“Go to hell!” Zhao Tianjue roared and unleashed his strongest punch, hoping to kill Chen Fan with that one attack. 0

The brief pause he had taken allowed Chen Fan to get close to the River of Rage. He felt so frustrated that he wanted to vomit blood.  0

Zhao Tianjue even ignited a bit of his golden core, wasting three years’ worth of bitter cultivation, to increase his speed further; almost instantaneously, he was behind Chen Fan, just a thousand steps away. 0

Zhao Tianjue now hated Chen Fan to the bone.0

An Illusory Core realm expert like him had been chasing Chen Fan like a dog. Yet, he hadn’t succeeded. Wouldn’t the entire imperial city laugh at him now? 0

Even after igniting a bit of his golden core, he had failed to kill Chen...0