79: Chapter 80 Showdown

However, no sooner had the words left his lips than a dazzling display appeared before his eyes; hundreds of Talismans descended like scattered flowers.

The old man frowned slightly, his expression one of astonishment, unable to react for a long moment.

The moment his defensive Magical Artifact was activated, a series of explosions rang out.

The massive shockwave caused the protective shield to emit a continuous "crackle" sound as fine cracks spread across it.

"Brat, how dare you ambush me?"

The old man was somewhat ashamed and angry. This defensive Magical Artifact was not cheap, and the cracks on it made his heart ache.

Just as he was feeling this heartache, with a "bang," the protective shield shattered completely.

Immediately following that was a massive thunderbolt, which struck his Physical Body with a "crack."

"Ah!"

"Pfft!"

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, the old man let out a muffled groan, his eyes wide and stunned.

"How do you possess a Spiritual Artifact?"

"Hmph, it was naturally prepared for you. Weren't you wanting to probe Chen Fan's secrets?"

Chen Fan gritted his teeth, circulated his magical power throughout his body, and continued to control it with all his might.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Multiple bolts of lightning flashed continuously, striking the old man's Physical Body repeatedly.

"You..."

The old man spat out another mouthful of blood, becoming even more ashamed and angry.

Chen Fan's facial muscles twitched slightly; he dared not relax at all. Upon discovering that the Spiritual Artifact's power had greatly diminished, he cast spells with all his strength, manipulating five Flying Swords to attack rapidly.

"Brat, this old man will not let you manipulate me at will."

Having said that, he immediately consumed a Medicinal Pill.

His aura surged, and a red light radiated from his body.

His Realm suddenly increased, slowly reaching the fourth level of Foundation Establishment.

"Hahaha, hahaha."

Strange laughter echoed all around, filled with boundless killing intent. His eyes were bloodshot, blood flowed from his body, yet he felt no pain.

Seeing this, Chen Fan was secretly shocked, knowing the opponent had used some kind of Demonic Path secret technique.

After forcibly raising his Realm, the old man unleashed three Flying Swords glowing with red light.

"Brat, today I will definitely slice you into a thousand pieces to resolve the hatred in my heart."

Thick magical power was injected into the Flying Swords, and the sound of sword humming rose loudly.

The next moment, a massive sword pressure arrived in an instant.

"Bang!"

After a flash of lightning and flint, Chen Fan retreated repeatedly, his arms trembling slightly, his brow furrowed heavily.

"This person is expending a large amount of vitality to use a Demonic Path technique; surely he cannot hold on for long."

Chen Fan understood that as long as he could hold on, he would certainly wait until the old man exhausted his strength and died.

However, as the opponent attacked again and the defensive shield before him shattered, the idea of a war of attrition quickly vanished.

"Cannot fight head-on; retreat first."

Chen Fan's figure flickered as he flew toward the more remote mountains.

"Brat, you cannot run today. Once I subdue you, besides slicing you into a thousand pieces, I will also perform soul searching on you. Just wait to die in a moment!"

The old man's face twitched as he unleashed a Flying Sword to follow closely behind.

However, just as he was catching up, a strange thing happened.

A monstrous red light flashed, seemingly containing a massive Flying Sword, attacking him at an incredible speed.

"What is this?"

The old man felt uneasy. Having cultivated Demonic Path techniques, he vaguely discovered that this Flying Sword possessed monstrous blood energy, causing the blood energy within his own body to churn incessantly.

"I have never seen this object before. Could it be a Magic Treasure? No, this brat is only in the Foundation Establishment Realm; this object should be..."

While he was pondering this, the speed of the blood-colored Flying Sword suddenly increased.

With a "bang," the old man's protective shield shattered all around.

"Ah!"

Following a scream, the blood-colored Flying Sword forcibly pierced through his Physical Body.

The old man's face twitched even more, his eyes widened, his expression one of disbelief.

At this moment, he suddenly realized, murmuring: "This object should be a rare treasure. What a pity."

Having said that, his head tilted to the side, and he soon lost all breath, his face filled with unwillingness and regret.

The next moment, the blood energy from his whole body was absorbed completely, and he quickly became a dried corpse.

At this time, Chen Fan's complexion was pale, and his gait was somewhat unsteady.

Every time he used the rare treasure, his magical power would be greatly exhausted. With a stretch of his hand, he took the opponent's Storage Pouch into his pocket, then cast a fireball to destroy the body and erase any traces.

After consuming a Medicinal Pill, he headed toward the more distant dense forest.

After finding a hidden cave, he formed seals with both hands and began to refine continuously.

...

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.

At this time, as Chen Fan's magical power gradually recovered, his complexion was no longer pale; instead, his eyes became spirited.

During this time, when searching the old man's Storage Pouch, he found several high-quality blood pills and refined them without hesitation.

To his surprise, he vaguely touched that layer of shackles; given time, he would certainly smoothly make a Breakthrough to the third level of Foundation Establishment.

In the Storage Pouch, besides a few decent Magical Artifacts, there was also a set of impressive concealment Restrictions, which he set up at the cave entrance, and no one discovered it at all.

Chen Fan let out a long sigh of relief, his face full of contentment.

Just as he was pleasantly surprised, his expression changed slightly; he discovered that there seemed to be Cultivators approaching not far away.

Chen Fan swept his Divine Sense slightly and saw a pale-faced female Cultivator stumbling toward the cave's location.

She was tall with a well-proportioned figure, and her white outer garment was covered in bright red bloodstains, her aura already in disarray.

Even so, Chen Fan saw at a glance that she was a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, with a cultivation level of at least the fifth level of Foundation Establishment.

"Hahaha."

A thick voice slowly drifted over: "Cousin, now that you have been poisoned by the bewitching toxin, give up the thought of going to the Superior Sect!"

The speaker was a Thin Tall Cultivator, holding his fingers in an orchid gesture, his face full of triumph.

"You beast, you and I are both of the Zhao family, how dare you do such a beastly thing."

The white-clad female Cultivator's face turned pale, and a surge of anger arose spontaneously.

"So what? Your Physique is special, and you have maintained your virginity all these years. Would it not be a pity to miss such a tonic? Those who Cultivate the Dao should be heartless to their own kin."

Saying this, the Thin Tall Cultivator gathered his Qi and quickly blocked her path.

He cast a stream of magical power, and the white-clad female Cultivator, poisoned by the bewitching toxin, fell directly to the ground.

"Hahaha, Cousin, you really have a good figure. Who would have thought that the usually cold-as-ice, high-and-mighty ice beauty would now become my Cauldron."

"You, don't come over."

A look of horror appeared on the white-clad female Cultivator's beautiful face. She wanted to self-harm, but that magical power was extremely overbearing, leaving her unable to move at all.

"Rrrrip~"

The sound of tearing clothes soon rang out.

The Thin Tall Cultivator's eyes widened, watching the beautiful scenery, his mouth dry.

"Cousin, from now on, we will truly be a family..."

The Thin Tall Cultivator was somewhat impatient and hurriedly began to undress.

But just at this moment, he suddenly heard a rustling sound. His expression changed drastically; he had to know that this place had already been searched, and no Cultivators had been found here.

"Who is here?" the Thin Tall Cultivator shouted in a low voice.

However, no sooner had he finished saying this than he felt a splitting headache.