Chapter 307: Chapter 130: Single-handedly Slaughtering Seven Stars Castle, Slaying Three Divine Power Realm Experts

Because his Nine Nether Yellow Springs Finger had broken its limit, even an ordinary Bear Form Shattering Fist was now wreathed in tendrils of life-corroding Yellow Springs Death Qi!

He threw a punch with immense, heavy force, like the swipe of a giant bear’s paw, compressing the very air until it boomed!

Before the punch even landed, its deadly, desolate Fist Intent sent a chill of mortal terror through the black-robed man.

"No—!"

CRACK!

The fist slammed viciously into the middle of the black-robed man’s back. With his Protective Primordial Qi already shattered, his spine instantly snapped!

The Yellow Springs Death Qi surged into the opening, extinguishing his life force in an instant.

The black-robed man’s scream cut off abruptly as he pitched forward onto the ground, never to move again.

Meanwhile, the other two black-robed men—the ones who had been shot and fallen earlier—were being tormented by the Soul-splitting Force. Their Divine Souls were wracked with a tearing agony, and their bodies trembled as they staggered about, trying to flee.

Their eyes were unfocused, and they could barely stay on their feet. They were actually slower than an ordinary person!

Chu Fan’s figure flashed. Like a tiger among sheep, he lashed out with both palms.

The fierce palm strikes shattered their bones, sending them to the ground, unable to rise, just barely clinging to life.

From within his sleeve, Cyan Snake Xiaobai watched Chu Fan, with his mere Spirit Awakening Realm cultivation, crush three Divine Power Realm experts as if he were chopping vegetables. Her mind was reeling in shock.

She exclaimed in amazement, "You... you’re like a Fierce Beast in human form! To improve this much, this quickly... it’s unbelievable!"

Just then, shadowy figures loomed on all sides, accompanied by the rush of dense footsteps.

The remaining Moon Worship Cultists had finally reacted, closing in from all directions.

Blades were drawn, the air thick with killing intent.

Throngs of men in white robes surrounded Chu Fan completely.

Countless pairs of eyes—some fearful, some furious, some cruel—were fixed on the Ghost-faced Man in their midst, who looked like a veritable God of Slaughter.

Chu Fan slowly straightened, his gaze sweeping over the growing crowd of white-robed figures.

SHING!

The Thunder Blade left its sheath, its cold gleam reflecting off faces twisted in terror.

Then Chu Fan moved.

His Ghost Shadow Illusionary Body Step, which had already reached Perfection, was now pushed to its absolute limit.

His form blurred, leaving only a series of indistinguishable Residual Images in his place.

His True Body, however, moved as if by Instant Teleportation, cutting straight into the crowd.

At the same time, the Thunder Blade in his hand hummed as he boldly unleashed his Seven-Star Bead Slash, now at the Perfection Realm!

This Sword Technique was known for its speed. Though it was the last technique he had learned and had only recently reached Perfection, it was bolstered by the "Sword Swift as Lightning" Trait, making it faster than lightning itself!

Combined with the "Sword Heavy as a Mountain" and "Zhong Yue" Traits, every swift strike now contained the power to shatter mountains!

The light from his blade flashed like a silver torrent, like a river of stars flowing in reverse!

There was almost no clang of metal on metal—only the sickening, muffled thuds of a sharp blade slicing through flesh and bone!

Everywhere Chu Fan passed, bodies fell in swathes like reaped wheat. Blood sprayed out, instantly staining the bluestone ground red.

Faced with such absolute speed and power, the group of Spirit Awakening Realm Moon Worship Cultists couldn’t even mount an effective defense. They were cut down in droves, their screams drowned out by the whistle of his blade!

The occasional blade that managed to land on Chu Fan didn’t even break his skin.

Seven Stars Castle descended into utter chaos!

Some of the original Seven Stars Castle disciples who hadn’t yet fled and were hiding in corners saw the scene and were scared out of their wits. With a cry of alarm, they scattered in every direction like headless chickens!

Although the remaining Moon Worship Cultists still surrounded the Ghost-faced Man, shouting, "Kill him!", their feet involuntarily shuffled backward. Their eyes were filled with terror, and not a single one of them truly dared to step forward.

’Even the three masters at the Divine Power Realm were crippled in just a few moves. What chance do we have? We’re only at the Spirit Awakening Realm, some of us haven’t even completed Mortal Transformation. Rushing in would be suicide, wouldn’t it?’

Their only comfort now was their superior numbers, and they clung to the faint hope that "two fists are no match for four hands."

However, Chu Fan’s actions crushed that sliver of hope.

He charged straight into the densest part of the crowd, his Thunder Blade transforming into a whirlwind of death.

With every flash of the blade, limbs flew and blood surged!

He was like a tiger let loose among sheep, completely unstoppable. The slaughter was so brutal that even the notoriously vicious Moon Worship Cultists were terrified out of their wits.

The Moon Worship Sect had been secluded for many years, priding themselves on being a Demon God’s Believers and viewing all outsiders as ants.

They trampled on life with impunity. When had they ever encountered someone so ferocious, someone who treated killing like reaping grass?

By the time some of them snapped out of their frenzy and realized it was a one-sided massacre, it was already too late to escape.

Chu Fan sheathed his blade, the motion as smooth and fluid as flowing water.

The next moment, the Sunset Bow was in his hand.

His eyes were ice-cold. With a single motion, he nocked three Purple Bamboo Arrows.

The bowstring hummed softly, and the arrows seemed to have a mind of their own, unerringly seeking out every fleeing figure.

WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH—!

Not a single arrow missed its mark. The Moon Worship Cultists who had managed to flee a little farther fell to the ground one after another.

In moments, the castle plaza was littered with corpses and flowing with rivers of blood. The thick stench of blood rose to the heavens.

At that moment, Cyan Snake Xiaobai slithered out from Chu Fan’s sleeve, took human form, and with sword in hand, hunted down the few who had slipped through the net, finishing off the remaining Moon Worship Cultists one by one.

Chu Fan left three late-stage Spirit Awakening Realm men in white robes alive. He landed a punch or kick containing Dark Force on each of them, crippling their ability to move, then tossed them into a corner like baby chicks.

He grabbed one of the men by the neck and hauled him up, his voice completely devoid of warmth. "How many more people from the Moon Worship Sect at the Divine Power Realm or above are in Cyan Yang Ancient City? Where are they hiding? Who is the strongest?"

Blood trickled from the corner of the man’s mouth. His eyes were full of venom as he sneered, "You really think I’m going to te—"

CRACK!

Before he could finish, his neck was cleanly snapped.

The body was tossed aside like a worn-out shoe.

Chu Fan turned his gaze to the remaining two white-robed men, who were pale with fright and trembling like leaves in the wind.

"I’ll talk! I’ll talk!"

"Spare us, sir! We’ll tell you everything!"

Tears and snot streamed down their faces as the two men scrambled over each other to speak, spilling everything they knew in a frantic rush.

After listening, Chu Fan remained noncommittal and paced over to the three black-robed men, who were on the verge of death.

The strongest of them was the most grievously injured. He lay on the ground, barely breathing, with blood continuously trickling from his mouth and nose. He couldn’t utter a single word.