Dashing Student

In order to show off in front of the woman, Tang San didn't even use magic. Instead, like a mortal, he left long cuts on Chen Nan's back with a knife.

In an instant, Chen Nan's back was a bloody mess, covered in scars, with blood staining the ground red.

Chen Nan never moved, gritting his teeth to endure. In front of him, the elixir pill in the Heaven-Burning Flame was almost ready.

"Hold on... just a little longer!"

The woman seeing this scene actually laughed. Then, seemingly realizing something inappropriate, she pretended to be weak: "Oh my, Brother San, how cruel you are, I really like it!"

The other cultivators immediately burst into laughter, treating Chen Nan as an immovable target, eagerly stepping forward.

"Brother San, watch us!"

One cultivator took out a dagger, and with a light slash, he cut open the flesh on Chen Nan's shoulder. With a twist of the blade, a piece of flesh was cut off.

This brutal act akin to being slowly sliced to death, yet it provoked even louder laughter.

"Me too!"

Another cultivator stepped up, picked up the longsword, and stabbed it down, piercing directly through Chen Nan's chest.

The woman pretended to be pure, covering her eyes and exaggeratedly shouted: "Brother San, why not give him a swift death, this is too cruel."

Tang San just laughed heartily, not caring at all: "What are you afraid of? After all, he's just a cripple who doesn't dare to fight back."

"They all say he killed the Thunder Wing White Tiger; I bet he just picked up the spoils left by others who killed it."

"Even if he stood fully recovered in front of me, I could suppress him with one hand, nothing to worry about, him being alive is more entertaining!"

Everyone laughed again, but the laughter in Chen Nan's ears was like the maniacal laughter of demons.

The intense pain almost made him faint, but the obsession in his heart made him hold on bitterly, his body trembling, yet the illusory Pill Furnace formed by Heaven-Burning Flame still remained stable.

Tang San sneered coldly, his gaze falling on the elixir pill enveloped in flames.

The reason for not killing Chen Nan was to wait for him to finish refining the elixir pill.

Though he didn't know what elixir pill it was, just smelling the rich pill fragrance, it was clear that this pill was extraordinary, fetching a hefty price if sold for spirit stones.

Their evil acts continued, while the woman kept saying things like "too cruel", "so scared", but was actually fanning the flames.

Encouraging the others to be more vicious towards Chen Nan.

After a long while, Chen Nan was already soaked in his own blood, the flesh on both shoulders cut off, exposing his stark white bones.

Yet even then, he remained silent, eyes fixed firmly on the Pill Furnace.

His hellish ghost-like appearance made Tang San and the others somewhat frightened.

How strong is his life force to not die from this?

To prevent further dreaming while awake, Tang San decided to give up on the elixir pill.

"Quick, kill him!"

Upon hearing this order, the other cultivators silently breathed a sigh of relief and hurried forward to kill Chen Nan.

But just at that moment, the pill fragrance reached its peak, and a white tiger phantom suddenly appeared above the elixir pill, with a pair of thunder wings on its back.

It was the phantom of the Thunder Wing White Tiger.

"Roar!"

The white tiger phantom roared, unexpectedly exuding waves of pressure, as if the real Thunder Wing White Tiger had come back to life.

This scene caused Tang San and his group to step back in panic.

The elixir pill was completed, the Heaven-Burning Flame slowly dissipating. Chen Nan had also reached his limit, feeling his last ounce of life force rapidly draining away.

Not having time to think more, he grabbed the elixir pill and shoved it into his mouth, then his head drooped heavily, and his breath quieted down.

Tang San and the others were bewildered and indecisive; they had never seen such a bizarre scene.

After refining a pill, he ended up dying like this?

One cultivator stepped forward and cautiously prodded Chen Nan with his sword from afar, finding no reaction, he sighed in relief.

He walked up to Chen Nan, turned around somewhat arrogantly to look at Tang San and the others.

"Brother San, there's nothing to fear, Chen Nan is truly dead, everything of his is ours!"

"Yes, it's all ours!"

Tang San and the others were filled with wild excitement, feeling a bit shameful for having feared someone on the brink of death.

But suddenly, their faces stiffened, eyes gradually filling with terror.

Only the cultivator with his back to Chen Nan was unaware of what was happening, puzzledly asking.

"Brother San, what's wrong with you?"

At that moment, he felt a chill from behind, as if penetrating his bones, an overwhelming sense of danger arose in his heart.

It was as if a powerful demon beast had locked onto him!

He turned his head with difficulty, and saw what should have been a dead Chen Nan, now standing up, drenched in blood, his shoulder bones exposed.

That terrifying appearance was like a demon returned from hell!

"Brother San... save me..."

Before he finished, Chen Nan suddenly raised his head, grabbed that cultivator by the throat, and lifted him.

"You all were laughing so happily just now, now it's my turn to enjoy!" He grinned, with blood-stained white teeth, his smile becoming horrifying and chilling.

With a crack, he snapped the cultivator's neck, then punched through his body with no mana fluctuation.

The broken carcass hung on his arm, and Chen Nan disdainfully flung it away. At this moment, he felt intense pain within, as if an energy was destroying everything inside him.

Yet this energy also filled his body with power, making him want to unleash it.

Tang San and his helpers were utterly stunned, sweat pouring from their foreheads as they turned to flee.

"We're doomed, run quickly, he's a monster!"

"Brother San, don't leave me!" The woman reached for Tang San, only to be kicked to the ground.

In dire situations, a woman was less than a cloud.

The woman sat on the ground crying, but soon the tears seemed to freeze.

Cold killing intent had already locked on to her.

"Don't kill me, I can sleep with you..."

Before she could finish, a fist punched through her body, appearing before her eyes.

Chen Nan withdrew his fist and slapped down, shattering that delicate face.

Watching Tang San and his group flee in disarray, Chen Nan's eyes were cold, the Shock God Stab continued to launch, causing several screams.

Chen Nan, lying on the ground, felt unbearable pain. Looking back, he saw himself walking step by step, each step sounding like a death knell.

"Don't kill me, I was wrong, I'll never dare again..."

He cried with tears and snot flowing, his pants soaked; even when facing dangerous demon beasts, he was never this terrified.

Yet now, facing a human cultivator, he was scared to the extreme.

Chen Nan came before him, with a cold expression: "Laugh, why aren't you laughing?"

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