"This is absolutely impossible. Every expression and movement of mine has undergone strict training. How could you possibly read information from my expressions!" Lying on the ground, Ye Yunchen's voice was weak, filled with self-doubt and self-negation.
Chen Fan, who had already retraced his steps, now wore a cold sneer.
"You couldn't have, just now. But now, you can," Chen Fan said, standing beside Ye Yunchen and looking down at him once more.
As soon as Chen Fan spoke, Ye Yunchen's expression changed drastically. He asked with confusion,
"What do you mean by that..."
However, before he could even finish his sentence, Ye Yunchen found his own answer. His face contorted with annoyance and pain, and he accused Chen Fan with heartbreak,
"Don't tell me you were lying to me just now?"
"Yes," Chen Fan replied, nodding at Ye Yunchen's accusation. "And through your expressions and reactions, I already have my answer."
Upon hearing that Chen Fan had his answer, Ye Yunchen became even more agitated. He struggled to roll over and tightly clasped Chen Fan's leg.
"What is the answer? Who do you think my master is? Is it that hermit you mentioned?"
Ye Yunchen did not want the information about his master to leak from him.
Because, if it did, he would feel he had failed his master, even in death!
"Whether your master is the hermit," Chen Fan said, kicking Ye Yunchen away, his tone utterly calm. "I don't need to know that anymore."
After being kicked by Chen Fan, Ye Yunchen rolled several times, coughing up several mouthfuls of blood. Weakly and astonished, he asked Chen Fan, "Why... why?"
Facing Ye Yunchen's question, Chen Fan had nothing to hide. He replied in a calm tone,
"Because, no matter who your master is, since he was willing to save you back then, he will naturally save you now."
After saying this, Chen Fan looked down at Ye Yunchen's nearly despairing expression and added,
"Therefore, I don't need to kill you now. Instead, I need you to stay alive."
As soon as Chen Fan spoke, Ye Yunchen's heart sank.
At this point, Ye Yunchen understood Chen Fan's intentions!
It was nothing more than using Ye Yunchen's life to force his master out!
Ye Yunchen, believing he had fully grasped Chen Fan's plan, knew he had to stop him!
Of course, if Ye Yunchen wanted to stop Chen Fan now, the best way would be to commit suicide.
If he killed himself first, then Chen Fan would have no leverage to force his master out!
Ye Yunchen's mind raced, and he quickly found a solution.
But the biggest problem now was that, in his emotional outburst, he had already used up all his strength.
How could a weakened, near-death Ye Yunchen commit suicide now?
He didn't even have the strength to bite his tongue!
Anxious, Ye Yunchen, thinking on his feet, spoke weakly to Chen Fan.
"You... you're just scared!"
That's right!
Ye Yunchen intended to use a provocation to enrage Chen Fan into killing him!
Therefore, he mustered all his remaining strength and yelled at Chen Fan with all his might.
"Chen Tianjiao! You coward! What nonsense are you spouting! Come on! Kill me! Kill me!"
Unfortunately, Ye Yunchen was already extremely weak. His shouts were barely louder than a mosquito's hum.
Chen Fan had to bend down to hear what he was muttering.
Upon hearing Ye Yunchen's words, Chen Fan's face broke into a triumphant smile. He spoke indifferently,
"Your expression control has failed, which proves my guess was right."
"Chen Tianjiao, you scumbag..." Chen Fan was smug. Ye Yunchen, gritting his teeth, used his last ounce of strength, his voice a mere hum, to curse Chen Fan.
Because, at this moment, it was the only thing Ye Yunchen could do!
Chen Fan, with his hands clasped behind his back, looked coldly at the pathetic figure of Ye Yunchen.
Simultaneously, behind Chen Fan, the team of experts from the Heavenly Dao Organization who had arrived later lay dead and scattered.
However, as Chen Fan's attention was entirely focused on the dying Ye Yunchen, one person among the corpses behind him quietly got up!
This person was not dead. He hadn't even fought Chen Fan.
Because, shortly after the battle began, this person realized Chen Fan's terrifying power. Seizing the opportunity when no one was paying attention, he used his ancestral secret technique, the 'Turtle Breathing Art,' and lay down to feign death.
Now, hearing the silence outside, he assumed the battle was over, those who could leave had left, and those who were supposed to die had died.
So, he opened his eyes and stood up.
But as soon as he stood up, he realized something was wrong!
Chen Fan had sensed something amiss and, with a furrowed brow, turned his head, fixing his gaze on this person.
"You..." Chen Fan frowned, not surprised by the sudden appearance of the person who had crawled up.
Before Chen Fan could say anything, the person, raising his hands fearfully, stammered, "If... if I said I was asleep just now, would you believe me?"
"Nonsense," Chen Fan scoffed disdainfully. He pointed at the person, his voice stern,
"Hey! You!"
"Wh-what is it?" Hearing Chen Fan's stern tone, the person pretending to be dead shivered and asked haltingly.
"You are the only one among your group who is still capable of moving. Go immediately and inform the person behind this kid."
Seeing the other person's timid demeanor, Chen Fan softened his tone slightly and said.
Upon hearing Chen Fan's words, the person scratched his hair in exasperation and said, torn,
"Big brother, I truly don't want to refuse this, but I genuinely have no idea what just happened. I was using the Turtle Breathing Art, and in that state, it's not much different from being asleep."
Hearing this, Chen Fan knew this person was extremely timid and afraid of trouble.