The blood-colored sky trembled violently.
Blood Wuya's eyes burned with unbridled rage.
He gripped the Blood Moon Sword tightly, the spirit treasure humming with killing intent.
"You dare to raise your sword to a Nascent Soul? I'll make you regret being born!"
With a furious roar, he swung the sword with all his might.
A blood-colored sword wave hundreds of feet long burst forth, carrying the full power of a Nascent Soul Tyrant.
The air split apart, and the ground beneath the square cracked open like a spiderweb.
The Azure Cloud Sect's protective formation lit up once more, only to shatter into pieces before the sword wave even touched it.
Every disciple and elder paled, their bodies frozen under the pressure.
Even the injured sect leader closed his eyes, despair filling his heart.
No one believed a Foundation Establishment cultivator could block this strike.
But Chen Fan stood still in the air, his expression calm.
He gripped the transparent sword condensed from Chaos Sword Intent in his hand.
The Chaos Root in his dantian spun wildly, pouring endless spiritual energy into the blade.
As the blood-colored sword wave closed in, he swung his sword lightly.
A clear, sharp sword cry rang through the sky.
The thin transparent sword wave cut forward, meeting the blood-colored tide head-on.
Everyone expected the transparent wave to be swallowed in an instant.
But what happened next shocked every single person present.
The unstoppable blood-colored sword wave was split clean in two from the middle.
The transparent sword wave tore through it without slowing down, slamming straight into Blood Wuya.
Boom!
Blood Wuya was sent flying backward, coughing up a mouthful of bright red blood.
The tiger's mouth of his sword hand split open, blood dripping down his wrist.
He stared at Chen Fan, his eyes wide with disbelief and humiliation.
A mid-Foundation Establishment brat had just injured him, a Nascent Soul Tyrant, in a head-on clash.
This was a stain on his hundred-year reputation that could never be washed away.
The entire square fell into a dead silence.
Then, a burst of shocked gasps exploded.
"He did it! He blocked the Tower Lord's attack!"
"Unbelievable! A Foundation Establishment cultivator injured a Nascent Soul!"
"I was wrong… I almost begged the sect to hand him over. He's our savior!"
The disciples who had wavered earlier fell to their knees, their faces full of shame and awe.
Elder Mu trembled with excitement, tears welling up in his eyes.
He'd known Chen Fan was extraordinary, but he'd never imagined he could reach this height.
The crippled Hall Master Xie huddled in the corner, his body shaking uncontrollably.
He finally understood.
He hadn't provoked a handyman.
He'd provoked a monster that could slaughter Nascent Soul powerhouses.
"You little beast!"
Blood Wuya's voice was hoarse with rage, his killing intent soaring to the extreme.
"Since you want to die so badly, I'll let you experience the true terror of a Nascent Soul!"
He spread his arms, and endless blood-colored spiritual energy burst from his body.
"Blood Moon Domain! Open!"
In an instant, a blood-colored barrier spread out, wrapping Chen Fan inside.
The domain was filled with countless sharp blood blades, each carrying the power to tear a Golden Core cultivator apart.
The air inside was thick with corrosive blood poison, enough to melt a cultivator's bones into nothing.
This was Blood Wuya's strongest domain, a killing ground that had claimed the lives of three late-stage Golden Core powerhouses.
"Struggle all you want."
Blood Wuya's cold voice echoed through the domain, a cruel smile on his face.
"In my domain, I am a god. I'll tear you to pieces slowly, and make you beg for death."
The blood blades swarmed toward Chen Fan from all directions, leaving no room to dodge.
But Chen Fan's expression didn't change at all.
His Eternal Supreme Insight activated to the extreme.
In an instant, he saw every single flaw in the Blood Moon Domain.
He saw the hidden array eyes, the flow of spiritual energy, the weak points of every blood blade.
At the same time, his Chaos Root spun wildly.
It began to absorb the blood-colored spiritual energy in the domain greedily, purifying it into pure power for himself.
The blood blades that were supposed to tear him apart slowed down the moment they got close to him.
Their power was being drained by the Chaos Root before they could even touch him.
Blood Wuya's smile froze on his face.
He felt the power of his domain draining rapidly, like water pouring into a bottomless pit.
"What's happening? What are you doing?!"
Before he could react, Chen Fan raised his sword again.
This time, the sword intent was even sharper, even more unstoppable.
He aimed directly at the core array eye of the domain, the weakest point that even Blood Wuya himself didn't know about.
"Break."
Chen Fan spat out a single word softly.
The sword light shot out, piercing through the endless blood blades.
With a crisp shattering sound, the entire Blood Moon Domain split in two.
The blood-colored barrier collapsed into scattered spiritual energy, dissipating into the air.
The violent backlash slammed into Blood Wuya, making him cough up another mouthful of blood.
His face turned pale as paper, and his Nascent Soul inside his body trembled violently.
His domain, which he'd prided himself on for a hundred years, had been broken with a single sword strike.
"You… you monster!"
Blood Wuya stared at Chen Fan, his eyes filled with terror and madness.
He knew he couldn't hold back anymore.
If he didn't use his final trump card, he would die here today.
He let out a furious roar, and a golden light burst from the top of his head.
A palm-sized golden figure flew out, wearing the same blood-red robe as Blood Wuya, with the same cold eyes.
It was his Nascent Soul!
The moment the Nascent Soul appeared, a terrifying pressure ten times stronger than before swept over the entire mountain range.
The Nascent Soul was the core of a Nascent Soul cultivator's power.
With the Nascent Soul out, Blood Wuya's attack power would triple in an instant.
This was the final trump card of a Nascent Soul Tyrant, a move that would either kill the enemy or kill himself.
"Die! Die! Die!"
The Nascent Soul screamed shrilly, raising its hand to condense a blood-colored light ball.
The light ball carried a destructive aura that could wipe out the entire outer sect of Azure Cloud Sect in an instant.
Even the Supreme Elder on the sacred peak stood up abruptly, his expression grave.
He was ready to make a move.
Even he wasn't sure if Chen Fan could block this fatal strike.
Everyone in the square held their breath, their hearts in their throats.
But Chen Fan didn't flinch.
His Eternal Supreme Insight locked onto the golden Nascent Soul in an instant.
He saw the fatal weak point at a glance — the thin thread of soul power connecting the Nascent Soul to Blood Wuya's body.
That was the only flaw in the Nascent Soul's absolute defense.
The Chaos Root in his dantian spun at its limit, pouring every last bit of power into his sword.
His cultivation, which had been at peak Foundation Establishment, climbed even higher, pressing right against the threshold of Golden Core.
For the first time, a sharp fighting spirit burned in his calm eyes.
He swung his sword with all his might.
A sword light that seemed to split the sky itself shot out, faster than lightning.
It ignored the destructive blood-colored light ball, ignored the Nascent Soul's spiritual defense, and pierced straight into the soul thread connecting the Nascent Soul to the body.
Snap!
A crisp, clear sound rang out.
The soul thread was cut clean in two.
The golden Nascent Soul let out a heart-wrenching scream, its light dimming rapidly.
A deep, bone-deep crack split open across its body.
It flew back into Blood Wuya's body in a panic, but the damage was already done.
Blood Wuya's body convulsed violently, blood pouring from his seven orifices.
His Nascent Soul was severely injured, his foundation completely destroyed.
His cultivation plummeted from Nascent Soul Realm, all the way down to early Golden Core Realm.
He fell heavily to his knees on the ground, his eyes hollow, completely broken.
The entire square was dead silent.
No one made a sound.
Everyone stared at Chen Fan, who was floating in the air, his white robe fluttering in the wind.
A Foundation Establishment handyman had just crippled a Nascent Soul Tyrant with a single sword strike.
This was a miracle that had never happened in the entire history of the cultivation world.
Then, the silence broke.
The sect leader was the first to bow deeply to Chen Fan, his voice full of reverence.
"Thank you, Senior Chen, for saving Azure Cloud Sect!"
Elder Mu followed, kneeling on one knee.
"Thank you, Senior Chen!"
All the elders, all the disciples, knelt down in unison.
Their voices merged into a single thunderous roar that echoed across the mountains.
"Thank you, Senior Chen! Senior Chen is invincible!"
From a lowly handyman that everyone mocked, to the savior of the entire sect, revered by everyone.
Chen Fan landed slowly on the ground, his expression calm as ever.
He walked up to the kneeling Blood Wuya, his voice cold.
"You came to kill me. This is your fate."
Blood Wuya suddenly lifted his head, laughing wildly, his eyes full of madness and venom.
"You win… but you and this rotten sect are all dead! I've already sent the message!"
He crushed a blood-red jade token in his palm with all his might.
The moment the token shattered, a blood-colored formation lit up across the entire Azure Cloud Sect.
The sky turned completely black, and a pressure a hundred times more terrifying than Blood Wuya's descended from the clouds.
A blood-colored giant hand that covered half the sky slowly stretched out from the clouds, carrying the destructive power of a Soul Formation Realm powerhouse.
An ancient, cold voice boomed across the entire mountain range, filled with endless killing intent.
"Who dares to hurt my Blood Moon Tower's people? Today, I will wipe your entire sect off the map."
The Supreme Elder's face changed drastically, and he cried out in shock.
"Soul Formation Realm! It's the Blood Moon Tower's ancestor who's been in seclusion for a hundred years!"
The entire sect fell into despair once more.
Soul Formation Realm.
That was a legendary realm that stood at the very top of the cultivation world.
A single thought from a Soul Formation powerhouse could destroy their entire sect with ease.
But Chen Fan looked up at the giant hand descending from the sky, his eyes calm.
Instead of fear, a stronger fighting spirit burned in his eyes.
He tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.
This time, he would face a true Soul Formation Tyrant.