“Hmm?” The gazes of many demonic cultivators flickered. A chilling light flashed across their eyes. What is he trying to do?0

Chen Fan lifted his feet and walked up.0

“Insolence!” shouted the black-robed youth thunderously. He released a terrifying pressure, blocking Chen Fan’s path like a great demon.0

Several demonic cultivators stood in Chen Fan’s way, looking at him coldly like he had crossed some unspoken line.0

“Any martial cultivator from the Tianwu Continent who dares to walk down this path will be killed without mercy!” said the black-robed youth icily, overflowing with killing intent.0

Chen Fan’s eyes flickered.0

They weren’t this tense before. Why now, when he was heading toward that decrepit demon...0