"Alright."
Karl immediately agreed, looking at Chen Fan. "There's no other way. Your sword strike was too powerful, it put me under pressure. I've seen Old Ling's tricks and had a way to deal with them, but your Dao is too sharp."
He didn't hide his true thoughts.
Chen Fan's immense power made him feel pressured.
"Come."
No further words were exchanged.
Chen Fan beckoned with his finger.
Having reached this point, Chen Fan had never feared anyone.
*Ding-a-ling!*
The bell rang.
The flow of time was once again under the control of the Arch-Bishop of the Void.
"Eyes, blinded."
As if joking, Karl uttered four words.
Chen Fan's eyes suddenly lost their sight.
His vision was stripped away by a mysterious force.
Startled, he suppressed his shock.
What if his sight was gone?
He still had his ears and nose...
"Ears, deafened."
Karl spoke again.
Chen Fan became deaf.
*Clang!*
At this moment, Chen Fan no longer waited. With a sword strike, he attacked.
His sword was slow, slicing towards the bell in the air.
"Heh heh."
Ling smiled.
The sword light was sharp, but its speed was insufficient.
Under the flow of time, he could easily dodge it.
With Chen Fan having lost his sight and hearing, dodging became even easier.
"Mouth, silenced."
"Sense of smell, vanished."
The abilities of all five senses were stripped away.
This was the method of the First Dark Bishop, capable of stripping away others' five senses.
...
At this moment, to outsiders, Chen Fan appeared to have become a madman.
His sword light was powerful, but it lacked direction, appearing scattered.
"Kill him," Ling commanded.
The First Dark Bishop frowned. "Do you think my deprivation of the five senses is that simple? I can't even move right now. You, deactivate the flow of time and go kill him."
Ling frowned. He also did not wish to act.
Chen Fan's sword light was too potent; a single touch would result in death or severe injury.
However, Karl's aura was indeed somewhat weak, clearly indicating that stripping Chen Fan's five senses had placed a significant burden on him.
The stronger one's cultivation, the more difficult it was to strip away their sensory abilities.
"Fine."
Ultimately, Ling had to compromise.
The flow of time was deactivated, but Chen Fan seemed unresponsive.
The Sky Skeleton roared loudly, "Be careful, Ling is coming..."
Unfortunately, Chen Fan could not hear his voice at all.
Outside, Lan Kuang clenched his fists, his palms dripping with sweat.
The Old Demon's eyes darted around, his thoughts unknown.
Just then, the Old Demon felt an ill-intentioned gaze.
He turned his head and met the gaze of the First Red Bishop.
"Hey."
The Old Demon grinned.
You want to kill me?
The Old Demon stared back provocatorily, his challenge unmistakable.
It was as if he were saying... come and kill me.
The Red Bishop sneered.
He naturally would not make a move now. If Chen Fan were to be killed in the secret realm, it would prove he was nothing special. Today, he might be able to keep Chen Fan here.
Furthermore, he sensed the aura of the Saint Emperor.
The Saint Emperor seemed about to act.
Needless to say, the Saint Emperor's target would be Chen Fan.
Others could not attract the Saint Emperor's attention, unless the Dark Saint Emperor himself appeared.
...
The scene shifted back to the secret realm.
Ling dodged all the sword lights and finally approached Chen Fan.
He glanced at the seemingly deranged young man and said with a smile, "Young man, you should know when to temper your sharpness, or else... you'll perish prematurely."
As he spoke, he raised his hand to strike Chen Fan's head.
"Is that so?"
The sudden voice startled Ling.
At this moment, Chen Fan looked up, his eyes filled with a playful glint, staring at Ling with great interest.
"Not good."
At this moment, Ling's heart was suddenly filled with a strong sense of crisis.
Chen Fan's gaze was too bright; it was clearly not a state of having lost one's senses.
Moreover, he could still speak.
Now, the only thing Ling could do was defend with all his might.
*Chii.*
The dazzling sword light had already pierced his heart.
He tried to defend, instantly controlling the flow of time.
"Eyes, blinded."
"Ears, deafened."
"..."
The abilities he had just used on Chen Fan were now entirely employed against Ling.
This time, the First Dark Bishop's aura was truly chaotic.
When dealing with Chen Fan, everything had been an act.
Everything happened in an instant.
*Poof!*
The sword light, capable of shattering all, pierced Ling's heart.
Without any hesitation.
Without any resistance.
It was like a sharp knife slicing through a piece of white paper.
"You..."
Ling's life force was rapidly draining.
He was not yet dead, his gaze fixed on Karl.
"Why?"
"No reason."
Karl shrugged. "I just don't like you."
Such a simple reason.
Ling understood. It turned out all of this was a scheme by the two of them.
However, he did not believe they could have conspired under his nose.
As if sensing Ling's confusion, Chen Fan, as he was about to die, provided an explanation: "The First Dark Bishop first blinded me, but... my eyes could still see, so I understood."
When intelligent people cooperate, they don't need many words.
A single glance or a simple gesture is enough.
Ling was unwilling...
"Old man,"
Karl sneered at him. "You're too old. Ever since you were promoted from Red Bishop to Void Bishop, you've always been aloof. How long has it been since you last fought?"
Ling: "..."