He knew who this person was.
Some time ago, the great battle in the Tenth Land had caused a huge uproar.
It wasn't just Qian Si and Wu Xing who paid attention to the Tenth Land; others would too.
Yin Yang, Sheng Si.
That's right, it was him.
It must be that person.
"Chen Fan."
At the last moment, Luo Sheng recognized him.
But it was too late.
One of the overlords who had severely injured a ninth-tier cultivator, forcing him to flee the Tenth Land in disarray, had emerged from the Ninth Land.
And at that time, this overlord was still only at the seventh tier.
Now... he was eighth tier.
"Heh heh."
Luo Sheng laughed.
But the smile was filled with deep sarcasm.
He was mocking himself.
His gaze shifted to the battlefield behind him, where torrents of demonic energy rolled, engulfing Di Zang's figure.
"Can you survive?" His consciousness finally dissipated.
His Great Dao had completely shattered.
To be an eighth-tier cultivator and die so easily was a joke.
...
"Gather."
Chen Fan would not let Luo Sheng's Great Dao power dissipate entirely.
This was spoils of war.
He extended his palm, gathering the Great Dao power and suppressing it into his light and dark world.
Turning around, he returned to the battlefield.
Rumble.
The battles in both arenas remained fierce.
Wu Sheng fought four opponents, his battle spirit boundless.
But battle spirit did not equate to combat power.
It was tragic.
Extremely tragic.
It seemed he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.
"Tsk tsk."
Chen Fan had no intention of intervening; he chose to spectate.
Yes, it was quite interesting.
In the other arena, the clash between the two was brutal, accompanied by roars.
"I'll smash you to death."
Old Demon Chu's demonic will was overwhelming.
Rolling demonic clouds engulfed Di Zang.
From within the demonic clouds, a colossal golden palm would emerge, tearing through the clouds.
"Chirp."
The splashing golden light tore through the demonic clouds.
A golden Great Buddha rose within the demonic clouds, like the dawn breaking through the heavens and earth, shining in the darkness.
One black, one gold.
Black was demonic, representing the evil side.
Gold was Buddhist, standing on the side of justice.
Rumble.
The golden Buddha and the colossal demon clashed.
Deafening roars echoed through the heavens and earth incessantly.
"Jie jie."
The demon's laughter, a definitive villainous image.
Demonic shadows weaved through the heavens and earth, constantly dissipating in the golden light.
Fearless Buddha light permeated the chaos.
A magnificent and boundless image suppressed the demonic shadows.
"Rise."
Old Demon Chu roared again.
A peerless demon king emerged: "Great Heavenly Demon King, kill."
"Roar."
Old Demon Chu transformed into a demon king and attacked Di Zang.
Rumble.
The two colossal dharma images resumed their life-and-death battle.
The fist-to-flesh collisions gave one a chilling sensation.
The sound was like blacksmithing.
The Buddha's body was indestructible, the demon's body was immortal.
"Hand of the Demon."
"Vajra Subdues Demons."
The earth-shattering battle was accompanied by roars that shook the heavens and earth.
...
Bang.
Wu Sheng's sword sent one person flying.
"Puff."
The seventh-tier Great Emperor who was sent flying crashed a thousand miles away.
Wu Sheng: "???"
What was going on?
He was stunned.
He looked at his own battered body and then at the intact Great Emperor who had been sent flying.
Wu Sheng fell silent.
Bang bang bang.
Wu Sheng unleashed a barrage of sword strikes.
The four infuriating individuals, the four Great Emperors who had been suppressing him earlier, were sent flying by his now powerless sword intent.
Then...
Those four never returned.
Four figures lay prone, floating in the chaos, slowly drifting away.
Carried by the chaotic energy, they drifted further and further away.
Wu Sheng: "..."
Damn it.
He was so amused he couldn't help but laugh. Looking at Chen Fan, he cursed, "What the hell is going on?"
Although he was severely injured, he wasn't foolish.
Those four people, who appeared to have been killed and were drifting away as corpses, were clearly faking it.
Could dead bodies accelerate themselves?
For a moment, Wu Sheng was completely bewildered.
"Haha."
Chen Fan, however, didn't care. He laughed heartily, "Why do you care so much? If they're corpses, let them drift away."
As he spoke, Chen Fan's gaze remained fixed on the four corpses with great interest.
It was quite evident that as soon as his words fell, the four corpses seemed to relax considerably.
Then they slowly drifted away... drifted away... away...
"Alright."
Wu Sheng accepted it.
Upon reflection, it made sense. If they didn't leave, would they wait for death?
The combined might of an eighth-tier cultivator and four seventh-tier cultivators had been easily dispatched by Chen Fan.
At this point, anyone who stayed was an idiot.
Those four were clearly not, so they ran.
Only Di Zang, who wanted to leave but couldn't, remained.
"Scram."
Boom.
The golden Buddha exploded in the chaos.
Di Zang self-destructed his Great Dao.
The Great Heavenly Demon King was sent flying, his body tattered.
"Tsk."
Old Demon Chu cursed, "What the hell are you blowing yourself up for?"
"Whoosh."
Di Zang didn't reply.
His figure flashed, transforming into golden light and fleeing into the distance.
"Where do you think you're going?"
The enraged Old Demon Chu chased after him.
He was having a great time fighting, why should he leave?
No.
Let's fight again.
Boom.
The demonic shadow caught up to Di Zang, and the two resumed their attack.
This scene made Wu Sheng sigh with helplessness: "This guy is still so fond of fighting."
"Mm."
Chen Fan agreed.
Old Demon Chu had always been like this; he was used to it.
As he spoke, he looked at Luo Ran, who was standing in the distance, afraid to approach, and smiled at Wu Sheng, "Senior, why don't you introduce me?"
"Look at me..."
Wu Sheng slapped his head, "I completely forgot. Luo Ran, come here."
When Luo Ran approached, Wu Sheng introduced, "My friend, Chen Fan. Um... others call him the City Lord, you can call him City Lord. Chen Fan... this is my Dao companion, Luo Ran."
"Hello."
Chen Fan extended his hand, looking at Luo Ran, "I'm Chen Fan."
Luo Ran: "..."
With an eighth-tier cultivator present, even though she knew his Dao companion, Luo Ran was still nervous.
It couldn't be helped; the pressure from an eighth-tier cultivator was too immense.
"Hello..."
Finally, she could only brace herself and introduce herself, "I'm Luo Ran, Wu Sheng's Dao companion."
The word "Dao companion" made Luo Ran's face blush.
Is she... shy?
Chen Fan seemed not to notice. He playfully punched Wu Sheng's shoulder: "Not bad, senior, already have a Dao companion."
"I can't compare to you."
Wu Sheng sighed, "Since you're here in the Ninth Land, you must have taken over the Tenth Land?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Luo Ran's heart trembled.
Chen Fan, the City Lord, nodded calmly, "Mm, the ninth-tier Lord of Light fled. I think I came from the Tenth Land and happened to be passing through the Ninth Land. I just wanted to take a look, and unexpectedly encountered an acquaintance of yours. Good luck."
"Alas."
Wu Sheng sighed, "It should be my good luck. If I hadn't met you, we would have been in danger today."
"Oh, right. Since you're here, help me kill the Life King."
The casual words struck Luo Ran like thunder.