He hated Su Chen to the core.

It wasn't just because of the pain of being severely injured by Su Chen but also because, from today, he had become a laughingstock at Xuanmie Peak.

A disciple, four or five thousand years old, who had been in the Xuanshi Divine Pavilion for over two thousand years, was instantly defeated by a twenty-seven-year-old who had just joined the pavilion two days ago.

Someone at the seventh level of the Humanity Path Realm defeated instantly by a sixth level Fixed Character Eternal Domain.

He was definitely going to become a joke.

This great disciple of Xuanmie Peak would become a mere decoration from today onwards.

This was all thanks to Su Chen.

At this moment.

Mei Xiuxiu was trembling all over, cold sweat breaking out. She realized that her junior brother was lawless and arrogant to the point of believing himself to be the strongest being in the world. There was no way to persuade him. Instead, she turned to Fang Mi, almost pleadingly, "Young Master Fang, my junior brother just joined Xuanmie Vein, so..."

However.

Before she could finish.

"Swoosh."

Fang Mi made his move directly.

The purple-gold metal fan with a landscape painting on it suddenly moved.

Fast!!!

Incredibly fast, like an illusion.

With a flick of his wrist, the fan vanished into the air, without any hint of air resistance, as if the fan was perfectly integrated with the natural world.

The fan flickered and vanished, leaving only a line of purple-gold landscape aura.

Then...

In the blink of an eye, the fan directly targeted Su Chen's left shoulder, sharp, fierce, cold, silent, and bloodthirsty...

Once that fan fell, it was imaginable that it would definitely sever Su Chen's left shoulder.

Fang Mi's move was extremely ruthless.

Moreover, perhaps because Su Chen's earlier instant defeat of Feng Yitong made him somewhat cautious, he did not hold back in this move.

The fan blades, like needle stabs, were extremely dazzling yet carried a pure fan momentum.

It was rare. Generally, martial cultivators using fans as weapons were scarce, and those who could wield a fan with such force were even rarer. Fang Mi managed to do it.

Moreover, if one looked carefully, they would find that there were intricate metal flower spikes on the fan blades. If they pierced flesh, they could cause bursts of blood and even penetrate into the bones.

With almost no time in between, the metallic fan blade, carrying the aura of metal flower spikes, reached above Su Chen's left shoulder, dominating from above as it bore down.

Fang Mi's gaze turned cruel, complacent, and bloodthirsty.

He believed he would definitely hit the mark.

However.

The cruelty, complacency, and bloodthirstiness in his eyes had yet to settle down when suddenly!!!

A ghostly scene appeared out of nowhere.

Su Chen's left shoulder, unexpectedly...in such an incredibly short time, effortlessly sidestepped and evaded it!

So easily that it was unimaginable.

It seemed like a narrow escape, but the rhythm control, the timing mastery, reached an unparalleled peak.

What made Fang Mi's pupils contract even more was that he couldn't even see how Su Chen's right hand moved. But before his very eyes, Su Chen's right hand had already grasped his purple-gold metal fan with the landscape painting.

Grasped it forcefully!

Ignoring the sharpness of the fan blades, ignoring the cruelty of the metal flower spikes.

Just grasped it like that.

Fang Mi felt as though his heart was being squeezed, his pupils were frantically contracting, and as he met Su Chen's gaze, Su Chen's eyes remained indifferent and calm, as if, from beginning to end, there was not the slightest change in his expression.

Suddenly.

Fang Mi had a very bad premonition.

In that instant.

"Crack!!!"

An ear-piercing sound of metal shattering rang out.

The sound was crisp, spreading out, pounding through the air.

As the sound rippled, accompanying it was the forceful grasping motion of Su Chen's hand holding the purple metal landscape fan.

In everyone's gaze, the one that was nearly bursting, the...the...the metal fan was forcefully clawed into a large hole by Su Chen.

Blood dripped along with the fan blade fragments.

The crimson was glaring, piercing the heart.

Fang Mi nearly stopped breathing or having a heartbeat, his face turned ashen in an instant, feeling as if a dangerous space suddenly engulfed him, suffocating him almost to the point of death.

His fan, unexpectedly...shattered? Forcefully torn apart by a physical hand? Had he not seen it with his own eyes, even if his father, mother, or master told him, he wouldn't have believed it.

His fan was a Heavenly Dao Weapon, a top-level Divine weapon.

In the past, it collided with countless treasured swords, divine sabers, heavy maces, yet never shattered. It didn't even have a scratch, so how...how could it have been shattered by a young man with a physical hand from the Fixed Character Eternal Domain?

Fang Mi's state of mind was still very strong. Usually, no matter what happened, he remained calm, a quality essential for a monstrous martial cultivator.

But at this moment, he truly was somewhat lost.

And in that moment of his distraction.

"Slap."

Su Chen's hand, gripping the metal fan blade fragments, swung out horizontally.

It moved suddenly and swiftly.

Quick as instantaneous movement.

Plus, Fang Mi was still lost in thought.

This slap landed directly on Fang's face. Since Su Chen wielded those extremely sharp fan blade fragments, combined with the terrifying force behind the slap,

Half of Fang Mi's face became vividly crimson and scarlet, the cheekbones shattered, and half of his skull swelled frantically.

His whole being seemed to have been slammed to the ground viciously, with a clang.

Upon hitting the ground, Fang Mi let out a hoarse, wretched scream, clutching his head as blood flowed between the gaps of his fingers, extremely miserable.

The physical pain Fang Mi felt at this moment was actually no match for the psychological torment.

He was so proud, so high above, coming to Xuanmie Peak merely out of pity, picking a so-called companion, when in fact, he was just choosing a servant.

In Fang Mi's understanding, anyone at Xuanmie Peak was an ant among ants, someone he could defeat with one move.

But who would have thought...

Fang Mi was, indeed, instantly defeated!!!

Fang Mi lifted his eyes, the bloodshot pupils staring bitterly at Su Chen, unwilling to believe, lacking the courage to believe, stubbornly biting off his own teeth.

He, a being ranking over fifty on the Xuan list, was defeated by a mere 27-year-old guy in the Fixed Character Eternal Domain, and it was all done in one move.

What kind of humiliation was this? Imagining his previous pride, arrogance, disdain, then comparing it with the current tragic situation, Fang Mi was practically about to go mad.

Seemingly, from start to end, Su Chen remained so calm and indifferent, treating him as a joke all along, yet foolishly he had thought the opposite.

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