Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 1462 - Unrivaled Ferocious Might

Too fast.

In less than a second Chen Fan robbed Su Hao of all signs of vitality, killing a ninth-stage half-immortal.

Having just regained their footing, Hong Cheng and the others saw Su Hao crashing into the ground like a meteorite, no longer showing any signs of life.

All of a sudden, they felt their scalps tingling.

“Damn it, you killed Su Hao!”

Hong Cheng and the others were in disbelief.

That was a ninth-stage half-Immortal realm expert. How could he be killed so easily?

Even someone as powerful as Ji Lanshan couldn’t do that.

“So what if I killed him? You three will go down and meet him very soon,” Chen Fan said indifferently.

Ordinary ninth-stage half-Immortals now seemed like weaklings to him. Perhaps only experts like Ji Lanshan could hold on for a little longer against him.

He hadn’t wasted the past year. After digesting the Heaven Interception Great Emperor’s legacy, his comprehension of the martial Dao had reached new heights.

The legacy of a quasi-Saint could make even an average talent soar to the heavens in a single leap; for someone like Chen Fan, whose aptitude rivaled that of a Sage’s descendant, the results were nothing short of terrifying.

Gaining the Heaven Interception Great Emperor’s legacy was like adding a pair of wings to a tiger for Chen Fan. A year of cultivation for Chen Fan was equal to decades of hard work for others; his strength grew visibly day by day.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call him the undisputed number one figure in the Immortal Conferral Ancient Realm.

Had it not been for his search for the divine object needed to cleanse and refine his immortal platform, Chen Fan would have long since left the realm to begin his breakthrough.

The Heaven Interception Great Emperor’s legacy taught him that the effect of the grade of one’s immortal platform was simply too great. If he cast an ordinary-grade immortal platform, his chances of advancing to the Immortal King realm would be slim to none unless he stumbled upon some miraculous encounter.

And Chen Fan’s goal wasn’t just to become an Immortal Platform expert or an Immortal Emperor. Even becoming a Sage wasn’t his end goal.

He wanted to be a God.

He sought the true pinnacle of the martial Dao: the realm of the “Gods” of the primordial era. Yet, even that, he suspected, might not be the end; after all, the Dao had no limits.

During this foundational phase, he knew he had to build his base with absolute stability; otherwise, every step on the path ahead would become unbearably difficult.

Thus, he would rather spend more time in the Immortal Conferral Ancient Realm to search for the divine object that could cleanse and refine his immortal platform, and to make his final preparations for the next great leap.

Given his current accumulations, his breakthrough to the Immortal Platform realm was guaranteed. His chances of casting an emperor-grade immortal platform realm were also very high. However, Chen Fan’s ambitions did not stop there; he wanted to cast the supreme, sage-grade immortal platform.

“I’ll send you on your way!”

Chen Fan’s figure flashed once more.

He had no patience to waste on a swarm of buzzing flies; though they posed no real threat, their persistence was irritating.

In an instant, Chen Fan arrived in front of Lǚ Santong. Startled, Lǚ Santong’s expression shifted sharply as he thrust out his palm. A metal disk materialized in his hand, glowing as law power surged through it; the disk expanded rapidly, radiating an aura that seemed utterly indestructible.

Thump!

Chen Fan’s fist struck the metal disk, leaving an imprint on it, and that surprised even him. He was aware of the might of his punch; it could shatter even a low-grade immortal artifact. Yet this disk, forged from some unknown material, had merely been dented. That alone spoke volumes about its extraordinary nature.

Still, the force of the punch reached Lǚ Santong through the metal disk. The impact shook him, blood gushing from his mouth as he struggled to stay upright.

“It’s a waste for something this fine to be in your hands. I’ll be taking it.”

Chen Fan grabbed out with a large hand, seizing the metal disk and severing its connection to Lǚ Santong. Lǚ Santong spewed another mouthful of fresh blood.

Hong Cheng’s expression changed drastically. He immediately let out a furious roar and sprang into motion, rushing to stand in Chen Fan’s way.

“Not good, Mei Changqing, attack quickly! Don’t let him kill Lǚ Santong!”

Hong Cheng struck faster than lightning. His punch fully displayed his absolute strength as the sixth-ranked expert on the Immortal Conferral Leaderboard.

Su Hao had already met a tragic end in Chen Fan’s hands, which was equivalent to them losing an arm. Facing Chen Fan, the pressure was tremendously heavy. If they were to lose Lǚ Santong as well, he and Mei Changqing would be in even greater danger.

The four of them were like grasshoppers on the same rope. It would be disastrous for them if anyone died.

Though Hong Cheng wasn’t quite on the level of Ji Lanshan and the others, his strength was formidable enough to withstand Chen Fan’s strikes. Or so he thought.

In the next instant, Chen Fan vanished. His attack hit nothing but air.

“Not good!”

A feeling of dread rose within Hong Cheng. Before he could even react, Chen Fan reappeared before Mei Changqing, his fist already swinging forward.

Bang!

Mei Changqing roared wildly, sensing death closing in; his life teetered on the edge of oblivion.

“Heavenly King Annihilation Technique!”

At the critical moment, he executed an emperor-tier immortal art and slashed at Chen Fan. Simultaneously, he flickered repeatedly as he tried to escape.

But every move had already been accounted for in Chen Fan’s mind. With a backhanded palm strike, he destroyed the Heavenly King Annihilation Technique and seized Mei Changqing, lifted him effortlessly into the air.

Mei Changqing struggled madly, wrapped in demonic light. He unleashed powerful immortal arts, pouring all his law power into one final bid for freedom; no matter how fiercely he fought, it was utterly useless.

“Die!”

A cruel light flashed in Chen Fan’s eyes. His merciless intent washed over Mei Changqing like ice, causing goose bumps to rise all over.

Hong Cheng was furious. He hadn’t expected that, after he saved Lǚ Santong, Chen Fan would capture Mei Changqing almost instantly.

“Let go of Mei Changqing!”

A sword appeared in Hong Cheng’s grasp. It wasn’t an immortal artifact or a treasure, but a sword condensed from his essence, slightly similar to a law sword.

“Sword of Courage.”

Hong Cheng’s sword took form, and he immediately slashed at Chen Fan.

Gudong.

The heavens seemed to crack open; fractures spread across the sky like a vast spiderweb, and an aura of unyielding courage burst forth with unstoppable momentum.

“Sacred Spirit Sword Scripture.”

A ray of light shot out from Chen Fan’s palm and transformed into a sword. It was the sword technique the brocade youth had used, a powerful sword art from the memories of the Heaven Interception Great Emperor.

The sword qi was like the light of sacred spirits, breaking through everything. It collided with the oncoming Sword of Courage.

Clang!

The Sword of Courage was torn apart in an instant. Chen Fan’s sword of sacred spirit dispersed into pure light, a flawless radiance that swept outward. Mei Changqing—still trapped in Chen Fan’s grasp—was obliterated by the collision, crushed into nothing more than a smear of blood and flesh.