Pang Tong seized an opportunity from the past.
Without paying for the Tianxing Stone, he ended up with a body full of wounds.
"Pah."
Pang Tong spat out a mouthful of blood, baring his teeth. "This is getting tough. An old blind man appeared on the fourth street, and now, I'm afraid those big figures will have to make their move."
Chen Fan: "..."
He wanted to say, I can get through.
But then he thought better of it and remained silent.
This big guy, though his words were harsh, wasn't a bad person.
Perhaps...
Well, let's see what happens as we go.
The fifth street.
This time, as soon as Pang Tong stepped onto it and sensed the hidden auras, he attacked without a word.
"Kill."
A fierce battle erupted.
Chen Fan, watching from behind, touched his nose. "They have a grudge."
Unlike the previous fights, these two were trading blows that aimed for vital points, each desperate to kill the other.
"Lei Shan."
Pang Tong roared from the center of the fight.
Ice and snow blocks from the ground instantly flew up and gathered on his body, forming a suit of armor.
"Kill."
With a loud shout.
His fist, clad in ice and stone, swung forward with full force.
Boom.
This punch sent his opponent flying.
As the opponent was sent backward, a hidden dagger slashed across Pang Tong's abdomen.
The ice-stone armor shattered, nearly cleaving Pang Tong in two.
Pang Tong endured the blow, but his body swayed precariously.
His opponent, on the other hand, could only stagger out of the long street, leaving behind a long trail of blood.
"Whoa."
Pang Tong couldn't hold on any longer, and his unsteady body spewed out a large amount of blood.
"Are you alright?"
Chen Fan stepped forward, intending to help, but was refused.
Pang Tong's face was filled with bitterness. "Sorry, brother, I can't escort you to Piaoxue Pavilion."
"Mm."
Chen Fan nodded.
He could feel that Pang Tong was at his limit.
If he fought any longer, he would die.
"The rest of the way, you'll have to go alone," Pang Tong sighed.
He felt a twinge of regret for not obtaining the Tianxing Stone.
Chen Fan looked at him and, after a moment of thought, said, "If you trust me, give me one more ride. You don't need to fight anymore; I'll handle it..."
"You?"
Pang Tong sized up Chen Fan's slender frame.
"Forget it, I won't discourage you."
"I don't want to be a burden to you."
"Don't you want the Tianxing Stone?" Chen Fan retorted.
He did.
Of course, he did.
But...
Pang Tong smiled wryly. "Though I'm not much, I only take what I deserve."
"This is what you deserve."
Chen Fan directly took out a Tianxing Stone and tossed it to him.
"This..."
He felt the heat in his hand.
The pure fiery aura seemed as though it would melt his body.
It felt so good.
Even though he was an ice and snow cultivator and couldn't absorb fire energy, he could still feel the immense power contained within the Tianxing Stone.
Finally, Pang Tong gritted his teeth fiercely. "Alright, I'll escort you one more time."
Saying that, he immediately put away the Tianxing Stone.
He had made up his mind; he would risk his life to get this person to Piaoxue Pavilion.
He had been in Snow City for too long, unable to take that crucial step.
Now that he saw hope, he would fight, even if it meant death.
"Let's go."
Pang Tong was ready to fight desperately.
Chen Fan smiled calmly and walked towards the sixth street.
As soon as they entered...
"Not good."
Pang Tong's face changed drastically.
Standing on the street ahead was a person.
Unlike the others who hid their identities, this person stood openly, leaning on a long spear, their expression cold.
"Silver Spear."
A flicker of fear appeared in Pang Tong's eyes.
Then, he looked at Chen Fan with despair. "We..."
Bang.
Before Pang Tong could finish speaking, he saw Chen Fan extend a finger forward.
And then...
There was no then.
The Silver Spear, who had terrified them, was now looking down at a bloody hole in his chest, his cold expression frozen forever.
He had lost his breath.
"Holy crap."
Pang Tong was completely stunned.
What the hell was going on?
He glanced at the corpse of the Silver Spear, then at Chen Fan, and quietly took out the Tianxing Stone.
"Let's go."
Chen Fan, without even looking at the Tianxing Stone, strode forward.
Unbeknownst to him, a growing excitement appeared in Pang Tong's eyes.
Even if he were an idiot, he could see Chen Fan's immense power. The Tianxing Stone, Chen Fan didn't even bother to glance at it, as if it were just an ordinary rock in his eyes.
"A powerful patron."
Pang Tong felt he had struck gold.
Then he thought of his own boastful fights earlier, and his face flushed.
This person was simply too strong.
Chen Fan had no idea how many thoughts had flashed through Pang Tong's mind in that short while.
The seventh street.
When he entered, he saw only one person cupping their fists and then stepping aside to let them pass.
Pang Tong felt a pang of envy.
It wasn't right to look down on people like this.
He had fought his way through, risking his life, to clear the path ahead.
These powerful figures who came later didn't even show any intention of fighting.
Was it because the Silver Spear had been killed?
The person who let them pass, though Pang Tong didn't recognize him, the mask on his face revealed his identity.
The Iron Mask Swordsman.
This person's name was associated with blood.
"Sigh."
Comparing oneself to others could be maddening.
Pang Tong was convinced.
On the eighth street, Pang Tong didn't even see anyone.
It wasn't until they entered the ninth street that Pang Tong felt somewhat relieved.
The person hadn't run away or stepped aside.
However... the background of this person made Pang Tong's face even more solemn.
"Someone from Piaoxue Pavilion," Pang Tong whispered at his side.
Piaoxue Pavilion?
Isn't that my destination?
Chen Fan quickly called out, "Friend, I am also going to Piaoxue Pavilion. I wish to see your Pavilion Master."
"..."
The other person remained silent.
Clang.
An iron sword forged from ice was stuck in the ground.
Icy pupils looked at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan: "???"
What is this for?
"Are you going to fight me?" Chen Fan asked, bewildered.
The other person still didn't speak, only the iron sword emitted a low hum.
Killing intent spread.
Chen Fan was completely confused.
"Brother,"
Pang Tong beside him couldn't help but remind him, "Perhaps we should withdraw..."
He was truly afraid.
In this city, Piaoxue Pavilion was an absolute supreme existence.
No one could remain calm in the face of Piaoxue Pavilion's killing intent.
Clang!
The moment the iron sword flew up, Pang Tong felt as though the sky had collapsed.
It was as if an ice mountain was bearing down on him.
"Hmph."
Only when a cold snort echoed did the sky clear again.
The falling iron sword, like an ice mountain, was scattered by a bolt of lightning.
Crack.
Silver arcs of electricity tore through the sky.
The ice mountain shattered, yet the iron sword continued its advance.
The other party had not held back.
"Looking for death."
Chen Fan had already held back.
Yet this person was pushing his luck and still chose to attack.
Did they really think I had no temper?
Or did they think no one dared to challenge the authority of Piaoxue Pavilion?
"Kill."
He hadn't acted before, but once he did, it was like thunder and lightning.
Boom.
The ground rumbled.
Chen Fan favored a forceful approach, and the power of the earth spread.
With one punch, he shattered the sky.