Fan Zhe and Fan Ming did not say anything. They just nodded and returned to their residence.
When the Po Adversity City Governor saw this, he fell into deep thought.
Soon, news spread that a great battle had taken place outside Po Adversity City. The Fiend Blood Tribe had appeared.
When the Po Adversity City Governor thought that Fan Zhe and Fan Ming must have been involved in this battle.
"It doesn't matter. As long as the two of them are here, the Fiend Blood Tribe will not be able to do anything."
After thinking for a while, the Po Adversity City Governor flung his sleeves and left.
After all, Po Adversity City was not the only city in the Intelligent Cloud Continent.
There were countless cities, and every city could be invaded by the Fiend Blood Tribe. As the Po Adversity City Governor, he only needed to ensure the safety of Po Adversity City.
…
Poison City was not too far away from Po Adversity City, but it was not close either.
Now that the Fiend Blood Tribe had invaded, the martial artists in Poison City were on tenterhooks.
A few days ago, the Fiend Blood Tribe had attacked, and the Poison City Governor had died on the battlefield.
For a time, Poison City was without a leader, causing chaos. The Fiend Blood Tribe had hidden in the dark to sow discord.
In short, in just a few days, Poison City had fallen into a sorry state.
In a hidden courtyard in the western suburbs of Poison City, a white-robed man sat quietly on the ground with his legs crossed.
His face was pale, and his clothes were covered with blood.
Dazzling and colorful bloodline power emerged around his body.
These bloodline powers were rapidly refining the Heavenly Energy in the air, thereby healing his injuries.
Whoosh!
After a long time, his injured internal organs gradually stabilized. He suddenly opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of turbid air. The Bloodline Power around him was instantly withdrawn.
Cough cough!
Just as he was about to speak, he coughed violently, and his body trembled violently.
When he looked at his body, his face was gloomy.
"I will take revenge for this."
At this moment, Fang Chen was filled with anger. Even when he was trapped by the Fiend Blood Tribe's Bloodline Technique, he was not as angry as he was now.
However, at the critical moment, the two official disciples of the Ancient Cold Sect had colluded with the Fiend Blood Tribe to sneak up on him.
He had to take revenge no matter what.
It had to be said that Fan Zhe and Fan Ming's plan was perfect, and they also took advantage of Fang Chen's underestimation of the enemy.
The Bloodline Techniques that the three Fiend Blood Clans used were very unique.
However, Fang Chen was still confident that he could deal with it. He just needed time.
At that time, the situation was urgent, and he could only barely resist.
He did not expect Fan Zhe's sneak attack at all. He was caught off guard, and Fan Zhe attacked with all his strength.
Furthermore, Fan Zhe had used a taboo secret technique to shatter his internal organs through his own body.
If it weren't for the fact that the Black Hole Bloodline had played an extremely powerful role at the critical moment, it was very likely that he would have died.
Half a month had passed since that battle, but Fang Chen's injuries still hadn't healed.
"My internal organs are damaged, my meridians are broken, and my dantian is showing signs of damage."
Fang Chen murmured with a complicated expression on his face.
This was the most serious injury that he had ever suffered since he started cultivating. He had almost died in the Intelligent Cloud Continent forever.
However, it was fortunate that he had survived. Even Fan Zhe and Fan Ming would not have thought that he would be able to survive such a situation of certain death, right?
"The day that I recover from my injuries will be the day that all of you die."
In the following time, Fang Chen began to devote himself to healing his injuries.
Time passed quickly, and the one-month deadline that the core disciples of the Ancient Cold Sect had given to Fang Chen had arrived.
Today, the Ancient Cold Sect's Official Disciple Square was very lively. Countless official disciples had arrived early to see if Fang Chen would really give in and hand over the 100,000 Star Stones.
Just as everyone was talking about it, the core disciple arrived.
He was wearing a black robe, and his body exuded a terrifying aura. He jumped up and landed from the void.
His pitch-black eyes swept across the surrounding crowd at lightning speed. After which, he asked in a deep voice, "Where is Fang Chen?"
"Senior Brother, Fang Chen went out to do a mission a month ago," a disciple replied.
"What?"
The black-robed core disciple's face instantly darkened, and then he said, "Today is the last day of the one-month deadline. I will wait for him here.
If he doesn't come, he will bear the consequences. "
After that, the core disciple did not say anything else. He closed his eyes and waited.
Many of the official disciples who were watching had different expressions.
After the core disciple's words reached the sparring area, many sparring partners were extremely anxious.
"What should we do?
Fang Chen went out to do a mission. He definitely won't come back today. "
"Then what should we do?
Are we going to break the appointment? "
Everyone looked at each other with complicated expressions in their eyes.
They knew better than anyone how important it was for a core disciple to break the appointment.
"Let's go and explain it to him."
The top ten sparring partners in the sparring area suggested, and it was seconded by many other sparring partners.
Soon, they arrived at the official disciple square.
"Hmm?"
Everyone thought that Fang Chen had come. Who would have thought that after searching through everyone, Fang Chen was nowhere to be seen?
"Where is Fang Chen?" someone asked.
"Senior Brother, Elder Tianhan sent Fang Chen out to do a mission. Senior Brother Fan Zhe and Senior Brother Fan Ming are also with him. They can testify. Senior Brother, can you give us some more time?" a sparring partner said while cupping his fists.
The core disciple remained motionless and did not open his eyes.
However, a few official disciples pointed at them angrily and cursed.
"You are just sparring partners. Without our orders, what right do you have to come to our official disciple area?"
"Hmph, you can't even protect yourself, and you still dare to plead for others. You are courting death."
"Leave quickly, or don't blame us for being impolite."
A few official disciples raised their palms and emitted a powerful aura. They were ready to attack.
"Senior Brother …"
A sparring partner wanted to explain, but he was answered with a simple punch.
Crack!
The core disciple suddenly opened his eyes and threw out a punch as fast as lightning.
With just one punch, the sparring partner was killed.
"If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will kill all of you."
The core disciple said gloomily, "Core disciples cannot be humiliated. If Fang Chen does not bring 100,000 Star Stones here today, he will definitely die."
The core disciple made his stand, and the sparring partners' hearts sank.
Under the watchful eyes of many official disciples, they suppressed the anger in their hearts and left the official disciple area.
In the end, Fang Chen did not appear.
The core disciple revealed a sinister smile and said, "I have already given him enough face. He is courting death. Don't blame me for being impolite.
From today onwards, if Fang Chen dares to take half a step into the Ancient Frigid Sect, I will tear him into pieces. "
Whoosh!
The core disciple flicked his finger, and a resplendent finger light shot out, creating a big hole in the ground. Then, he disappeared.
Many official disciples looked at each other in dismay.
The news spread like wildfire in the sparring partner area and the official disciple area. Many martial artists had their own thoughts.
As for Fang Chen, who was the main character, he had already forgotten about this matter. He was focused on cultivating.
In a courtyard in the western suburbs of Poison City.
"Sir, I have already inquired about the news you asked for."
The waiter stood beside Fang Chen and reported with a smile, "Although Poison City is very chaotic, the Poison Disaster Elixir Contest is still going on as scheduled."
"What about the Fiend Blood Tribe?"
Fang Chen asked.
"The higher-ups of the Poison Disaster Elixir Contest have come out to suppress the Fiend Blood Tribe temporarily. They do not dare to act recklessly."
The waiter continued, "The rewards for this Poison Disaster Elixir Contest are very generous. It is said that the winner will be rewarded with a Poison Disaster Elixir."
The waiter handed a file to Fang Chen, took some Star Stones from him, and left the courtyard.
"Poison Disaster Elixir Contest?"
Fang Chen's lips curled up, revealing a smile.
His injuries had basically stabilized, but there was still a long way to go.
But now, there was a way to heal his injuries quickly, and that was the Poison Disaster Elixir.
"The records of the Ancient Frigid Sect are indeed correct."
Fang Chen said with a smile, "Although the Poison Disaster Elixir Contest has already declined and is no longer what it used to be, their foundation is still extremely deep.
The legendary Poison Disaster Elixir has attracted the attention of countless martial artists. "
In the eyes of the world, the Poison Disaster Elixir was the fiercest and most domineering poison elixir. Even Life Ancient Realm martial artists and Star Venerables did not dare to touch it casually.
However, in Fang Chen's eyes, it was a holy healing medicine.