“You've broken my Netherworld Ghost Claw. Impressive, you're quite skilled. You will really make for a good servant.”0

Chen Changfeng stared at Chen Fan with a chilling gaze, somehow growing more fond of him.0

The three tigers of the outer sect were his servants. They worked and collected primeval stones for him, but Chen Fan had slain one of those old tigers. He wanted to take Chen Fan in as a servant to make up for Zhao Hu’s position.0

“Infinite Thunderclap!”0

Chen Fan couldn’t be bothered talking with Chen Changfeng anymore and immediately unleashed a sword technique.0

From within the depths of his dantian, primeval qi rose and enveloped his sword, making Killing Wind emit an unprecedented radiance.0

“Chen Fan, if you believed that our previous exchange showcased my full strength, you're gravely mistaken. Did you truly think I am merely at the early stage of the eighth...0