txolops Chapter 691 So what if I did it? You dare kill me?
Chapter 691 So what if I did it? You dare kill me?
The smile on Zhao Yu's face had completely disappeared, but only for a moment before that gloomy look resurfaced.
He raised his chin, looking down at Chen Fan with a condescending air, a cold smile slowly creeping onto his lips.
That sneer carried a hint of reckless arrogance, an overconfident and fearless defiance, and a sense of catharsis that had been suppressed for two whole years and was finally being released at this moment.
"Indeed, it was I who ordered Duan Wuliang to do it." Zhao Yu snapped open his folding fan and gently shook it twice. His voice, though not loud, carried clearly throughout the entire hall. "Chen Fan, who do you think you are? A stray dog who escaped from the Great Yu Wasteland, dares to flaunt your power before me? At the Hundred Sects Tournament, you secured first place in the total points for Zhao Yan, causing Father to pass the position of Regent to him. If it weren't for you, the one sitting in that chair should be me!"
He grew increasingly agitated, his folding fan waving faster and faster, his voice growing sharper: "For the past two years, I've thought day and night about how to make you taste the bitterness of losing everything. Didn't you want to go to the Great Qin? Didn't you dream of leaving Tiannan? Fine, I'll make sure you don't leave. The teleportation array is broken and won't be repaired for fifty years. Don't you have plenty of time? Then stay on Tiannan Star for another fifty years. What, can't you wait?"
Duan Wuliang stood behind Zhao Yu, his face still a little pale, but seeing Zhao Yu's toughness, he straightened his back a bit.
He forced a smile, wanting to say something in agreement, but found himself unable to manage a laugh. Chen Fan's gaze remained fixed on him, the chill emanating from him undiminished by Zhao Yu's arrogance.
Chen Fan looked at Zhao Yu, his expression still calm and unreadable, but the fingers on the sword hilt had tightened at some point!
He rarely harbored murderous intent towards anyone.
Throughout his life, he killed countless people, but most of it was out of necessity, and very few of them were out of pure anger.
When Wang Zhenyue chased him for three days and three nights, he was more focused on calm calculations.
Back then, when Song Tianren fought him to the death in the ring, he was more focused on the seriousness of meeting a worthy opponent and how to find a weakness in the battle.
But things are different now.
The teleportation array is Chen Fan's only hope of traversing star systems.
Once a century has passed, the Soul Refining Sect's ancestor in the sealed land may break the seal at any time, at which point the Great Abyss, the Zhao Kingdom, and the entire Tiannan Star will be plunged into chaos and suffering.
Chen Fan spent several years traveling from the desolate continent of Dayu to the boundless sea, from the boundless sea to the capital of Zhao, and from the capital of Zhao to the desert grasslands, taking one step at a time, each step bringing him closer to his goal.
Now, Zhao Yu, for his own selfish desires, has personally closed that door.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhao Yu laughed even more wildly.
He gestured with his folding fan to his bright yellow python robe, his voice full of sarcasm and disdain: "Even if you know it was me, what can you do? I am the fourth prince of Zhao, the son of the king, of royal blood. You, a mere high-ranking official, are nothing more than a third-rank official. Do you dare lay a hand on me? I'll stand right here and let you kill me, do you dare?"
"Shut up!" Zhao Yan whirled around, staring intently at Zhao Yu, his voice low and urgent, filled with barely suppressed anxiety. "Fourth brother, don't pressure him. Leave now, leave immediately!"
Zhao Yu sneered, about to say something, when he suddenly realized that something was blocking his throat.
It wasn't that his throat was blocked; it was fear that prevented him from making a sound.
Because he saw Chen Fan draw his sword.
The moment Eleven's sword was drawn, the temperature in the entire hall plummeted to freezing. The remaining spatial fluctuations on the platform were stirred by this aura, emitting a low, mournful sound.
The pressure of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was released without reservation, and the power of the fusion of immortals and demons surged and spread in the hall, making the air as heavy and solid as iron.
Everyone in the hall felt their breathing become difficult, as if an invisible mountain was slowly pressing down on them.
The arrogant and overbearing look on Zhao Yu's face finally faded away.
He stared wide-eyed at Chen Fan's still calm eyes, and for the first time saw something in those eyes that chilled him to the bone.
That wasn't murderous intent.
He had seen killing intent before; it was in the eyes of generals who had gone berserk on the battlefield. But what Chen Fan saw was something deeper than killing intent, as deep as an ancient well with no bottom.
It was a coldness that had completely transcended anger.
Duan Wuliang was the first to react.
Almost instinctively, he formed hand seals, and his body erupted with golden spiritual energy, condensing into seven or eight golden shields in front of him. At the same time, a flash of golden light appeared beneath his feet, and he retreated rapidly.
His reaction was incredibly fast; his metal-elemental spiritual power gave him a far more acute sense of danger than other cultivators of the same level.
But Chen Fan only lightly stabbed with his sword.
The movement was so unremarkable that it lacked any skill; he simply raised his hand and thrust the sword out.
Instantly, the seven or eight golden shields in front of Duan Wuliang shattered silently like paper before this sword strike.
His protective aura was also pierced by a sword. The sword tip pierced through his chest and emerged from his back, precisely penetrating his heart.
Duan Wuliang looked down at the sword in front of his chest, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.
His nascent soul was shattered by the power of cause and effect under this sword strike, and it vanished along with his divine soul, leaving him no chance to escape into reincarnation.
One sword kills.
Chen Fan pulled out Eleven, and Duan Wuliang's corpse fell softly to the ground with a dull thud.
Those wide-open eyes still held the horror and disbelief of death, as if they couldn't understand how this eunuch dared to make a move until the very end.
There was a dead silence in the hall.
The array masters were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, huddled in the corner of the array platform, not daring to even breathe.
Han Cen and Ouyang Ye's expressions also changed. They never expected Chen Fan to kill someone in public in the Imperial City and inside the Teleportation Pavilion.
Although Duan Wuliang was only a guest elder at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, he was, after all, one of the Fourth Prince's men. Killing him in the imperial city was tantamount to openly making an enemy of the Fourth Prince.
Looking at Duan Wuliang's corpse, Zhao Yu's face drained of all color in an instant.
His lips began to tremble, and the folding fan in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, the sharp sound of its broken bones jarring in the deathly silent hall. He took a step back, two steps, three steps, until his back slammed against the hall door before he stopped.
"You...you dare kill an official of the imperial court?" Zhao Yu's voice had completely changed, sharp and trembling, carrying a hint of cowardice beneath the fierce tone. "Chen Fan, are you rebelling? I am the fourth prince of Zhao, the son of the king! If you dare lay a finger on me, my father will not let you off, and the entire Zhao kingdom will not let you off!"