The woman’s face twitched slightly at Chen Fan’s words. Using the flames here to temper his physique? What kind of bad joke was this?! However, she had no choice but to believe that he was different from the flame monsters despite being engulfed in the same flames. All of this was real. She wasn’t dreaming. Thinking of this, this woman couldn’t help but feel a chill in her heart. How much willpower and endurance did it take to withstand such agony? Yet, judging from Chen Fan’s occasionally visible face, he didn’t seem to be in much pain. A dark thought crept into her mind: Was Chen Fan... flawed somehow, unable to feel pain like normal people? Suddenly, a shout rang out. A handsome man flew over and, without assessing the situation, launched a palm strike at Chen Fan. “Don’t worry, Junior Sister Xiu E, I’ll help you!” The woman’s face changed. She opened her mouth to stop him, but it was already too late. “Don’t, Senior Brother Lin, he’s not—” The terrifying palm strike flew toward Chen Fan like a vicious dragon or a ferocious beast, carrying the might of an Invincible Legend. Chen Fan’s expression changed slightly. He hurriedly pulled back and also countered with a palm strike. The two attacks collided mid-air and exploded. He deftly dispersed the shockwave and landed gently. “He’s not a flaming monster.” The woman completed her sentence. She quickly stopped the man who was approaching and explained, “Stop, Senior Brother Lin, you’ve misunderstood. He’s not a flaming monster. He’s only making use of the blazing flames to temper and strengthen his physique.” “Oh?” The man raised his sharp eyebrows. Chen Fan cupped his fists and said with a bitter smile, “You have indeed misunderstood me. I am not a flaming monster. I’m only borrowing the flame’s power, and happened to pass by.” “Hoh, you really aren’t.” Senior Brother Lin carefully sized up Chen Fan. A hint of surprise appeared in his eyes, shocked that he dared to do something so insane, let alone succeed. Chen Fan didn’t blame them either. After all, anyone would think that he was a flaming monster if they saw his current appearance. Fortunately, these sibling disciples were not Void Immortals; otherwise, he would’ve been in trouble. He thought about it and decided to think of a way to prevent such things from happening again. What if I run into more people like them? If some blind Void Immortal strikes me down, I’ll be lucky to survive with half my life intact. Determined to avoid that outcome, Chen Fan came up with a solution. What followed left onlookers dumbfounded. “Attention! Attention! I’m not a flaming monster! I’m only using the blazing flames here to temper my flesh and strengthen my physique. Don’t attack me, I bring no harm!” Chen Fan warned out loud as he went on his way. His voice, strengthened with true primeval, was amplified greatly to the point of deafening. “Oh damn! Where did this weirdo come from? Showing off or something?” “Badass! I, Wang Daniu, thought I was impressive, but compared to him, I’m nothing. This guy’s savage!” “A living flaming monster?! Am I hallucinating?” Wherever he went, heads turned, eyes widened, and jaws dropped. People stared as if they’d seen a ghost, murmuring in disbelief. Chen Fan glared fiercely at a man and corrected him, “Don’t talk nonsense. I’m not a flaming monster. Which of your eyes saw me looking like a flaming monster!” The man who had said Chen Fan was a living flaming monster rolled his eyes and retorted rudely, “With both my eyes!” “Oh, I thought you had four eyes.” And just like that, bizarre scenes continued to unfold. While everyone else was struggling to survive against flaming monsters, a so-called flaming monster casually walked through, loudly declaring that he wasn’t one. “This guy, I can’t help but admire him. The blazing flames here are extraordinary. Normal people can’t withstand the flames. I also thought of using the flames to temper my flesh, but as soon as I came into contact with it, I felt like my soul was on fire. If I had lost control, I’d have ended up as an empty shell, just another flaming monster.” “I know, right? This guy is really a freak!” “Have you guys noticed? Those flaming monsters ignore him. Weird, right?” “Maybe... the flames somehow block their perception?” Although many people were shocked at Chen Fan’s boldness, quite a few also noticed a crucial problem: the flaming monsters never attacked Chen Fan, as if they couldn’t see him. Suddenly, hope lit up in the faces of many who had been struggling. They were proud cultivators; if Chen Fan could do it, why couldn’t they? Thus, they also drew the flames onto themselves; immediately, miserable screams filled the space. Some wailed in pain, barely clinging on. Others overestimated themselves, their souls incinerated on the spot, reduced to lifeless husks. For the remaining journey, no one else dared to mistake him for a threat. He couldn't help but feel rather pleased. Smart move, if I say so myself. Just as he walked past a hill, a heavenly monument descended from the sky and pressed down toward him ruthlessly. The air exploded from the crushing pressure, letting out crackling noises. Follow current novᴇls on novel★fire.net When Chen Fan saw the heavenly monument attacking him, a face immediately flashed in his mind. The attacker was Murong Ting, the Apex Mystic Sect disciple who had attacked him a few days ago. “Shatter!” Chen Fan roared. Sword intent gathered in his palm and formed a sword of light. Laws and blazing flames entwined on this sword of light and slashed toward the heavenly monument pressing toward him. The air was instantly torn apart, producing a sharp, ear-piercing noise. In the next second, this flaming sword of light fell on the heavenly monument. The two different types of terrifying forces exploded, setting off a rolling heat wave. “Brat, we meet again. You are really unlucky!” Murong Ting walked out from the other side of the hill and looked at Chen Fan with a vague smile, like a hunter watching prey walk into a trap. Chen Fan shrugged and said, “It’s indeed unlucky to run into a jinx like you here.” “You sharp-tongued brat!” The smile on Murong Ting’s face froze. Though they stood in a sea of flames, the air turned frigid, like midwinter. “You only survived last time because of the chaos. You won’t be that lucky again. I’m sure you know that the heads of Featherlight Sect disciples like you are quite valuable in our Apex Mystic Sect. Take low-class disciples, for example. A head is worth five hundred immortal stones and five hundred contribution points. So, please lend me your head!” Murong Ting looked incomparably handsome, but the words he was saying were chilling.