but also that his body could no longer support prolonged conversation.
After Chen Fan had asked Ye Yunchen several times, he nodded with a look of helplessness and asked again.
"You can choose not to speak, so, is your master not San Ren?"
This time, Chen Fan asked the same old question.
But it was different from the previous times.
This time, Chen Fan crouched down, placing the Tian Cong Yun Sword horizontally at Ye Yunchen's neck, and added,
"If you still do not speak, I will not hesitate to dismember you."
After Chen Fan uttered these words, Ye Yunchen, lying on the ground and barely clinging to life, could no longer maintain his composed expression.
Even though he was prepared to die, when death truly loomed, he still couldn't control his fear and instinctively spoke.
"Whether my master is San Ren is not important. You just need to know that with your strength, you are no match for my master."
Ye Yunchen's words left Chen Fan feeling quite exasperated.
For he truly hadn't expected Ye Yunchen's resolve to be so unyielding!
Chen Fan then sheathed his Tian Cong Yun Sword, stood up, and said coldly,
"I may not be San Ren's match, but what about someone who came from the Kunlun Secret Realm, someone whom even San Ren would call Senior Brother?"
"Speak, is your master, or is he not, San Ren?"
At this point, Ye Yunchen, after the harrowing experience he had just endured, began to understand.
Chen Fan had a request of him. If he truly intended to kill him, he would have acted long ago. Why would he linger, babbling and repeatedly asking the same question?
"Chen Tianjiao, stop wasting your efforts. I will never betray my master." Ye Yunchen now believed he had seen through Chen Fan, and his tone was no longer filled with fear.
Ye Yunchen wasn't the only one who had seen through the other.
Chen Fan, too, now understood Ye Yunchen's thoughts.
"Ye Yunchen, you might not realize it yourself, but you have already betrayed your master." Thus, as Ye Yunchen finished speaking, a look of disdain appeared on Chen Fan's face.
Then, Chen Fan began to walk away, speaking as he moved, putting on an act of leaving.
Initially, Ye Yunchen would not have believed Chen Fan's words.
But now that Chen Fan had started to leave, Ye Yunchen had no choice but to believe him!
"Impossible, when did I…" Though he lacked the strength to rise and stop Chen Fan, Ye Yunchen's expression changed, and he urgently called out towards Chen Fan's retreating back.
However, before Ye Yunchen could finish his words, Chen Fan stopped and turned, interrupting him with a cold tone.
Chen Fan said coldly to Ye Yunchen, "Your gaze betrays you."
Looking at Chen Fan's exceedingly confident demeanor, Ye Yunchen's heart began to panic.