This time, the crack on Chen Han’s chest became even more visible!

“This… what’s going on!”

Chen Han roared and blindly attacked Li Qianfan, but his fists passed straight through Li Qianfan’s body.

It was as if the Li Qianfan in front of him wasn’t real but merely an illusory projection!

Ding!

Chen Han’s left chest suffered another blow, and the crack expanded further. The core of the attacked area began to collapse into pale golden fragments!

“Where are you?! What did you do to me?!”

Chen Han screamed wildly, but he couldn’t find where Li Qianfan was.

Ding!

Fresh blood spurted out from Chen Han’s left chest.

Chen Han panicked.

The strange and inexplicable attacks had struck the left side of his chest five times in a row!

Although his Vajra Technique was immensely formidable, significantly enhancing his defense.

However, being hit repeatedly in the same spot had shattered his defense!

If it happens again, he’ll undoubtedly die here!

Chen Han dared not fight Li Qianfan anymore; he turned and fled, attempting to escape!

However, that deadly “ding” sound rang out once again!

Chen Han looked down at his blood-soaked chest and could no longer hold himself up, falling to his knees with a thud.

“I’ve shattered your heart. You won’t live much longer, Chen Han.”

Li Qianfan’s figure materialized before Chen Han, a mocking smile still hung on his face.

“Just now… what exactly happened?” Chen Han asked with difficulty, his face pale, the golden hue on his body fading away.

Li Qianfan pointed to his own eyes and said, “Do you see them? These are the Enchanting God Eyes, a gift from the senior of Tian Huanxing. Although I haven’t fully mastered them yet, I can already use these eyes to cast weaker illusion techniques.”

“You just fell prey to my Enchanting God Eyes, ensnared by my illusions, which is why you couldn’t find me. You were attacking the mirage I created.”

“And I took advantage of your frenzied strikes, using another martial art—the rouge red line—to repeatedly target your chest.”

“Six times. I used the rouge red line six times before finally breaking your defenses and destroying your heart.”

Li Qianfan paused to lift his right hand. His right index finger was grotesquely swollen, and blood slowly seeped from the pores of the finger.

“Firing six rouge red lines within ten minutes wasn’t easy. It came at a significant cost to me as well. My finger is injured now. But it doesn’t matter—you’ve been defeated, and soon, you’ll be dead.”

Hearing Li Qianfan’s words, a despairing expression appeared on Chen Han’s face.

He had thought he could rely on his Vajra Technique to overpower Li Qianfan, but now he realized the insurmountable gulf between him and the man before him!

“Tell me, where is Zhao Changsheng?” Li Qianfan asked.

“I… I won’t tell you…” Zhao Changsheng replied, spitting blood.

“Then I’ll find out myself.”

As soon as Li Qianfan uttered these words, his right hand became enveloped in dark purple lines, resembling a neural network.

Swiftly, Li Qianfan’s hand shot out and gripped Chen Han’s top of the skull tightly. Pure True Qi surged into Chen Han’s head.

Chen Han immediately began bleeding from all seven orifices, his body convulsing violently.

Li Qianfan was performing a Soul Search on Chen Han.

The Soul Searching Technique could only be used on targets of the same or lower cultivation level. Chen Han’s level was just one level below Li Qianfan’s, meeting the requirement perfectly!

Soon, Li Qianfan withdrew his hand, a satisfied expression appearing on his face.

He had successfully excavated part of Chen Han’s memories and learned Zhao Changsheng’s location.

Chen Han’s lifeless body fell to the ground with a thud, completely devoid of life.

His heart had been destroyed by Li Qianfan’s rouge red line, and the Soul Searching Technique further ravaged him—no deity could save him now.

Li Qianfan cast a final glance at Chen Han’s corpse before turning away.

In Dadong City’s Winter Flower Hotel, on the top floor within a luxurious suite.

Zhao Changsheng sat on an opulent single-seater sofa, smoking a cigar, while Jiang Chen and seven to eight suited bodyguards stood by his side.

“What time is it?” Zhao Changsheng asked.

“Eleven o’clock,” Jiang Chen replied.

Zhao Changsheng sneered, saying, “That brat dared to wager his life with me, betting on who could last through the night. Such arrogance!”

“Indeed, that man was overly conceited. By now, he must be regretting his choices deeply. I expect it won’t be long before Brother Chen returns with his severed head,” Jiang Chen said with a smile.

Zhao Changsheng asked again, “Have you found Wang Hongyun’s whereabouts yet?”

“Not yet,” Jiang Chen shook his head.

“That old bastard must have fled!” Zhao Changsheng said angrily.

Suddenly, a voice came from outside the window.

“Wang Hongyun is dead. I killed him.”

Next came the shattering sound of glass breaking.

Li Qianfan smashed through the window and entered, standing firmly before Zhao Changsheng.

“Chen Han is dead too. I killed him,” Li Qianfan added.

Jiang Chen roared and lunged at Li Qianfan, but Li Qianfan shattered Jiang Chen’s arm with a punch and followed through with a blow to his chest.

With a loud “Bang!” Jiang Chen stumbled back several steps before falling to his knees with a thud.

“Jiang Chen is dead now too. Guess who killed him?” Li Qianfan teased.

No sooner had Li Qianfan finished speaking than Jiang Chen collapsed onto the ground, his body still warm but lifeless.

Fear pale Zhao Changsheng’s face as he stared dumbly at Li Qianfan.

After a few seconds, Zhao Changsheng finally snapped out of his trance. Desperately retreating, he shouted, “Why are you all standing there? Shoot him! Kill him!”

The seven or eight suited bodyguards all pulled out their Desert Eagles and aimed at Li Qianfan.

Deafening gunfire filled the room, yet not a single bullet struck Li Qianfan.

Li Qianfan moved like a specter within the suite, expertly dodging every projectile while dispatching the bodyguards one by one with his fists!

The tiled floor was stained red with blood, and the room reeked of raw iron and carnage.

“Now it’s just you left, Boss Zhao.”

Li Qianfan said with a smile as he approached Zhao Changsheng step by step.

Zhao Changsheng fell to his knees with a thud, drenched in cold sweat, pleading, “Brother Li, please don’t kill me, I know I was wrong, give me one more chance…”

“I… I can give you money, however much you want!”

“I can also give you women. I have plenty of women. Just say the word, and I’ll hand over all my wives and concubines to you!”

Zhao Changsheng, once arrogant beyond measure, now groveled before Li Qianfan like a stray dog begging for mercy. The stark contrast was undeniable.

“Just these things? That’s far from sufficient.” Li Qianfan said meaningfully.