"Mhm."
The youth nodded slightly, a gesture of acknowledgment.
He then walked up to Chen Fan and stopped before him.
His normal-looking eyes slowly opened.
Bright.
That was Chen Fan's first impression.
The eyes seemed to lack eyeballs, appearing somewhat hollow.
But the hollowness was merely an external perception.
In Chen Fan's eyes, these eyes were incredibly luminous.
Pure brilliance, needing no other colors to embellish.
Darkness, the antithesis of light.
It naturally shouldn't appear in such pupils.
"Hello," the youth greeted proactively.
"Hey," Chen Fan’s lips curved upwards, slowly forming an arc. "Son of Light, interesting. Have you mastered the power of the origin of light?"
"Your insight is remarkable." The Son of Light showed no intention of concealment. He nodded. "From the day I was born, light accompanied me. The chairman said I was the son of light and brought me back to the Light Society for nurturing."
"Is that so?" Chen Fan remained non-committal. "Then it seems you truly are the Son of Light."
"Senior, your killing intent is too heavy," the youth continued. "Why not join my Light Society? Embrace the power of light and illuminate this dark world with a ray of brightness."
Chen Fan shook his head. "I am a person who believes in neither heaven nor earth, and naturally, I won't worship light. I only believe in myself. What is truly mine is only what I forge with my own hands." He paused. "Relying on power granted by faith is ultimately like gazing at the moon in the water." He lived his life believing only in himself.
"Senior has fallen into demonic ways."
"So what if I am a demon? What if I am a Buddha?" Chen Fan sneered. "If I were the Buddha, there would be no demons in the world. If I were a demon, how could Buddha stop me?"
"Senior's obsession is ingrained in your bones. A severe illness requires drastic medicine. Very well, as the Son of Light, I shall purge the sins of this era. Senior, forgive me."
"High-sounding platitudes."
"Buzz." The youth spoke no further. With a mere thought, light bloomed throughout heaven and earth. It was as if all the light in the world was converging towards the youth. The gentle radiance turned sharp and deadly, transforming into spears of light.
"Puff, puff, puff." Sounds of impact echoed from Chen Fan’s body. Light was omnipresent. Light itself was the opponent's attack. Chen Fan stood under the sun; aside from the shadow beneath his feet, all other parts of him were within the range of the light attacks. The power of the Golden Silk Cicada Robe spread out, fending off all assaults.
"Impressive technique." Even as an opponent, Chen Fan had to praise the youth. His control was far superior to others.
"Senior possesses a defensive treasure," the Son of Light saw through Chen Fan’s strength at a glance. "However... light is everywhere. Even the most powerful treasures have their limits. I wonder how long Senior can hold on?" He was brimming with confidence. As the embodiment of light, wherever light existed, it obeyed his command.
"Heh." Chen Fan chuckled. What audacious words from this little one. Did he truly think the Golden Silk Cicada Robe was just an ordinary defensive treasure? Indeed, the Golden Silk Cicada Robe had its limits, just as the Seven Divine Artifacts combined had theirs, otherwise, they wouldn't have been dismantled in the past. But this limit was incredibly deep. A half-baked Son of Light, with this level of attack, could never breach the defenses of the Golden Silk Cicada Robe in a lifetime.
"Puff, puff, puff." The light attacks continued incessantly. Unfortunately, they were useless.
"Shall I give it a try?" Chen Fan gripped the Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi, sweeping it out horizontally. Sword intent surged, like a colossal scythe, slicing towards the youth's waist. A waist cut.
"Poof!" It succeeded. The sword intent passed through the youth at the waist, cleaving his body in two. However, Chen Fan felt no satisfaction of slaying an enemy. He hadn't felt any resistance, any solid entity. The opponent was like a wisp of smoke, cut through without any obstruction. Then, the severed body parts re-joined.
"It's useless," the youth's voice carried a strong conviction. "Light cannot be severed."
Chen Fan frowned. Indeed, how could light be severed? But he wasn't discouraged, because the opponent was, ultimately, not pure light.
"Kill!" The Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi seemed to seal the sky and lock the earth. Killing intent condensed into a tangible form, strike after strike. "Puff, puff, puff." The youth was cut into countless fragments. Still useless, his figure reappeared. The light attacks on Chen Fan had never ceased.
"Alright," Chen Fan's temper flared. "Today, I'm going to go head-to-head with you. Let's see who's stronger, who can last until the end."
...
In the distance, Old Demon and the First Emissary of Light were still locked in a fierce battle. The two Emissaries of Light on Chen Fan's side attempted to intervene, but Chen Fan blocked them with a sword. His blade was incredibly sharp.
"Eh?" At this moment, Chen Fan let out a soft exclamation. "I understand now. Your attack power isn't very strong." The light attacks on Chen Fan couldn't break his defenses. If that was the case, why should he waste time here?
"Kill." He turned and charged towards the other two Emissaries of Light. Fine, he wouldn't contend with you anymore. You play by yourself, I'm going to kill someone else. Chen Fan himself praised his own intelligence. What a talent.
The Son of Light's brow furrowed. The two Emissaries of Light were defenseless against Chen Fan's onslaught, constantly suffering heavy injuries from his sword intent. If this continued, they would soon be killed.
"Alas," the Son of Light sighed. "Very well, since that is the case, I cannot let you live." The hands the Son of Light had kept behind his back slowly emerged. They were hands as flawless as uncarved jade. These hands were enough to make countless women feel ashamed. They were too beautiful. These were hands without a single blemish. Yet, their movements were slow, as if carrying immense weight.