One Kill Every Ten Steps

Everyone looked at Chen Fan in awe. Divine Light burnt in his eyes as his body became incandescent under his scintillating skin. Energy roiled and rippled about him, tousled his hair and stirred up the loose folds of his shirt. His appearance sublime, god-like almost.

"So this is the true face of the legendary Curmudgeon Chen."

Yang Qinhu looked at Chen Fan from afar as the memory of Chen Fan's battle with Lei Qianjue at the shore of the West Lake came back to him. Chen Fan had stepped on Lei Qianjue's dead body as a ladder to climb the seat of power in China. Now it looked like he was ready to find his new ladders to reach the top of the world.

Yang Qinhu didn't know that the battle between Chen Fan and the rest of the world had begun a while ago.

"Sthla!"

Karl spread out his flaming wings; his eyes were two pools of blood.