Evidently, in front of absolute benefit, Chen Fan’s status as a Featherlight Sect disciple didn’t scare off Shen Ting's group. The token in Sun Hong’s hands could give them the qualification to compete for the Nine Immortals Bell. They might not win in the end, but what if luck was on their side? So yes, Chen Fan could protect Sun Hong and Li Ling, but only if they handed over the key. “Give you face? Who do you think you are? You really think you’re important enough for that.” “That’s right! Look around. Do you really think your Featherlight Sect status means anything here?” “You really don’t know what death means. It’s not like I haven’t killed a disciple of the ten immortal holy lands before. What the hell.” “This brat doesn’t get it yet. This world runs on strength. The one with the bigger fist makes the rules!” Sneers spread through the group. Let alone the fact that they were currently in the Mystical Gates Immortal Manor’s remains, even if they were outside, few would hesitate to act in front of an overwhelming opportunity. Sun Hong and Li Ling’s hearts tightened fiercely. Shen Ting’s group didn’t just ignore Chen Fan—they outright mocked him. Although Chen Fan was already in the Invincible Legendary realm, Shen Ting’s group also had their own fortuitous encounters. The five of them were also in the Invincible Legendary realm. Even if Chen Fan could handle one or two of them, what about three? Four? All five? They had thought that they could deter Shen Ting’s group with Chen Fan’s status as a disciple of the Featherlight Sect. Now, it was obvious that they had been deluding themselves. Chen Fan’s expression didn’t show the slightest change. As if their mockery meant nothing, he said with a faint smile, “If you won’t give it to me, then I’ll take it myself.” “Hahahaha, take it yourself? How? With just your status as a disciple of the Featherlight Sect?” A man in long black robes laughed in disdain. As he stepped forward, his Invincible Legendary realm aura pressed toward Chen Fan like the raging sea. “You arrogant clown. Let me teach you how to behave. Take it yourself? I’ll slap your face!” Before his voice even faded, he vanished before reappearing in front of Chen Fan, arm outstretched. His open palm whipped toward Chen Fan’s face with a sonic boom. Chen Fan didn’t flinch. He stood there, as if he were scared silly. However, a cold glint flashed deep within his eyes. He raised his arm and easily blocked the black-robed man’s slap. In the same breath, his hand shot forward like lightning. The black-robed man was also a seasoned fighter. He was shocked, but he showed no panic. Still, he couldn't retreat safely in front of Chen Fan with his meager strength. Before he could react to it, Chen Fan grabbed hold of his neck and flung him to the ground. He was slammed into the ground headfirst. Bones cracked. Blood gushed from his seven orifices. His limbs twitched violently, his neck broken. Chen Fan slowly straightened himself, his expression calm. He stepped on the black-robed man’s face and said coldly, “Teach me how to behave? Slap me? You useless thing!” Shen Ting and the others only came back to their senses when Chen Fan’s voice rang out, their faces filled with shock. “Asking you to give me some face was me giving you a way out. But you don’t know what’s good for you. You’re asking for death. Fine, I’ll oblige, you ingrates.” Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥 “Let go of Wang Xiong now!” Although Chen Fan’s move had given them a scare, that was all it amounted to. They were not afraid. From their view, Wang Xiong was caught off guard. Chen Fan just took advantage of the opening. That was all. But Chen Fan replied with action. He pressed down and crushed Wang Xiong’s head. “Damn you, you killed Wang Xiong!” Shen Ting’s group was furious. A man in flowing green robes stepped forward, eyes blazing. He thrust his fist at Chen Fan. This man’s wrath visibly skyrocketed in a flash, moving so fast like he was on fire. The fist force swept over in an instant. The punch tore through the air with terrifying speed. Chen Fan’s vision blurred. The man was already in front of him. Suddenly, he felt an intense, foreign rage flooding his divine sense. It was an overwhelming feeling of anger, like it could reach the skies. The heavens were furious! The Earth was furious! Everything between heaven and earth seemed displeasing to the eye. The anger inside Chen Fan made him want to destroy everything. However, that only lasted for a moment before he quickly came back to his senses. “The fist art is not bad. It actually affects one’s mood. Unfortunately, you’ve picked on the wrong guy!” Chen Fan sneered coldly and counterattacked with a punch. But his punch looked almost mundane—no glow, no spectacle—just a plain, human punch. His fist force instantly broke through the wrath qi enveloping the green-robed man’s fist, scattering it instantly. Violent energy churned like a storm. This punch from Chen Fan was like Mt Tai, heavy and sharp, displaying the strength of his immortal artifact-level physique. His fist met with the green-robed man’s fist in a flash, setting off towering, raging waves like a comet had crashed into a lake. The green-robed man sensed the terror of Chen Fan’s fist almost instantly. His expression changed drastically, wanting to retract his arm, but it was already too late. Chen Fan’s fist was unbreakable and destroyed everything in an instant. The green-robed man’s arm exploded. “Ah-” The green-robed man screamed, but it quickly came to an abrupt stop, as Chen Fan’s fist continued forward with unstoppable momentum. It landed on him, and he exploded into a mist of blood. Chen Fan swept his arm, sweeping away this blood mist and extracting its memories. He learned that the fist art this green-robed man had just executed was actually an immortal art called the Wrath Emperor’s Fist.