Chen Fan remained silent for a few seconds when faced with the Prophet's inquiry.
Then, after assessing the current situation in his mind, he replied to the Prophet, "About three to four days from now."
Before the Prophet could say anything else, Chen Fan spoke first, preemptively asking the Prophet, "Where are you now?"
In response to Chen Fan's question, the Prophet said, "My King, you'll have to wait for me for a moment. I'll go to the captain's cabin to inquire."
The Prophet was a cautious and steady person. Since boarding Princess Meihui's ship, he had essentially never left the captain's cabin.
This was because he had to ensure that Princess Meihui's ship was indeed sailing towards the Great Xia Kingdom!
He was only outside the captain's cabin now because he was taking Chen Fan's call and it was inconvenient to be overheard by outsiders, which was why he had briefly left the captain's cabin.
In less than a minute, the Prophet had checked the radar and understood their current coordinates.
Then, he walked out of the captain's cabin, holding his phone, and replied to Chen Fan, "My King, my previous estimate was incorrect. Based on our current coordinates, Princess Meihui's ship will be able to dock at the port of the Great Xia Kingdom in about an hour."
"Very good." Chen Fan didn't say much after hearing the Prophet's words.
He simply said "Very good" and then hung up the phone.
Immediately, Chen Fan put the challenge letter into his pocket and paced back and forth around the pavilion.
Approximately an hour later.
Chen Fan took his phone out of his pocket again and called the Prophet.
"Where are you now?"
In response to Chen Fan's question, the Prophet on the other end of the line replied breathlessly, "My King, we are already at the port."
"What happened? Why do you sound so tired?" Chen Fan asked the Prophet with a frown and a hint of vigilance.
In response to Chen Fan's question, the Prophet, panting, said, "My King, the people from the pharmaceutical company who came were a few young girls with no strength. Princess Meihui and her subordinates are too conspicuous to appear publicly."
"Therefore, I had to carry Miss Xiang and the others off the ship myself. I must say, not eating or drinking well these past few days, I am indeed tired now."
Upon hearing the Prophet's words, Chen Fan's tense emotions of the past few days instantly relaxed.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with the Prophet, he hung up the phone again.
At this moment, Chen Fan had let go of his biggest worry.
A look of relief washed over his face.
Then, he took out the challenge letter from his pocket.
"Since no one has come to claim the sword, there is no point for me to stay here anymore," Chen Fan said coldly, looking at the address on the challenge letter.
"This Qingshui Temple will soon become your graveyard!"
Immediately, Chen Fan's gaze drifted towards the brightly lit city of Dongying.
A cold smile curved his lips.
He murmured to himself, "Since we're going to fight, why not catch you completely off guard!"
As dawn approached, Chen Fan's figure appeared before a villa in the suburbs of Dongying city.
At this moment, the entrance to the villa was deserted.
Originally, there were two guards here.
However, before Chen Fan revealed himself, he had already taken action from afar and dealt with them.
At this moment, Chen Fan pushed open the villa gate and strode inside.
This vast villa had people residing only in one bedroom on the second floor.
Soon, Chen Fan pushed open the door to that bedroom.
Creak—
The sound of the door opening startled the person resting in bed.
It was a young man with a handsome appearance.
At this moment, he was wearing luxurious pajamas and was awakened by the sound of the door opening.
He quickly rolled out of bed, turned on the lights in the room, and eyed Chen Fan, who was carrying a large backpack, with a cold gaze, asking,
"Who are you? What is your purpose in coming here in the middle of the night?"
Upon hearing this person's question, Chen Fan merely smiled coldly and placed his hand on the samurai sword at his waist.
Then, he said to the man,
"Katori Ryoma, you didn't come to claim the sword, so I had to come find you myself."
That's right, the person standing before Chen Fan at this moment was Katori Ryoma, one of the five Martial Gods of the Sakura Country!
At this moment, Katori Ryoma was not only surprised by Chen Fan's sudden intrusion into his room.
He was even more terrified by what Chen Fan had just said!
"Claim the sword? You… you are!"
Upon hearing Chen Fan's words, Katori Ryoma's face instantly turned ashen.
He involuntarily took several steps back, trying to maintain a safe distance from Chen Fan!
Seeing Katori Ryoma's timid demeanor, Chen Fan said in a calm tone, "There's no need for you to be so surprised. I'll give you a chance to live—as long as you can defeat me!"
As soon as Chen Fan uttered these words, Katori Ryoma felt deeply humiliated!
After all, he was a dignified Martial God!
When had he ever been so looked down upon?
Driven by his pride and the anger of not wanting to be insulted, Katori Ryoma immediately cursed!
"Baka yarou! You're going too far! You're seeking death!"
Then, he furiously drew the samurai sword hanging on the wall behind him!
Drawing his sword!
He pointed the gleaming blade at Chen Fan and angrily said, "Stop your glib talk! Come! I, Katori Ryoma, now formally challenge you to a duel!"
"Alright, I accept your challenge." Chen Fan sneered upon hearing Katori Ryoma's words.
Then—
Clang!
The Ama-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi was unsheathed!
Immediately, before Katori Ryoma could even react, the sharp samurai sword in his hand was instantly cut into several pieces by the Ama-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi in Chen Fan's hand!
Then, the blade of the Ama-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi began to fall upon Katori Ryoma!
One slash!
One slash!
Another slash…
…
How Chen Fan had dealt with the black monster, he was now dealing with Katori Ryoma in the same manner!
When Katori Ryoma first started getting cut, he could still cry out a few times.
However, as the shallow and numerous cuts on his body increased.
Katori Ryoma had become numb.
A few minutes later, when Chen Fan stopped.
At this moment, the dignified Martial God of the Sakura Country, Katori Ryoma, had been completely dismembered and transformed into a bloody mess.