Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 1417 - Wipe Out the Apex Mystic Alliance
One person.
Ten people.
Chen Fan killed a person with every single step he took, and he had taken ten steps so far. No one could stop him.
“Ahhh.”
Screams rolled over the Apex Mystic Alliance’s base, hair-raising and hopeless. People who’d once thought they could overwhelm him now watched their optimism die faster than their allies.
“Bastard, go to hell!” Murong Yunhai roared furiously and hurled heavenly monuments that shook the sky. Chen Fan met them with a single swing, cleaving them in half as if cutting tofu.
“Annihilate!”
Sun He’s eyes also turned bloodshot. His hands were like lightning as he sent palm strikes at Chen Fan with a mighty momentum.
“Thunderclap Palm!”
“Petty trick!” Chen Fan counterattacked with a palm strike of his own, answering with a Hand of Demon. Space exploded where the palms met, crackling like a string of firecrackers.
Chen Fan rushed toward a half-immortal realm expert. This person immediately knelt down in horror and begged for mercy, his usual high-and-mighty attitude nowhere to be seen.
“No, don’t kill me!”
Chi!
Begging didn’t work. Chen Fan’s sword flashed. It was over.
Some people turned to flee.
“Quickly run! He’s a devil, a devil wicked beyond redemption!”
They were scared out of their minds by Chen Fan’s massacre. If this continued, they would all die under Chen Fan’s sword. Nobody wanted to die, but Chen Fan wanted to spare none.
Chi, chi, chi.
Sword qi chased them down, tearing through the sky and turning escape into a brief, brutal end.
Someone realized that they couldn’t escape and immediately charged at Chen Fan crazily with bloodshot eyes.
“Bastard! You’ll die a terrible death! I’ll fight you to the death!”
Chi.
Chen Fan flickered past like a streak of gold. A heartbeat later, his foe hung frozen in the air, a bloody hole between his brows.
Shi Kai also charged toward him, holding a heavy ax. He brought down the axe violently.
“Bastard, pay for my younger brother’s life!”
“You can give him company in hell.” Chen Fan’s icy voice rang in Shi Kai’s ears, sending a chill down his spine. Then, Shi Kai felt a stabbing pain in his neck. His eyes widened as he struggled to breathe.
Suddenly, Murong Yunhai appeared in the sky above Chen Fan, and he pressed down with a palm strike, unleashing a force that could suppress the heavens.
Monuments of stone and scripture bloomed across the sky, their carved characters blazing with the will of the Great Dao. They spun around Chen Fan, sealing him in place like a cage of gods.
“Alliance Leader, hurry!” Murong Yunhai roared.
Sun He’s eyes flickered. Golden lightning tore open the sky, spears forming and fusing into one colossal divine spear. Wrapped in a storm of lightning, it plunged downward, the kind of strike meant to end worlds.
Heaven and earth rumbled as the golden divine spear arrived, violently descending on Chen Fan, who was trapped among the heavenly monuments.
Rumble!
The golden divine spear pierced Chen Fan.
Sun He, Murong Yunhai, and the others revealed a faint smile. Did they succeed in killing Chen Fan?
However...
Bang, bang, bang!
Just as everyone thought Chen Fan had died from this attack, the towering monuments shattered like brittle glass, exploding piece by piece. And the golden divine spear, meant to pierce Chen Fan, ground to a halt, blocked by a power they had never imagined.
No—Chen Fan hadn’t blocked the divine spear. He had caught it. With his bare hand.
“What?”
Sun He’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
“The power’s decent,” Chen Fan said lightly, “but still not enough.”
Then, with a casual flick, he hurled the golden spear back.
Rumble!
The spear flew like an arrow, shattering the void as it produced a thunderous rumble, akin to the roar of a god.
In an instant, Sun He felt his hair stand on end. An aura of death shrouded him.
He watched as the golden divine spear flew toward him like a golden thunderbolt, growing larger in his eyes as it approached. The spear seemed to have locked onto his soul, giving him the feeling that he would not escape death even if he fled to outer space.
“Roar!” Sun He let out a furious roar. Law power erupted wildly from him as he tried to block the attack.
Meanwhile, Chen Fan had already moved on. In a flash, he was in front of Murong Yunhai, sword raised. The Sky Breaking Sword gleamed like the reaper’s scythe.
Murong Yunhai was scared out of his wits. His legs went soft, and he couldn’t move, frozen in fear from the aura of death.
“No, I’m a pride of heaven of the Murong Clan...”
“I know, but you still have to die!”
Puchi!
The blade slid through Murong Yunhai. His vitality drained like water from a cracked jar, leaving him weak and fading.
“Ah!”
Suddenly, a miserable scream rang out. Sun He was still clinging to the golden spear, hands shredded into bloody pulp as it drove into him. The throw’s force was monstrous; resistance was futile. The spear nailed him against the sky like an insect on a board.
His agony didn’t last long. A cold flash swept past his neck: Chen Fan’s sword again. Sun His head flew free, his body still twitching in the air.
Puchi!
Chi, chi, chi.
Murong Yunhai and Sun He, the two heavy-hitters, were dead. No one left could match Chen Fan. In moments, he cut through the rest, leaving only Murong Ting, who had soiled himself, trembling alone.
“Now, Murong Ting, who can save you?”
Chen Fan walked over, taking each step deliberately.
“I...”
Murong Ting’s mouth went dry.
Memories of earlier insults crawled through his head; regret arrived too late. If only he hadn’t provoked Chen Fan. But there was no if.
Chen Fan couldn’t be bothered with talking nonsense. The Sky Breaking Sword pierced Murong Ting’s head.
Puchi.
There was nothing to say.
Since he tried to kill Chen Fan, he should be prepared to be killed in return.
In the Immortal Conferral Ancient Realm, luck ran out for men like Murong Ting and Murong Yunhai. Immortal wills could not intervene here.
