"What's with all the nonsense?"
Chen Fan disdained, "Does this City Lord need anyone's help?"
He questioned.
"So..."
The Lord of Light pondered for a moment before saying, "You intend to have a fair duel with me, with no one allowed to interfere, right?"
"Exactly."
Chen Fan nodded. "Anyone who dares to interfere, this City Lord will chop off their claws."
Light: "..."
Understood.
For a moment, the Lord of Light felt a sense of bewilderment.
The spectators in the distance were also somewhat speechless.
What was this?
Chivalry in the martial world?
In Chaos, where was there such a thing as a fair fight?
There had never been fairness in this Chaos.
The strong bullied the weak; this was the rule of Chaos.
Multiple people ganging up on one was also common.
As long as one could kill, nothing else mattered.
But Chen Fan did not want this, or rather... disliked this rule.
Ganging up was acceptable.
But that had to be based on the premise that I am not your match.
Since I am confident I can kill you, why would I need help from others?
"Heh heh."
Chen Fan sneered, looking at the Lord of Light. "Are you done talking? Come... let's continue fighting. Today, I will definitely kill you."
The Lord of Light: "..."
For some reason, Chen Fan's words resonated with him.
But he quickly suppressed it.
As a Ninth Order Overlord, how could his state of mind be disturbed by a few words?
After a brief moment of thought, he nodded. "Then... as you wish."
Boom.
The aura of light erupted once more.
"Kill."
The two clashed again.
The commotion was immense, causing the Great Dao to rumble continuously.
For a time, Emperor Wan Hua, watching from afar, felt unsure of what to do.
"I..."
He watched for a long time, and finally, gritted his teeth fiercely. "Since you are seeking death, then don't blame me."
"Chen Fan."
Deep resentment appeared in Emperor Wan Hua's eyes. "Since you are ungrateful, then this Emperor will kill you first. Light... let us join forces..."
Bang.
The Fist of Light sent Emperor Wan Hua flying directly.
Wan Hua: "???"
Emperor Wan Hua was stunned.
"You are truly seeking death."
Chen Fan's icy voice sounded again. "Light, wait a moment. I'll take care of him first..."
Clang.
Who would have thought that the Lord of Light would make a move?
It was too sudden, no one could have predicted it.
The Divine Fist of Light bloomed, and a single punch shattered Wan Hua's physical body.
"..."
At this moment, the world fell silent.
Only the echoes of destructive fluctuations spread across heaven and earth.
"Why?"
Wan Hua, with disheveled hair, emerged from the shattered Great Dao.
The collapsed Great Dao was already covered with scars.
He looked at the Lord of Light in disbelief, his previous swagger gone.
"Kill."
Chen Fan's attack arrived.
The Sword Dao surged like a dragon, engulfing Wan Hua.
"Ah..."
Screams echoed through the heavens and earth.
The sword light was too sharp, continuously tearing apart Wan Hua's physical body and Great Dao.
The aura of death began to spread.
"Still."
The Heavenly Crown appeared, fixing the world.
Simultaneously fixed was Emperor Wan Hua's body, his disbelieving gaze locked onto Chen Fan and the Lord of Light.
"Why?" Even as the Great Dao continuously dispersed, he paid no heed.
He only wanted to know... why?
This was his obsession.
He didn't even care about the approaching death, only wanting to know... why?
Yes, why?
Was there an answer?
Apologies, no...
Clang.
The divine sword flashed, bathed in the lightning of the Nine Heavens.
The Thunder Sword descended.
Emperor Wan Hua watched the falling Thunder Sword in despair.
His Dao Spirit surged from behind him but was directly shattered by the sword.
Unequal.
"Hahaha."
Emperor Wan Hua laughed in despair, feeling the presence of death.
In his life, he had imagined many ways to die, but he had never imagined being executed in full view of everyone.
The Thunder Sword shattered his Dao Spirit.
"Forget it."
Emperor Wan Hua shook his head.
He no longer wanted to know the answer he could not obtain.
To die, was to die.
Having lived for so long, he had had his fill. The only regret was... not being able to witness the scenery of the Ninth Order.
The Ninth Order, the pinnacle that everyone yearned for.
Not having seen the scenery of the Ninth Order was his sole regret.
"Alas."
Suddenly, a faint sigh echoed.
The voice came abruptly, yet was not entirely unexpected.
Space twisted, and a phantom figure slowly materialized.
He appeared as a middle-aged scholar, with a head of white hair flowing behind him, slicing through space.
The white hair stretched for ten thousand miles, connecting to the distant Thousand Silk Dojo.
"City Lord Chen, can you give this seat some face?" the white-haired figure spoke softly.
His pupils contained the divine light of the sun and moon.
The left eye held the sun, and the right eye held the moon.
As his eyes opened and closed, the entire Thousand Silk Realm trembled.
"Emperor Thousand Silk." Chen Fan spoke.
The identity of this person was now clear.
Thousand Silk nodded and spoke softly, "Wan Hua interfered in the battle between you two and deserved death. However, this seat wishes to spare his life. I wonder if City Lord Chen can give this seat some face? Of course... whatever compensation City Lord Chen requires, as long as Wan Hua can afford it, it can be discussed."
Saving someone was not something he could achieve with just a word.
Even as a Ninth Order, he did not have the authority to make a definitive judgment with a single decree.
Especially considering the defiant youth before him, he likely wouldn't care about his face.
"Heh."
Chen Fan smiled faintly, and the Thunder Sword disappeared.
He then looked at Wan Hua coldly and sneered, "Scram."
Wan Hua: "..."
He had already prepared himself for death.
He hadn't expected such a turn of events.
He hadn't expected Emperor Thousand Silk to intervene and save his life.
"Thank you, City Lord Chen."
Naturally, no one wanted to die if they could live.
Emperor Wan Hua clasped his fists towards Chen Fan, then expressed his gratitude to Thousand Silk: "Thank you, Dao Lord Thousand Silk."
"Mmm."
Thousand Silk nodded.
Following this, Chen Fan spoke again, "Leave your Dao Spirit behind."
"..."
Emperor Wan Hua was conflicted.
But in the end, he sighed.
Hum.
His Dao Spirit emerged, and he personally severed its connection.
Instantly, the Dao Spirit, which had the form of an unknown beast, dispersed and transformed into primal Dao spiritual light, about to dissipate.
"Swish."
Chen Fan's palm reached out, and the dissipating spiritual essence was caught in his hand.
Without hesitation, he stuffed it directly into the Light and Dark Realm.
This was his spoils of war.
And the price paid by the other party, bypassing Wan Hua.
Wan Hua clasped his fists again and left with a sigh.
"Boom."
At this moment, the Lord of Light on the opposite side suddenly made a move.
His attack was very sudden, no one had expected it.
With a 'bang,' Emperor Wan Hua's figure shattered inch by inch under the Divine Fist of Light.
The Great Dao collapsed, and his physical body disintegrated.
Wan Hua: "???"
What was happening?
He was stunned.
His last thoughts dissipated, and he looked at the Lord of Light in confusion. "Why?"
What was wrong with this world?
The Lord of Light's action also stunned Chen Fan and Thousand Silk.
"Heh heh."
The Lord of Light sneered. "He said he would let you go, but I never said that."
Ruthless.
The Lord of Light was too cruel, killing Emperor Wan Hua directly.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the area became extremely strange.