The sky turned completely black in an instant.
A blood-colored moon loomed above Azure Cloud Sect, casting a cold, deadly light over every corner.
The terrifying Nascent Soul aura pressed down like a ten-thousand-foot mountain, making every disciple kneel on the ground, unable to move an inch.
Even the sect leader and elders, who had stood firm against Hall Master Xie, turned pale.
Their legs trembled under the pressure, and they could barely stand.
Nascent Soul Realm.
This was a legendary realm that they could only look up to in their entire lives.
A single thought from a Nascent Soul powerhouse could wipe their entire Azure Cloud Sect off the map.
The black figure in the clouds slowly descended.
He wore a blood-red robe, his face covered by a ghost mask, and his eyes were cold enough to freeze one's soul.
He was the true ruler of Blood Moon Tower, the Nascent Soul Tyrant — Blood Wuya.
Hall Master Xie, who was kneeling on the ground crippled, cried out in excitement the moment he saw him.
"Tower Lord! Save me! This brat crippled my cultivation! You must avenge me!"
Blood Wuya glanced at the crippled Hall Master Xie, his eyes devoid of any warmth.
He didn't even bother to respond.
To him, a crippled subordinate was no different from a dead ant.
His cold gaze locked directly onto Chen Fan.
"You are the one who dared to cripple my people and humiliate my Blood Moon Tower?"
His voice was low and cold, echoing through the square.
Every word he spoke carried a Nascent Soul pressure that made the ground crack slightly.
All the disciples held their breath, their eyes filled with terror.
They all knew that today, Azure Cloud Sect was facing a catastrophe.
Chen Fan stood still, his expression as calm as still water.
He looked up at Blood Wuya, his tone unchanged.
"I am Chen Fan. They came to kill me first. They got what they deserved."
"Arrogant."
Blood Wuya sneered, a cruel smile on his lips.
"A mere mid-Foundation Establishment ant dares to talk to a Nascent Soul like this. I haven't seen such a bold brat in a hundred years."
He raised his hand slightly.
A wisp of blood-colored spiritual energy condensed at his fingertips.
Just a tiny wisp of it carried a destructive aura far more terrifying than Hall Master Xie's full-power attack.
"Hand over your own head, and I'll spare the lives of everyone in this sect."
"Otherwise, I'll turn this entire mountain into a pool of blood, and not even a single blade of grass will be left alive."
His words were cold and ruthless, without any room for negotiation.
Everyone knew he wasn't bluffing.
A Nascent Soul powerhouse had the absolute power to wipe out their entire sect with a single move.
The sect leader's face turned ashen.
He gritted his teeth and stepped forward, bowing deeply to Blood Wuya.
"Tower Lord, this is a personal grudge between you and Chen Fan. Please don't involve the entire sect. We are willing to compensate you with all our sect's resources—"
"Shut up."
Blood Wuya's eyes turned cold.
A wave of spiritual energy slammed into the sect leader, sending him flying backward, coughing up blood.
"Who do you think you are to negotiate with me?"
"I'll give you ten breaths of time. Either hand over Chen Fan's head, or I'll start the massacre."
The square fell into dead silence.
All the disciples looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and despair.
Some of them even began to look at Chen Fan with pleading eyes.
They didn't want to die for a single handyman.
Elder Mu's face was full of anxiety.
He stepped in front of Chen Fan, holding his sword tightly, ready to fight to the death.
"Chen Fan, run! I'll hold him off! Go to the sacred peak and find the Supreme Elder! He's the only one who can save you!"
Chen Fan shook his head gently.
He patted Elder Mu's shoulder, signaling him to step back.
"There's no need to run. He can't kill me."
His voice was calm, but it carried an unshakable confidence.
Blood Wuya laughed out loud, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"A Foundation Establishment ant says a Nascent Soul can't kill him? You really are courting death."
"Ten breaths are over. Since you refuse to hand him over, all of you can go to hell together."
He raised his hand high.
Endless blood-colored spiritual energy gathered in the sky, forming a huge blood-colored palm print that covered the entire square.
The palm print rolled down, carrying the power to destroy everything.
The protective formation of Azure Cloud Sect lit up instantly, but it cracked like glass under the pressure of the palm print.
Everyone closed their eyes in despair.
They knew that once the palm print fell, they would all be turned into blood mist.
But at this moment, Chen Fan moved.
He stepped forward, standing in front of the entire sect.
His eyes turned cold, and the Eternal Shadow Steps were activated to the extreme.
His figure turned into a wisp of smoke, shooting straight into the sky, facing the huge blood-colored palm print.
"Is he crazy? He's going to fight a Nascent Soul attack head-on?!"
"He's going to die! No one can stop that attack!"
The disciples screamed in shock, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Elder Mu's heart jumped to his throat.
Even the sect leader, who was injured on the ground, stared at Chen Fan's figure with wide eyes.
In the sky, Chen Fan looked at the falling palm print, his expression unchanged.
He raised his right hand, and the invisible sword intent in his body burst out completely.
This time, he didn't hold back at all.
The sword intent, which had been condensed to the extreme, merged with the power of his Chaos Root, forming a thin but unstoppable sword light.
"Cut."
Chen Fan spat out a single word softly.
Whoosh!
The sword light shot out, cutting through the air like a hot knife through butter.
In an instant, it hit the huge blood-colored palm print.
Everyone thought the sword light would be swallowed by the palm print in an instant.
But what happened next shocked every single person present.
The unstoppable blood-colored palm print was split in half from the middle by the thin sword light.
It collapsed with a loud boom, turning into scattered spiritual energy that dissipated in the air.
The entire square fell into a dead silence.
Everyone stared at the sky, their mouths wide open, unable to make a sound.
A Foundation Establishment handyman had just split a Nascent Soul powerhouse's full-power attack with a single sword strike.
This was something that had never happened in the entire history of the cultivation world.
Blood Wuya's smile froze on his face.
He stared at Chen Fan, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
"What kind of sword intent is this? How can a Foundation Establishment brat have such power?!"
For the first time, a trace of caution appeared in his eyes.
He finally realized that the boy in front of him was not an ordinary ant.
He was a hidden monster with unfathomable strength.
Chen Fan floated in the air, looking down at Blood Wuya calmly.
"I said, you can't kill me."
"You dare to humiliate me!"
Blood Wuya flew into a rage.
The Nascent Soul aura in his body exploded to the extreme, and the blood-colored spiritual energy around him rolled like a tsunami.
He had been humiliated twice in a row by a Foundation Establishment brat.
This was a stain on his reputation that could never be washed away.
"I'll tear you into pieces! I'll make you suffer the most painful death in the world!"
He roared, and a blood-colored long sword appeared in his hand.
This was the Blood Moon Tower's supreme divine weapon, the Blood Moon Sword.
It was a spirit treasure that had killed countless powerhouses, and it carried a boundless killing aura.
The moment the Blood Moon Sword appeared, the entire sky was dyed blood red.
A terrifying killing intent locked onto Chen Fan, leaving him no room to dodge.
This time, Blood Wuya was going to use his full power to kill Chen Fan.
He would not give Chen Fan any chance to fight back.
High on the sacred peak, the Supreme Elder, who had been watching quietly, finally stood up.
A trace of seriousness appeared on his face.
He was ready to make a move.
Even he didn't know if Chen Fan could block this fatal strike from a Nascent Soul powerhouse with a spirit treasure.
In the square, all the disciples held their breath, their hearts in their throats.
Chen Fan looked at the Blood Moon Sword in Blood Wuya's hand, his eyes still calm.
But this time, a faint fighting spirit finally appeared in his eyes.
He had not met a worthy opponent since he came to Azure Cloud Sect.
He slowly raised his hand, and the Chaos Root in his dantian began to spin wildly.
Endless spiritual energy poured into his body, and his cultivation began to rise rapidly.
The mid-Foundation Establishment barrier broke in an instant.
Late Foundation Establishment.
Peak Foundation Establishment.
In the blink of an eye, his cultivation had climbed to the peak of Foundation Establishment, only one step away from Golden Core.
A powerful aura burst out from his body, shaking the entire sky.
Blood Wuya's pupils shrank sharply, and he screamed in shock.
"You've been hiding your cultivation this whole time?!"
Chen Fan didn't answer.
He held out his hand, and the invisible sword intent condensed into a long sword in his palm.
The sword was transparent, but it carried a sword intent that could cut through heaven and earth.
For the first time since he came to Azure Cloud Sect, Chen Fan was ready to draw his sword in front of everyone.
The real battle was about to begin.