Chapter 527: Chapter 515: The Death of Bai Zhantang!

A hysterical scream erupted from the stump of his severed arm, accompanied by the sight of his face, a mask of both ice and fire.

Bai Zhantang’s intact left arm began to transform, undergoing the same change. Half of it was covered in frost, while the other half was seized by scorching heat. The effect spread from his shoulder all the way down to his fingertips.

CRACK! As he roared in fury, he clenched his good hand into a fist, his knuckles cracking from the force.

The next moment, that fist of ice and fire hurtled directly toward Qin Fan’s chest.

"Die!" With a ferocious expression, Bai Zhantang held nothing back in this attack.

However, faced with the Yin Yang Ice Fire Fist that could shatter stone, Qin Fan merely sneered. "A mere firefly dares to compete with the splendor of the sun and moon?"

Watching the fist approach as if in slow motion, Qin Fan remained completely unmoved. The only change was the Green Light of his Prison Suppressing Body beginning to shine from his skin.

Seeing this strange light envelop Qin Fan, Bai Zhantang suddenly felt a surge of panic. Unfortunately, it was too late to retract his fist. Like an arrow loosed from its bow, the punch could not be recalled.

BOOM! When his fist slammed into the layer of Green Light, the frost coating his hand instantly shattered and scattered! The dull thud sounded as if he had struck an indestructible meteorite.

BUZZ! In that instant, Bai Zhantang felt the entire force of his blow rebound back into him. He tried to pull his hand back in agony, but his fist seemed to be suctioned to the Green Light, trapped in a verdant vortex.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

The next moment, as the Yin Yang Qi Force rebounded through him, a series of sickening cracks echoed up his entire left arm. The hand of ice and fire turned a mangled, purple-black color. It was clearly ruined.

"AHHH!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream erupted again.

Hearing the wretched cry, Qin Fan merely scoffed. With a single shudder of his body, he sent Bai Zhantang flying backward. He flew in a high arc, crashing toward the rooftop’s guardrail.

BANG!!! The guardrail buckled outward on impact, and his body became wedged in the bent metal.

"My hand! My hand! Ah! AHHH!!! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!"

In the midst of his piercing pain, Bai Zhantang saw his ruined, purple-black left arm dangling uselessly. He began to shriek, trying to use hysteria to drown out his terror and the sheer physical agony.

"Kill me? With what? Your mouth?" Qin Fan watched Bai Zhantang as if he were a clown, smiling as he slowly walked over. "They say that every pitiful person has their detestable side, and that couldn’t be more fitting for you. Why? Why did your entire family have to seek out their own deaths at my hands? Oh—I know," he mused. "It’s because even the heavens can no longer tolerate your Yin Yang Balance Technique, which defies the natural order. So they created this opportunity for you to be punished!"

By the time his mocking words faded, Qin Fan had reached Bai Zhantang’s side.

"Since this arm is useless, allow me to help you with it." With those grim words, Qin Fan reached out and laid a hand on Bai Zhantang’s left arm.

Then, with a casual yank—RRRIP! Amid a spray of black blood, he tore the purple-black arm clean off.

THUD. He tossed it carelessly aside.

"Who are you? Who the hell are you? Can’t you at least let me die knowing who killed me?!" he pleaded, swallowing repeatedly.

The frost and fire had faded from his face. At this point, Bai Zhantang had been tortured to the brink of collapse. He had suffered one unimaginable, crushing defeat after another, all from Qin Fan’s casual, effortless movements. Faced with such a heaven-defying opponent, he saw no hope at all. And even if he could somehow survive, what then? Both of his arms had been torn off by Qin Fan. A life without arms... was a life not worth living.

"You can consider me a Judge, here to execute Heaven’s will," Qin Fan sneered.

Then, he reached out and grabbed Bai Zhantang’s collar. With a tug and a fling—

BOOM!!!

—Bai Zhantang was smashed into the center of the rooftop. As dust flew into the air, the ground beneath him cracked. At the same time, a mouthful of blood he could no longer hold back spewed violently from his lips.

"You could have had a quicker death," Qin Fan said, turning around and strolling toward the struggling man on the ground. "But you shouldn’t have targeted the people close to me."

As he finished speaking, he lifted his foot and viciously stomped down on Bai Zhantang’s knee.

CRACK!

The stomp crushed it completely. Bai Zhantang’s entire kneecap shattered into powder. The muscle and sinew were reduced to a pulp of flesh that barely connected his thigh to his lower leg.

"AHHH!!!"

The excruciating pain nearly caused Bai Zhantang to black out. Only then did he truly understand that an iron will was not always a blessing.

Ignoring Bai Zhantang’s agonized screams, Qin Fan simply repeated the action, raising his foot and smashing it down on the other knee.

Muffled groans escaped his lips as sweat completely drenched his body. His face, twisted in agony, was drained of all color. At this moment, Bai Zhantang was on the brink of death, barely clinging to life. If not for his powerful will sustaining him, he would have already succumbed to the pain and died. But even without the release of death, his weak groans revealed just how tenuous his hold on life was. He was only a single step from death.

"How does it feel?" Qin Fan asked blandly. He withdrew his foot and slid his hands into his pockets, looking down at the broken man beneath him with an expressionless face. He felt no particular emotion about annihilating trash that could be crushed with a snap of his fingers.

"Give me a quick death... kill me... please!" Bai Zhantang pleaded, his gaze fixed on Qin Fan. The words came out weak and halting as his head twitched uncontrollably.

At this point, he couldn’t spare a thought for Revenge, for women, for Yin energy, or for cultivation. He just wanted to die—a quick death to end it all.

"Alright. Then die." A slow smile finally spread across his emotionless face.

The True Yuan from his Golden Core surged upward, gathering directly in his eyes.

SWOOSH!

His eyes immediately flared with a sharp, brilliant golden light, which he then swept across Bai Zhantang’s body.

SIZZLE! SIZZLE! SIZZLE!

The next second, the One-Flavor True Fire ignited all over Bai Zhantang’s body. As he saw Qin Fan’s golden eyes, Bai Zhantang’s own vision went black in his final moments. He was blind.

Reflexive, muffled groans expressed not only his pain but also the profound shock and terror that seized him. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Not human!

That was Bai Zhantang’s last thought before he died.

The True Fire burned on, but Bai Zhantang’s life was already over.