Jiuyou Lands.
Elsewhere, Xu Fan frowned, seemingly lost in deep thought.
At Xu Fan's feet, the old man in the Purple Robe was convulsing in pain.
As the chaotic power continually flowed in and out, the old man's face alternated between livid red and ghostly black, and then turned ashen pale. He wanted to let out a piercing scream but his throat had long become hoarse.
People can get used to pain.
But the old man in the Purple Robe remained in this pitifully painful state from start to finish, and one can imagine the ferocity and cruelty of the pain he was enduring.
Beside Xu Fan, a group of Imperial Supervisors, including the awakened Bai Yi Governor and the hastily arrived Fang Zheng, were all tense with nerves, filled with fear and even shivering in cold dread.
Even at this moment, everyone could understand that Xu Fan... truly deserves to be called the Demon Hunting Kid, with incredibly magical means, able to forcibly extract the chaotic power from within cultivators...
