The intense killing intent surged like boiling waves.
"Looking for us?" Old Demon Chu exclaimed in surprise.
Immediately, his surprise turned into excitement. "Perfect timing, I'll go meet them."
"Wait a moment."
Chen Fan frowned. "The enemies are a bit too many."
"Hmm?"
"Six Eighth-rank experts."
Old Demon Chu: "..."
Cough, cough.
"That..."
Old Demon Chu's face turned green. "How about we avoid them for now?"
Six Eighth-rank experts.
He might be battle-hungry, but he wasn't foolish.
Let alone six Eighth-rank Emperors, even six Seventh-rank would be troublesome for him.
Six Eighth-rank experts could easily kill him.
Chen Fan continued, "A very strong life aura, mixed with the chaotic Great Dao of Death."
As he spoke, he glanced at Luo Ran.
At this moment, Luo Ran's brow was also furrowed.
She said solemnly, "Under the Fate King, there are eight Eighth-rank Emperors. Besides Ksitigarbha and Rakshasa, there are the Six Truth Emperors."
"The Six Truth Emperors?"
Luo Ran nodded. "The Six Truth Emperors are loyal to the Fate King. It is said they have followed him since the Fate King was weak."
"After the Fate King ascended to the Eighth-rank, these Six Truth Emperors also rose with the wind."
"Six Truth refers to the meaning of the Six-Syllable Mantra, namely Emperor Wrath, Emperor Sorrow, Emperor Grief, Emperor Love, Emperor Joy, and Emperor Shock... Among them, Emperor Wrath is the strongest, and Emperor Joy is the weakest."
"There are rumors that if the Six Truth Emperors join forces, even the Fate King would have to retreat temporarily."
After Luo Ran's explanation, Chen Fan understood the power of these six Emperors.
Although these six individuals were not related by blood, their cultivated Great Daos were of the same origin.
"Chen Fan."
Wusheng stepped forward and said, "Let's avoid them for now."
He had also heard of the Six Truth Emperors.
Strong.
Very strong.
Although he had absolute confidence in Chen Fan, he wouldn't seek death by walking into a trap.
"Retreat?"
Chen Fan pondered seriously.
If they didn't consider Luo Ran and Wusheng, with his and Old Demon Chu's cultivation, coupled with the spatial boots, they could escape if they couldn't win.
But if they had to protect Wusheng and Luo Ran, it would be difficult.
As for retreating, Chen Fan hadn't considered it.
He believed that Emperor Thousand Silks already knew of his arrival and his purpose.
Everything he was doing now was a bargaining chip for the final negotiation.
If he retreated now, the chips in his hand would be significantly weaker.
Therefore... he couldn't retreat.
"Wusheng."
Chen Fan's hand flashed with silver light, and the spatial boots appeared in his hand.
"I'll lend you this divine weapon for now."
He handed the spatial boots to Wusheng and said, "You cannot participate in this battle; leave it to Old Demon Chu and me."
"Your only objective is to not be captured by the enemy and not cause any interference for us."
"These are the spatial boots."
Chen Fan continued, "My divine weapon can traverse space. You can use it for a short period."
"Remember, if you face a fatal crisis, use the spatial boots to escape. Don't worry about me and Old Demon Chu; they can't kill us."
"Alright."
Wusheng was never a person who stood on ceremony.
He trusted Chen Fan.
Since Chen Fan said it was fine, it would definitely be fine.
Hum.
The spatial boots flickered and appeared on Wusheng's feet.
As divine weapons, spatial boots didn't require the same hassle to put on and take off as ordinary items.
One only needed to blend their Great Dao.
"Hmm."
Having handed over the spatial boots to the two, Chen Fan felt at ease.
He instructed again, "Remember, if things go south, or if they attack you, run immediately. I'll find you afterward by tracking the aura of the spatial boots."
"Understood."
Chis.
Silver light flashed, and Wusheng, with Luo Ran, disappeared from their original spot.
With just one flicker, their bodies appeared thousands of miles away. Faintly, it seemed as if a non-existent spatial layer enveloped them.
"This is..."
Luo Ran was shocked and looked at the space in horror. "What level of weapon is this? Could it be Ninth-rank?"
"..." Wusheng did not answer.
Seeing this, Luo Ran asked again, "Isn't Lord Chen afraid we'll take his things and run away?"
"Ran'er."
Wusheng sighed helplessly, glancing at his Dao companion.
His Dao companion was good in every way, except for being a bit too overthinking.
Wusheng could understand; after all, Luo Ran's previous living environment was different.
After a moment's thought, he said, "You are free now; don't overthink things. People's hearts are complicated, but you don't need to worry about that from me. Whether it's me, the City Lord, or Old Demon Chu, we treat each other with sincerity."
"...Oh." Luo Ran's voice was a little quiet.
She wasn't stupid.
Fools wouldn't live this long; they would have died long ago.
She understood the hint of blame in her Dao companion's tone.
"Sorry."
"It's alright."
Wusheng felt a pang of heartache at his Dao companion's demeanor.
But he had to do this, he had to change her way of thinking.
Constantly maintaining a guarded mindset was a path to ruin.
"Let's watch."
Wusheng changed the subject. "The upcoming battle might surprise you. Watch carefully; it will be beneficial for you."
"Mm."
...
Boom.
Rolling energy swept forth.
The aura of the Eighth-rank was unleashed without reservation, pressing down like dark clouds.
"Heh."
Sensing the surging, powerful fluctuations, Old Demon Chu's lips curled up. "They're here."
Chen Fan remained silent, standing still in the chaos.
Rumble.
The rolling chaotic power descended.
It stopped a thousand miles away from the two. Six figures emerged from the dark clouds.
Instantly, an unparalleled energy fluctuation surged over.
The person in the lead had a dark expression, exuding anger at first glance.
It was the kind of feeling one would get if someone jumped into a well while holding their child.
Emperor Wrath.
There was no doubt that this was Emperor Wrath, the strongest among the six.
"City Lord Chen."
His anger made his speech fiery. "You were living well in the Tenth Realm, why did you come to my Thousand Silks Realm?"
He started with a question.
"Heh."
Chen Fan chuckled. "Isn't that a bit of an overreach? Where I go is my freedom; it has nothing to do with you, does it?"
Coming at him with such intense anger, who did he think he was?
"Hmph."
Emperor Wrath's angry expression intensified. "This is not the Tenth Realm; this is the Thousand Silks Realm. Put away your arrogance."
Chen Fan: "???"
"Am I arrogant?" He looked at Old Demon Chu.
"...A little bit." Old Demon Chu looked embarrassed.
Chen Fan: "???"
Forget it.
He couldn't be bothered to argue with Old Demon Chu.
After a moment's thought, he looked at Emperor Wrath and said with a smile, "Speak plainly, what are you here for?"
"Heh heh."
Emperor Wrath sneered. "To kill you."
Chen Fan smiled. "See, isn't this much better? Why find so many excuses and waste time? Just state your purpose directly, and it's done."
"Hmph."
Emperor Wrath became even angrier.
Chen Fan was speechless, wondering where all this anger came from.
"Come."
Chen Fan beckoned with his finger. "Since I also intend to go to the Fate Realm and kill the Fate King, and there will be a battle sooner or later, you've come to my doorstep. Might as well kill you first, so I don't have to kill you again when I go to the Fate Realm."