Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

On the stage, the sounds of zithers and lutes were melodious and enchanting, with a large pink luminous pearl hanging high above the entire Brocade Dream Pavilion.

The soft, dim pink light made the atmosphere of the Brocade Dream Pavilion seem very ambiguous.

The dancers on the stage concealed their faces with light veils, their eyes resembling the spring waters.

Han Jiuyan stood in front of Chu Fan, and the banner just completely blocked Chu Fan's view.

"I... I'm here to... to ask for... someone."

The gaunt young man next to Chu Fan draped an arm over the chair, glanced at Han Jiuyan, and sneered.

"Has the Brocade Dream Pavilion become a place where stray dogs can enter?"

"Chu Fan, can your Brocade Dream Pavilion even continue to operate?"

"It's always the same people over and over; didn't you say a top-quality one just arrived?"

The speaker's name was Pan Yang, also a young master from the Pan family of the Flowing Frost City clan.

Chu Fan's mind raced, concluding that the Han Jiuyan before him had come for the woman they had captured today.

However, Chu Fan didn't recognize such a small fry like Han Jiuyan at all.

With Chu Fan's cultivation at the third level of the Celestial Immortal realm, he couldn't sense any Immortal Yuan fluctuations from the person before him.

He thought he was just a mortal.

He waved his hand impatiently.

Six or seven Profound Immortal cultivators instantly surrounded Han Jiuyan, one of whom, a burly man with a sinister face and ruthless eyes, reached out to grab Han Jiuyan's neck.

Han Jiuyan frowned slightly, a cold killing intent flashing across his face.

Chu Fan's vision blurred, and he heard the sound of cloth tearing through the air.

The teacup in his hand was instantly splattered with scalding blood.

The light green tea was stained with blood, and the tea water rippled, making it particularly glaring.

Chu Fan looked up, his face bearing a string of blood droplets.

Thump! Thump thump!!

Corpses fell to the ground one after another, the blood-stained divination flag stuck into the ground.

Han Jiuyan slowly leaned down, approaching Chu Fan.

"I... speaking... is difficult... you... you just had to make... make me say... say it twice."

"Give... give me the person... and I'll leave."

A cold glint flashed in Chu Fan's eyes, and he crushed the teacup in his hand with a bang.

Three golden spiritual Dao rings appeared behind him, and with a flip of his wrist, he gripped a precious sword in his left hand and coldly snorted.

"Shameless!"

However, in the next instant.

A blur flashed before his eyes, and the wrist holding the sword was instantly pierced through!!!

His limbs weakened, and he knelt on the ground with a thud.

He was enveloped by a vast and terrifying pressure.

Bang bang!!

His knees slammed into the ground, instantly shattering the blue bricks into two deep pits.

Pan Yang's body sank, the chair beneath him shattered, and he was pressed to the ground by this pressure, unable to move.

Chu Fan suddenly looked up, seeing the blood-stained divination flag dripping blood.

Two pairs of azure Nirvana spiritual wings unfurled, Han Jiuyan didn't lower his head, but simply looked down.

"Where... is the person?"

The overwhelming pressure made Chu Fan's vision darken, his chest squeezed, making it impossible to breathe.

The sense of loss of control over his own life and death filled him with unparalleled panic.

"Ahhh!!!!"

"Ahhh, murder!"

Screams erupted in the Brocade Dream Pavilion, guests scattered and fled, and many guards wielding swords and sabers knelt ten zhang away, unable to approach.

At this moment, Chu Fan felt he had completely lost face, that such a slovenly stutterer dared to attack him!!!

Chu Fan, whose limbs had been crippled, raised his head and glared at Han Jiuyan.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Know..."

"You know and you still dare to attack me?!"

"Know... so... so what?"

Chu Fan's breath caught in his throat, unable to utter the remaining words.

"If you kill me, I guarantee that within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, you'll see that woman's head hanging on the city wall!!"

Pfft!!

The pole of the divination flag violently smashed into Chu Fan's lips, shattering several of his teeth and thrusting into his mouth.

The shattered teeth cut his oral cavity, and the sweet and bloody blood almost blocked his throat.

An aura of death enveloped him, his limbs turned cold, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

His body was slammed into the ground by the momentum of the pole, and the blue bricks beneath him shattered.

Chu Fan looked at Han Jiuyan's calm gaze, and his heart suddenly convulsed.

"He dares to kill me!!"

In just a few breaths, the Brocade Dream Pavilion was silent except for the few people in the hall, so quiet that a pin could be heard dropping.

Some guests who knew what had happened in the hall hid in their rooms, not daring to breathe loudly.

If Chu Fan died in the Brocade Dream Pavilion today, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Pan Yang couldn't say anything sarcastic at this moment, and looked at the youth before him with fearful eyes.

Chu Fan clenched his teeth, saliva mixed with blood flowing down the pole of the divination flag.

Chu Fan looked at Han Jiuyan, his eyes trembling as he looked towards the top floor.

Han Jiuyan followed his gaze towards the top of the building.

Pfft!!!

The flag in his hand instantly pierced through Chu Fan's shoulder blade, then lifted his body and soared into the air!!

He casually nailed him to the pillar at the entrance and pushed the door open.

In the room, a middle-aged woman was huddled in the corner, looking at Chu Fan with fearful eyes.

Han Jiuyan glanced at her and went into the inner room.

Lying on the bed was a woman with a flushed face, her cultivation sealed.

Zhuang Xiaomeng was writhing uncomfortably at this moment, a silver needle inserted into her neck.

This silver needle was the reason Zhuang Xiaomeng was captured.

Rumble!!!

A roaring sound came from the horizon, accompanied by a rich Immortal Yuan pressure.

Han Jiuyan curled his lip and swiftly pulled out the silver needle from Zhuang Xiaomeng's slender neck with lightning speed.

He tapped her acupoints, sealing Zhuang Xiaomeng's meridians.

He carried Zhuang Xiaomeng in a princess carry and slowly walked towards the door.

The madam lowered her head in fear, staring at Han Jiuyan's feet and shivering.

Creak, the moment the door closed, there was a muffled explosion inside.

Large patches of blood mist splattered on the beige window paper.

Chu Fan, hanging on the wall, trembled, staring at Han Jiuyan's back, not daring to say a word.

The little parrot glanced at Chu Fan and said in a muffled voice.

"Kill him or not?"

Han Jiuyan frowned.

"Kill..."

Whoosh!!!!

The parrot transformed into a blue stream of light, an arrow instantly piercing through Chu Fan's head.

It returned to Han Jiuyan's shoulder, shaking its wings, but heard Han Jiuyan stuttering helplessly.

"Can't... can't kill..."

The little parrot rolled its eyes in anger and turned its head.

"It's none of my business; I only heard you say kill and killed him."

Han Jiuyan sighed.

"Kill... just kill him then."

"Or... or else he'll... he'll come find... find trouble with me."

"Let's go, let's go."

Whoosh!!!

Space tore apart, and Han Jiuyan crossed the void, instantly disappearing from the Brocade Dream Pavilion.

Having killed Chu Fan, the Chu family would never let him go.

He had no choice but to leave Flowing Frost City.

Just as he stepped into the void, several powerful auras came from behind, along with the roar of a middle-aged man.

"Damn bastard!! Today I will have you pay for my son's life!!!"