Chapter 252: The Peanut Gallery

Chen Fan wasn't without teeth, of course. He succeeded in conjuring a sword to parry my blade before I could cut him open from his neck to chest. That left him open to a backstabbing strike from my frost dragon, whose claws raked over his back and sent a spurt of blood into the air.

With a grunt, Chen Fan swung around to slash at my frost dragon, only for me to stab him from behind. As expected of a cultivation story protagonist, he was able to dodge my strike by the slimmest of margins, causing me to miss his vitals. Even then, my sword punctured his back and erupted from his chest, sending out another spray of blood. He gurgled and clutched at the blade with one hand while countering with the sword grasped in his other hand. I was able to withdraw my sword and retreat to a safe distance before he blew the entire ground wide open with his godlike powers.