Dashing Student
Chapter 810 - 810: Crossing Realms to Slay the Enemy

As a disciple of Master Xuanming, Hu Chuan is psychotic and ruthless, but his strength is quite formidable.

With a cultivation at the Seventh Layer of Foundation Establishment Stage, he exceeds Chen Nan by four realms, and each strike carries destructive power.

Even more alarming for Chen Nan is that Hu Chuan's Blood Saber seems to be smeared with poison.

In just a few breaths, the wounds on his body begin to fester and turn black, sizzling as if drenched in concentrated sulfuric acid.

The black poison lines spread under the skin like a web, causing a deep pain that twists his features, rendering him powerless to struggle on the ruins.

In such a situation, it seems there is no path but death.

"How does my bone-eroding poison taste?" Hu Chuan carried the Blood Saber, his crimson tongue licking the residual blood on the blade as he stepped towards Chen Nan.

His boots tread over burning planks, sparks flying, dancing like fireflies in the dark.

He thoroughly enjoys the pain a person experiences before death, the wails in his ears akin to the most exquisite music.

But as he reached Chen Nan, the sinister smile suddenly froze on his face.

Though Chen Nan's complexion was pale, his eyes gleamed with a calm light.

Even more bizarre was that the poisoned wounds showed no signs of decay, as the black poison lines receded at a visible speed.

Even a cultivator at the Ninth Layer of Foundation Establishment Stage would suffer greatly if touched by this poison.

Hu Chuan's pupils contracted sharply, instantly considering a possibility.

Chen Nan was never poisoned; he was pretending to be in pain to lure him over!

Though his mind realized it, his body reacted a beat too late.

A piercing silver light suddenly flew from Chen Nan's chest like a meteor, directly targeting Hu Chuan's face, tracing a dazzling trajectory in the darkness.

"Indeed!"

Hu Chuan was startled; although he didn't know what that silver light was, since Chen Nan used it as a trump card, it must be formidable.

He managed to dodge at the last moment, the silver light grazing his cheek and causing a trail of blood.

Cold sweat beaded densely on his forehead, sliding down his temples.

However, once the silver light had glided past him, he realized it was merely a trick.

Because Chen Nan moved suddenly!

At this moment, Chen Nan was like a leopard that had been dormant for long, suddenly entering hunting mode.

He leaped from the ground, his leg muscles tensed like iron, fists clenched tightly carrying fierce power, with pale gold Spiritual Power forming vortices at the knuckle, angrily thrusting forward.

Just barely avoiding the strike, Hu Chuan could only watch as the fist rapidly enlarged in his field of vision, the shadow of death looming.

"You beast, die!"

This punch Chen Nan delivered with all his might, True Qi surged like a furious wave.

His physique was already much stronger than typical cultivators, the fist landing on Hu Chuan's chest created a teeth-grinding sound of bone fracturing.

Hu Chuan's chest visibly caved in, his back fabric tearing with a rip, revealing a fist imprint.

"Puh!"

Hu Chuan spurted blood, flying backward, with the blood tracing a parabolic arc in the air.

His chest bones shattered completely, his five internal organs destroyed, pieces of dark red viscera mixed in the sprayed blood, stark under the moonlight.

Despite the severity of his injury, Chen Nan intended not to let him go.

After all, for a cultivator, even such a grievous injury can be salvaged.

Hence he pursued, eyes fierce as Yama, the old man's tragic death in the village filled him with rage.

Before Hu Chuan landed on the ground, the fists rained down like a storm, each punch carrying wrath for the innocent villagers.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

The dull thuds echoed in the night sky, shaking the ground, dust rising.

Hu Chuan's body, battered like a rag doll, was driven into the soil, his head deformed and shattered under the heavy blows, red and white splattered around the grasslands.

Zhao Kai, holding the compass, was already frozen there, lips trembling incessantly.

Chen Nan suddenly rising and injuring his senior brother kept replaying in his mind, that fierce face and bloody fists, it was not human, but a human-shaped beast!

In just a few breaths, Hu Chuan was thoroughly dead.

His head was hammered to pulp by Chen Nan, his body deeply sunken in the soil, the surrounding land soaked in blood, radiating a strong rust smell.

"Stop, traitor!"

At the same time, a terrifying Sword Qi surged forward, though Chen Nan reacted swiftly, it still struck him, sending him flying.

Blood spurted out, dark red under the moonlight.

Chen Nan glanced and found that the newcomer was Master Xuanming's third disciple, Liu Tong.

His face was stern, with eyes devoid of sorrow for his sect fellow's death, only cold killing intent.

Confronting Liu Tong, who was stronger than Hu Chuan, Chen Nan saw no hope.

At that moment, Chen Nan was scarred all over, his True Qi depleted, like a dried riverbed.

He could only leverage the power of that sword, flew back out, crashing into several small trees before stopping.

After landing, he didn't dare linger.

Enduring intense pain, he leaped up again towards the mountain forests further away, leaving a series of dark red traces on the ground, like a winding creek under the moonlight.

Staring at Hu Chuan's unrecognizable corpse, Liu Tong expressionlessly took the storage bag from the body and disdainfully kicked the mud-soaked head with a toe, his face turned icy.

"Damned bastard, if caught, he will certainly be tortured severely!"

He was not angry over his junior brother's death, but over the anticipated rebuke from Master Xuanming upon return, a sinister look flashed in his eyes.

Glancing at Zhao Kai, who was shaking somewhat nearby, he snorted coldly, his voice as if scraping bone with an ice blade: "Useless, are you just watching?"

Regaining his senses from fear, Zhao Kai's speech trembled: "Senior brother, Chen Nan was simply too fierce, he pulverized the fourth senior brother alive!"

From Foundation Establishment Stage Third Layer to Seventh Layer, he really couldn't fathom how a weaker one could thrash a stronger one to death with fists.

This was unbelievable to him!

"Do you need to say?" Liu Tong retorted crossly: "It's just a sneak attack, the third junior was careless, just another useless fool."

"Follow me in pursuit, if we fail to capture him, things will get ugly for you upon return!"

Shivering thoroughly, Zhao Kai remembered Chen Nan's appearance earlier, making his heart jitter.

Even with superior cultivation, he lacked much courage to chase forward.

Regretting ever provoking Chen Nan at this moment, fearing if not killed this time, he'd never find peace henceforth.

He could only nod in agreement, fingers shaking as he held the compass, starting to follow its pointer again in pursuit.

The blood on the compass hadn't dried yet, casting a sinister sheen under the moonlight.

Shortly after they left, an elder with crane-like hair and youthful features arrived at the village with a serene maiden.

The elder held a Green Jade Feather Duster, the maiden bore the Autumn Water Long Sword at her waist, her attire fluttering like an Immortal from paintings.