Song Renli's pupils suddenly contracted: "I..."

The clan chief turned his face away in anguish: "Die!"

She turned and left, and Song Renli coughed up another mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with regret, helplessness, and pain...

Song Renli reached out and touched the clan leader's back, as if he could grasp something that way.

But the clan chief left resolutely, without the slightest hesitation, and did not turn back even when he heard the commotion.

Song Renli's hand made a grasping motion in the air, but grasped nothing. It fell limply to the side, and he spat out another mouthful of blood before finally becoming completely still.

The moment he breathed his last, his body turned to ashes like burning embers, which scattered in pieces with the slightest breeze, leaving only a skeleton in the end.

Chi Fei stared wide-eyed in surprise: "What...what's going on?"

A living person was reduced to a skeleton in an instant.

This is truly unheard of.

Zhang Fan explained, "He was already dead, but he used a secret technique to keep himself alive."

The clan chief said quietly, "He died fifty years ago."

Fifty years ago again, Chi Fei really wanted to ask what had happened, but now the more important thing was to deal with the leader of the Tianlong Sect.

Zhang Fan was observing the sect leader but did not approach him.

The man in black robes laughed loudly: "Boy, are you afraid of me because you're so far away from me?"

Zhang Fan's voice was icy, and he raised an eyebrow: "Trying to scheme against me?"

The man in black robes was taken aback for a moment, then said provocatively, "I didn't expect you to be such a coward. Even after I've exhausted all my power, you still don't dare to come closer."

Zhang Fan crossed his arms: "You've already broken the seal."

A hint of surprise flashed in the black-robed man's eyes; Zhang Fan actually knew everything.

While the clan leader was kicking Song Renli, he was trying to break through the restrictions Zhang Fan had placed on his body. He succeeded, but his power had only recovered to 50%. He didn't have much of a chance of winning if he fought Zhang Fan head-on. If he launched a sneak attack, he might be able to seriously injure Zhang Fan.

He thought he had disguised himself very well, but unexpectedly Zhang Fan saw through his disguise.

Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Enough with the nonsense, let's get started."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan threw a punch, his T-shirt fluttering in the wind, his eyes gleaming with an air of dominance.

The man in black robes was taken aback; the fighting was so simple and brutal.

He threw a punch, and the two fists collided in mid-air. Waves of energy emanated from the point where the fists met, distorting the surrounding air.

The impact was so great that both of them were thrown backward. Zhang Fan landed steadily on the ground as if he were taking a stroll, while the man in black robes staggered back two steps before he could regain his footing.

He stared in shock at his fist, where a sharp pain shot through him. With a "crack!" sound, his fist split open.

How could this be? How could this be?

The man in the black robe had disbelief in his eyes.

Zhang Fan smiled coldly, lightly tapped his toes, and slapped the man in black across the face. The man's face was distorted by the slap, and just as he was about to start cursing, Zhang Fan slapped him again.

Slaps rained down, leaving the man in black robes dazed and disoriented.

After finally finishing slapping him, the man in black robes reached up and touched his face. His cheeks were swollen and red, burning from the heat.

His eyes burned with fury. It was the first time he had ever seen cultivators fight, and to just slap someone was an immense humiliation.

Zhang Fan looked at the black-robed man's face with a confused expression: "Did you glue the mask on your face? How come it hasn't fallen off yet?"

The man in black robes then realized that Zhang Fan had seen through his disguise all along.

Enraged, he roared, "I used a face-changing talisman, not a mask!"

Zhang Fan's eyes lit up: "There are talismans like this? Let me see them."

Jigan taught him many talismans, but there were still many talismans he had never seen before.

He is now very interested in talismans. If he can learn them, he will be able to change his appearance anytime, anywhere.

There was something Zhang Fan couldn't understand: his divination ability hadn't returned, as if he had never had it at all.

"Sect Master!"

"Is that the sect leader?"

Several people arrived at the teleportation array, their voices trembling slightly, unable to believe what they were seeing.

The sect leader was being grabbed by the neck by Zhang Fan, like he was pinching a chick. The wide brim of his black robe was pulled back, revealing most of the sect leader's face, which was red and swollen, as if he had been slapped.

They rubbed their eyes simultaneously, realizing that what they were seeing was not an illusion.

According to their original plan, once the time came, they would rush into Miao Valley and kill everyone in Miao Valley, including Zhang Fan, sparing not even a dog.

But no one expected it to turn out like this.

The sect leader has been taken hostage by Zhang Fan.

What do we do now?

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Zhang Fan, release the sect leader!" someone shouted.

“Miao Valley is now surrounded by us. You can’t escape today.”

Zhang Fan remained expressionless, his gaze icy, and the powerful aura emanating from him sent chills down everyone's spines.

"It's obvious that your sect leader is in my hands. Don't make any rash moves, or I'll kill him."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan tightened his grip, making the collar of his black robe much tighter, which made it difficult for him to breathe.

"Zhang Fan." The man in black robes spoke with difficulty, almost squeezing it out from between his teeth, "Don't kill me. Your divination abilities have disappeared, and I know why."

"Speak."

"Move closer to me."

Zhang Fan remained vigilant as he slowly approached the man in black.

"Zhang Fan, look at me!" the man in black robes shouted.

Zhang Fan instinctively looked over, and their eyes met. In that instant, Zhang Fan felt as if his body had frozen, unable to move.

At that very moment, the man in black robes reached out and pulled Zhang Fan's hand away.

"Zhang Fan, you're very smart, but you're still a little short."

In an instant, the man in black robes seemed to teleport, appearing a dozen meters away.

Zhang Fan felt dizzy, and a fog appeared before his eyes.

Bai Rou'er: "Zhang Fan, it's been a long time."

Li Chunyan: "Zhang Fan, I've finally waited for you to come back."

Li Jingjing: "I bought a new cheongsam, shall I wear it for you?"

Zhang Fan's eyes became confused. Wasn't he just surrounded by people from the Heavenly Dragon Sect? How did he end up back in Peach Blossom County?

Bai Rou'er noticed Zhang Fan's confusion and said with a smile, "You haven't forgotten all, have you? You destroyed the Heavenly Dragon Sect's lair. They've lost all their spiritual power, and many are dead or injured. You truly deserve to be called a hero who saved the world."

Li Chunyan: "Come and eat! Your sister-in-law has made a big table of dishes, they're getting cold, come and eat!"

She smiled and reached out her hand to Zhang Fan, leading him toward the table.

A sudden heat surged in his dantian, and the jade beads glowed within it.

"Zhang Fan, wake up!" In a daze, Zhang Fan heard Chi Fei's anxious voice.

Zhang Fan's dazed eyes suddenly cleared.

He threw a punch at Li Chunyan's face.

"ah--"