Countless ideas flashed through Chi Fei's mind, and she felt that she was most likely related to him.
Is he claiming to be a descendant of Zhen Xing for free?
Chi Fei felt as if struck by lightning, her heart pounding wildly.
My brain felt like it had been hit by a heavy hammer; it was buzzing, numb, and throbbing, and my body was trembling.
How could I be a descendant of this great demon?
Chi Fei instantly felt that her blood was incredibly filthy. Her pale face stared at Zhang Fan, filled with panic and helplessness.
But her sadness was only momentary; what she felt more deeply was heartache.
She saw that the four guardians were using a rotation tactic, with each of them positioned in a different direction. One of them would attack Zhang Fan and then quickly retreat, followed by another attacking.
They didn't fight Zhang Fan directly; they were just trying to wear him down, clearly intending to exhaust him.
Chi Fei's heart was in her throat, while on the other side, Zhen Xing had already absorbed the spiritual energy of hundreds of people.
She dared not imagine just how powerful Zhen Xing was now, or whether Zhang Fan could escape death.
Chi Fei struggled to stand up, but as soon as she moved, she tasted blood in her lungs, her throat itched, and she spat out another mouthful of blood.
She collapsed to the ground, her gaze fixed on Zhang Fan, her eyelids growing heavier and heavier until her vision blurred.
Suddenly she saw Zhang Fan being forced back by the hammer. Someone behind him kicked Zhang Fan in the back, causing him to lose his balance, take two steps forward, and fall to the ground.
"Zhang Fan!" Chi Fei reached out her hand to Zhang Fansheng. Although they were not far apart, she felt as if they were separated by the Milky Way.
Zhang Fan seemed to sense something, looked at Chi Fei, and gave her a reassuring look.
How could she be at ease? Zhang Fan was in danger.
Without the slightest hesitation, the four guardians attacked Zhang Fan. Zhang Fan shouted, "Zhen Xing, the clan leader asked me to pass on a message to you."
Upon hearing this, Zhen Xing immediately flew towards Zhang Fan, shouting, "Wait!" The four guardians, eager to claim credit, completely ignored Zhen Xing and continued their attack.
Just as the sword was about to touch Zhang Fan, Zhen Xing struck out with a palm, sending the four guardians flying backward, their eyes filled with resentment.
Zhen Xing: "What did she say?"
Zhang Fan's lips moved as he spoke softly, but Zhen Xing couldn't hear him clearly. He leaned forward, taking a step closer to Zhang Fan.
She said, "Go to hell!"
Zhang Fan shouted loudly, releasing his aura. Golden merit points flew from the horizon, densely packed, as numerous as a vast galaxy.
Countless golden merits surged into Zhang Fan's body, and then his spiritual power surged, directly breaking through his realm and cultivating to the Nascent Soul stage.
"Boom—" Purple lightning, like a nimble snake, surged through the clouds.
"Crack!" The purple lightning was as fast as the wind, heading straight for Zhang Fan.
His body, which had been unsteady and hunched over just moments before, was now standing straight, and his figure appeared suddenly in front of Zhen Xing like a ghost.
Zhen Xing instinctively dodged, but Zhang Fan seemed to be able to judge his location. Every time he arrived at a place, Zhang Fan would chase after him. So in the end, Zhen Xing was affected by the lightning of the tribulation. Countless lightning bolts struck his body, as if a force was going to tear every inch of his meridians apart.
He had experienced the tribulation lightning from the Golden Core stage to the Nascent Soul stage, but it wasn't as painful. He had used countless rare treasures to shield himself from the tribulation lightning, so he passed through it relatively easily.
Zhang Fan's lightning strikes felt like heavy hammer blows, relentlessly hitting him. He felt like minced meat being chopped on a cutting board, experiencing excruciating pain.
Zhen Xing couldn't help but let out a painful roar.
In a daze, he saw Zhang Fan's expression. Although he looked pained, he didn't scream or shout, which made him look particularly pathetic in comparison.
Reason told him that he couldn't shout out, or he would lose face.
But the excruciating pain he was enduring told him that he couldn't help it, and only screaming could release some of the pain.
Thirteen large bolts of lightning, accompanied by countless smaller bolts, struck Zhang Fan for a full incense stick's time before he finally completed his tribulation.
Zhen Xing's hair was shattered, with blue smoke rising from his head. His entire body was as black as scorched earth, and his facial features could only be discerned from his eyes.
He grinned maliciously, and a puff of smoke immediately billowed from his mouth: "That trick won't work on me!"
To think you could kill him with lightning is simply delusional.
Zhang Fan said lazily, "I know, but it will be useful against the Four Protectors."
Zhen Xing glanced around and saw the four guardians lying on the ground, their bodies as black as charcoal, with blue smoke rising from them.
Three of the four were gone, and the remaining one was on his deathbed and had lost his fighting ability.
However, none of this could harm Zhen Xing.
He was originally at the first level of the Nascent Soul stage, but after absorbing a lot of spiritual energy, he is now at the second level of the Nascent Soul stage.
Although the lightning tribulation will injure his body, it will not kill him.
"I know!" Zhang Fan sneered. "The main event is just beginning!"
He bit his right index finger, using his body as a brush, his blood as ink, and the heavens and earth as a backdrop, and infused his fingertip with spiritual energy to draw a Heavenly Thunder Talisman.
This Heavenly Thunder Talisman, condensed with blood energy and spiritual energy, possessed immense power. With a deafening roar, the heavenly thunder struck down.
This bolt of lightning served as a catalyst, drawing the attention of the laws of heaven and earth to Zhen Xing.
Zhen Xing has done many heinous things that are intolerable to Heaven. He had previously concealed his aura and evaded Heaven, but now that Zhang Fan has used the Heavenly Thunder Talisman, it's as if he has added a locator to Heaven, and Heavenly Punishment continues to descend.
The power of Heaven's punishment is far greater than that of the tribulation lightning; it's almost as if one is equivalent to two.
Countless bolts of lightning struck down, and Zhang Fan believed that Zhen Xing was doomed.
When the thunder subsided, Zhang Fan looked at Zhen Xing, and as he expected, Zhen Xing was kneeling on the ground with his eyes closed, clearly lifeless.
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