"My... my internal energy..."
The old man's expression was terrified, his heart beating faster.
Chen Fan said coldly, "It won't be long before you become like that deflated balloon!"
That's right, he used the Nine Revolutions Divine Needles to perform the Qi Dissipation Needle.
As the name suggests, Qi Dissipation... can dissolve the internal energy within a martial artist's body.
The old man naturally understood Chen Fan's meaning, "You... you can't..."
Chen Fan replied, "What can't I do? You were going to take my head, so it's only fair that I cripple your internal energy!"
"You..."
Even An Ye was listening with a pounding heart, never expecting Chen Fan to possess such an ability.
Normally, to cripple a martial artist's internal energy, one had to destroy their dantian.
Chen Fan retorted impatiently, "You what? It's good enough that I'm not taking your life!"
"You old bastard!"
The old man still wanted to resist, but his body was out of control, leaving him no choice but to submit.
He watched helplessly as his internal energy dissipated.
In just a short while, the old man's internal energy was all gone. From being spirited and robust, he suddenly looked over fifty years older.
He also gave off a frail and weak impression.
Chen Fan raised his hand and easily withdrew the silver needles, "Old man, heaven cherishes all life. You can scram now!"
If Chen Fan hadn't possessed the heart of a healer, the old man before him would have long since become a corpse.
The old man never imagined that after a lifetime of dominating the martial arts world, he would end up like this.
"Chen... Chen Fan, I won't let you off!"
Without his internal energy, the old man was like an ordinary person and no longer dared to make a move.
He chose to lower his head.
He stood up, leaning on his walking stick, and hobbled away from the rented room.
"Ugh..."
At this moment, An Ye vomited blood again, a deathly pallor spreading across her face.
It was evident that her injuries were not light. She tried to push herself up with her hands, but her body wouldn't obey.
Chen Fan observed An Ye for a moment and, seeing that she wasn't faking, said, "Alright, stop struggling. Your internal qi was disrupted by that old man just now. The more you move, the worse it gets!"
He then sent out his silver needles, treating An Ye's injuries.
Chen Fan said, "I hope that by saving you, this conflict can come to an end!"
Hearing this, An Ye frowned slightly, increasingly feeling that Chen Fan was unfathomable.
So young, yet possessing such wisdom... Unknowingly, An Ye found herself captivated by Chen Fan.
Her beautiful eyes fixed on Chen Fan, she suddenly said, "You're different from others!"
When Chen Fan noticed An Ye's gaze, he shuddered, "Don't even think about having any ideas about me!"
"I won't fall for your tricks!"
One moment An Ye thought Chen Fan was steady and sensible, and a person with a broad mind, but the next, he had completely broken character.
"Heh heh..." An Ye snorted displeasuredly and said no more. However, her beautiful eyes were still fixed on Chen Fan. She had to admit, this guy was quite handsome.
Half an hour later.
Chen Fan withdrew the needles and said, "Alright, you can leave now!"
An Ye, lying there, showed no intention of leaving, "Aren't I beautiful? Don't I have a good figure?"
"Beautiful! Good!" Chen Fan replied.
"Then why aren't you taking advantage of my weakened state?" An Ye said without mincing words, stunning Chen Fan into staring wide-eyed. He retorted impatiently, "Are you sick?"
"You're a King, how can you say something like that?" Chen Fan complained.
An Ye was quite frank, "In front of you, I am nothing! How about we have a chat?"
Chen Fan scoffed, "What's there to chat about?"