The War of the Gods in the Great Void God King

Zhao Mang paused, his tone growing increasingly cold, but he didn't rush to attack. Instead, he calmly said:

"I was planning to find a chance to deal with you, but I didn't expect you to come to me like this and expose such a big secret."

Alarm bells rang in Jiang Fan's mind. Zhao Mang's attitude was strange. Unlike Sun Li, who was greedy enough to kill and seize the treasure immediately, Zhao Mang seemed calm and confident.

"Zhao Mang, what do you want?" Jiang Fan asked coldly, his body slightly tense.

"How is it?"

Zhao Mang laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. Then his smile vanished, his eyes filled with venom, and he said, "You think killing Sun Li is the end of it? Don't forget, I, Zhao Mang, am also a disciple of the Daoist sect. I personally witnessed you ambush and kill your fellow disciple, possessing a powerful treasure yet concealing your cultivation level, deceiving the sect!"

He took a step forward and threatened, "I'll go back and report to Elder Zhang and the Enforcement Hall right now! Then we'll see how you two die! You and your shady opportunities are all thanks to me, Zhao Mang! Hahaha!"

Go back and report.

These four words exploded in Jiang Fan and Li Yang's minds like a thunderclap.

Li Yang quickly tugged at Jiang Fan's arm, pointed at Zhao Mang, and said, "Jiang Fan, since things have come to this, if Zhao Mang wants to betray us, then we'll have to kill him to silence him, otherwise neither of us will survive!"

Jiang Fan pondered for a moment. He was not a murderer. Although Zhao Mang had broken three of his fingers, it was not enough to kill him on the spot.

But then he thought, if Zhao Mang were to spread this news, his secret of killing Sun Li would be completely exposed.

At that time, all the high-ranking members of the Taoist sect will be present. Forget the one-year agreement, he won't even survive tomorrow.

The entire Jiang family, Liu Ruxue, and everything he cherished—all of it would vanish because of his momentary soft heart.

Upon realizing this, the hesitation in Jiang Fan's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by an unprecedented coldness.

He had initially harbored some reservations about the camaraderie of being from the same city, but those reservations vanished completely.

"You want to leave?" Jiang Fan's voice was terrifyingly low. "Unfortunately, you don't have that chance anymore."

"What?" Zhao Mang was stunned, then looked at him as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. "You think you can kill me in your current exhausted state? Don't dream about it! Once I return to the sect, you'll be captured..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Fan made a move.

He did not choose close combat because Zhao Mang was already on guard and was at a distance.

Jiang Fan bit his tongue hard, and the sharp pain invigorated him, causing the power of the Golden Dragon King bloodline within him to erupt without reservation.

He pointed his fingers like a sword, not at Zhao Mang, but at the ground beside Zhao Mang.

"Hitting a cow from across the mountain!"

Jiang Fan fully activated his Golden Dragon King bloodline, unleashing the "Hitting an Ox Through a Mountain" technique.

Jiang Fan's Golden Dragon King bloodline erupted, and a deep dragon roar suddenly rang out. The "Striking Through Mountains" technique, carrying the power of the Golden Dragon King, detached from Jiang Fan's fingertips and tore through the air like tearing cloth. It did not attack Zhao Mang himself, but instead slammed into the ground between him and Jiang Fan.

"boom!"

The ground exploded, and debris flew everywhere.

A terrifying burst of energy, like a lurking venomous dragon, instantly traveled along the ground to Zhao Mang's feet.

Zhao Mang only had the cultivation level of the early stage of Qi Refining. Caught off guard, he was so shocked that his blood and qi surged, and he staggered and almost fell.

The spiritual energy shield he activated was as fragile as paper in the face of this strange shockwave.

"You...!" Zhao Mang was both shocked and furious. He hadn't expected Jiang Fan to have such a way of hurting people from a distance.

Just as he lost his balance and his old strength was gone while new strength had not yet arisen, Jiang Fan's figure stepped in front of him in a few strides.

Jiang Fan unleashed the Golden Dragon Claw once more. Golden scales reappeared on his right arm, his five fingers forming a claw. He struck first, striking with unparalleled precision towards Zhao Mang's throat.

Zhao Mang stared in horror, his hands instinctively trying to block, but Jiang Fan's claws were too fast.

"laugh!"

The Golden Dragon Claw precisely gripped Zhao Mang's neck, its five fingers digging deep into his flesh and choking his throat.

Zhao Mang's feet left the ground, and Jiang Fan lifted him up with one hand.

He struggled desperately, trying to pry Jiang Fan's wrists off with both hands, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree, he couldn't budge him. He opened his mouth wide, wanting to call for help, but could only let out a series of gasping sounds.

Jiang Fan stared at Zhao Mang and said coldly:

"I told you, you don't have a chance."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Fan twisted his wrist sharply!

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out.

The light in Zhao Mang's eyes quickly faded, his head tilted limply to one side, and he lost all hope of life.

Jiang Fan released his grip, and Zhao Mang's corpse slumped to the ground, joining Sun Li not far away.

Jiang Fan was breathing heavily; this series of outbursts had almost drained him of his last bit of strength. But he knew he couldn't stop yet.

He looked at Li Yang, his voice hoarse but leaving no room for argument: "Li Yang, don't just stand there!"

"Quickly, get rid of them! Don't leave any clues!"

Zhao Mang's body collapsed limply to the ground, blood still gushing from the horrifying hole in his throat.

The evening wind howled, making the torches crackle, and chilling the hearts of Jiang Fan and Li Yang.

Li Yang looked at the two corpses and said coldly, "We killed the Daoist disciples, and the sect will definitely not let us off."

Li Yang then looked at him and said decisively, "Let's run! Once the sect issues a kill order, there will be nowhere for us to hide in the entire Tianyuan City."

"I won't run away." Jiang Fan shook his head.

Li Yang's eyes widened, thinking he had misheard: "You're not going to run? Then, isn't that just waiting to die?"

"I stayed."

Jiang Fan calmly swept his gaze over the two corpses and said, "Zhao Mang didn't have time to send out the message. Sun Li was probably ordered to kill me."

"As long as no one knows how they died, there's nothing to worry about. Besides, I'm still Jiang Fan, the disciple without spiritual roots."

"But..." Li Yang wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Jiang Fan.

"No buts." Jiang Fan stepped forward, gripped Li Yang's shoulders tightly with both hands, stared intently at him, and said, "Li Yang, you must leave immediately. Leave the Daoist sect and Tianyuan City tonight, and go as far away as possible."

"And what about you?" Li Yang asked anxiously, "How can you hide this from me alone? That old dog Zhang Tao will definitely suspect you."

"I have my own way." Jiang Fan released his grip, his eyes turning deep. "Sun Li was ordered to kill me. Even if Zhang Tao is convinced it was me, he won't dare to do anything to me."

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go!" Jiang Fan shoved him hard, pointing into the depths of the dense forest. "Follow this path down the mountain, don't look back."

Li Yang gritted his teeth, kowtowed three times to Jiang Fan, said nothing, got up, and disappeared into the dark forest without looking back, his figure quickly swallowed by the night.