Chapter 1253: Dropping Off
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Whoosh!
In a dense forest, Zhuo Fan waited as Li Jingtian and Qiu Yanhai showed up with Chu Qingcheng, “Steward Zhuo!”
“No need for courtesy.”
Zhuo Fan only looked at Chu Qingcheng, understanding her pain, “Qingcheng, that’s how it is. Don’t feel sad, it’s all in the past now.”
Chu Qingcheng felt devastated, hugging him hard, “Zhuo Fan, I have no one. I don’t have parents and now my master is a brutal murderer. I….”
“There, there, aren’t I still here?”
Rubbing her back, Zhuo Fan softly said, “The hag is a pretender, now you know. It’s good that you’re finally leaving her. Just tell me how you want her handled and I’ll help you.”
Chu Qingcheng hesitated.
The Enchanting Empress had taken care of her for a hundred years and was also her master. She couldn’t forsake everything just like that, even with this betrayal.
Zhuo Fan was happy with ruining their relationship. Chu Qingcheng’s attachment to the Enchanting Empress had hindered Zhuo Fan’s plans for so long. But now he was free to act.
Chu Qingcheng wouldn’t like to know he would kill the hag, but she wouldn’t go against it.
Zhuo Fan patted her back, consoling her, “You go with them to the Luo clan, where it is safe so that guy won’t take you.”
Chu Qingcheng nodded. Zhuo Fan was now her only lifeline.
“Take Miss Chu and protect her at all times!”
“Yes!”
The elders bowed and held Chu Qingcheng’s arms before shooting off.
Zhuo Fan grinned.
Minutes later, He Xiaofeng was darting everywhere to look for any clues, “Bastard! He stalled on purpose to confuse me. I won’t fall for it. I will catch you and make mincemeat out of you! I will get Qingcheng back!”
Whoosh~
A figure blocked his path, making him jerk to a stop.
“Sir Saint, where are you going?” Zhuo Fan chuckled with cupped hands.
He Xiaofeng barked, “Rotten filth, get lost. This doesn’t concern you.”
“It’s our greatest honor to serve you, Saint. Tell me what it is, sir, and I may be of help.”
“I’m a Saint, dominating the whole of the Sacred Domain, what could you possibly do to help me? Get lost before I lose my patience. Don’t think for a second that you can show off just because you know my secret that I can’t kill you. Know that I can give you a fate worse than death.”
“Oh, I see, then please enlighten me, ha-ha-ha…” Zhuo Fan snickered, standing there and blocking his path.
He Xiaofeng popped a vein, “Fine, you asked for it, so don’t come crying to me later!”
Hu~
He Xiaofeng unleashed his mighty Saint powers, putting all his pressure on Zhuo Fan. The dreadful aura would’ve put normal Emperors out of commission from the heavy wounds.
Zhuo Fan stood like it was a breeze that fell on him. A vortex of black energy on him dissipated the Saint’s power, fully absorbing it.
“H-how can this be?”
He Xiaofeng gasped in utter shock, “You’re just a bug, yet you can…wait…you’re not in the Qi Condensation Stage? How else can you fly?”
Zhuo Fan snickered, “There’s no way a Qi Condensation cultivator could fly, let alone block half your pressure. They’d be crushed to pieces instead of still talking to you, ha-ha-ha…”
“Y-you were laying low?”
He Xiaofeng gaped, then turned grave, “What cultivation do you have?”
“Around the peak of the Emperor Stage!”
“Humph, I see, not bad but still nowhere close to my level!”
He Xiaofeng relaxed, his pride once again stoked, “You still dare block me? Beat it already!”
He Xiaofeng shot for Zhuo Fan, using all his power, wanting to run him through. A Saint had the power to do that against an Emperor, for sure. Though he wasn’t against any normal Emperor.
He Xiaofeng clashed with something that felt like a wall, stopping him in his tracks.
He looked up with shock to find a hand grabbing him.
[How is this possible?]
He Xiaofeng was overwhelmed.
[An Emperor stopped me with one hand?]
Bam!
Zhuo Fan’s Qilin arm flicked him a thousand meters away, making him tumble around. When he recovered he was grave.
“W-what the hell are you?”
“Luo clan’s steward, Zhuo Fan!” Zhuo Fan smirked, his calmness making even his surroundings tranquil.
He Xiaofeng was scared. To have such an easy time stopping him meant he had incredible power.
[I really underestimated him.]
He Xiaofeng frowned and clenched his fists.
Sacred Body!
He Xiaofeng shook and exploded in a white light, forming a huge image around him that had eight divine swords on its back. He Xiaofeng held his head high with pride inside the huge figure.
The giant hands took two flickering swords from its back, each hundreds of meters long that unleashed biting winds as they were drawn.
The Enchanting Empress had just looked over her unconscious disciples when she froze before shooting off.
[The Saint unleashed his Sacred Body. He must’ve met with a great expert…]
Whoosh~
The slash cut the sky as it pointed at Zhuo Fan, “You then know our differences, being a peak Emperor. Your Imperial Mark is nothing before my Sacred Body. Bring Chu Qingcheng back right now, for I have plenty of ways to silence the Luo clan and the Demonic Emperor.”
“Oh, really?”
Zhuo Fan mocked him, lifting the Qilin arm with a burning look in his eyes, “I’m sorry, while there’s no bad blood between us, you are after Qingcheng. The sooner you’re out of the picture, the better. You don’t know but in Nether Sea, I planned on dealing with you, though I never got the chance. Now, ha-ha, you came asking for it.”
He Xiaofeng laughed, “Handle me? You got some nerve. Show me then, how will you handle a Saint!”
Boom!
He Xiaofeng slashed his two swords at Zhuo Fan with the power to rend the world. The world shifted and the sun dimmed, for the end of days was night.
Zhuo Fan was unphased, showing no reaction.
As the blades reached him, his eyes shone and punched.
Qilin Tyrant Fist!
Rumble~
A punch to destroy the world!
He Xiaofeng’s sword clashed with Zhuo Fan’s punch, and in a flash of red, they broke. The space cracked as black scars appear around them from the indomitable fist. As the unstoppable power reached He Xiaofeng, the mighty fist ran him through.
The Sacred Body had a five hundred meter hole in it. The huge body tottered before fading to nothing.
He Xiaofeng coughed three mouthfuls of blood as he fell to the ground…