Chen Fan paused and turned sharply. 0

Before him stood a withered elder in long black robes. His eyes were deep, his cheekbones protruded, and his gaze was dark.0

“Yes, you, brat from the Featherlight Sect. Hand over everything you have. Otherwise, don’t blame this old man for being ruthless.”0

This withered elder emitted intense, nefarious qi.0

Chen Fan narrowed his eyes slightly. A Void Immortal had set his sights on him. This was trouble.0

“Hmph, you’re still hesitating. It looks like you don’t intend to hand them over. Since that is the case, don’t blame me.”  A vicious glint flashed in the elder’s eyes. He struck in a blur, fingers curled like claws, slashing toward Chen Fan.0

Laws manifested in space. This elder struck...0