Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 1475 - Ninth Test

The void ancient road reappeared once more.

Chen Fan’s eyes flashed like lightning as he stepped forward. He wanted to see how many tests lay ahead on this ancient road, and who could stop him.

He overcame trial after trial, encountering terrifying primordial beasts one after another, each stronger than the last. By the end, even Chen Fan found himself flustered, struggling to fend off their relentless attacks.

Eight times in a row, he struck down those ancient fiends.

And now, for the ninth, he stood once again upon the void battle arena, waiting for the next beast to descend.

Facing such tests, Chen Fan was left in awe.

Across the entire Heavenly Realm, not many prodigies could pass these tests. If emperor-level figures stepped onto this starry sky ancient road, would the beasts that appeared match their level? How terrifying would that be!

A terrifying runic light flickered in the void world's sky. Streams of incomparably tyrannical aura swept down.

Faint, terrifying runes struck down like lightning. An astonishing might of annihilation spread out, and Chen Fan felt a terrifying crisis approaching.

Nine was the ultimate number. Would this ninth test be the ultimate test of this ancient road?

If that were true, how terrifying would this test be?

The ferocious might that was brewing descended, causing Chen Fan’s expression to turn incomparably solemn.

The seventh and eighth tests were already extremely threatening to him.

If he hadn’t undergone the baptism of the Sacred Radiance, he would have already been defeated during the seventh or eighth test.

The seventh and eighth trials had already pushed him to his limits; had he not been baptized in the Sacred Radiance, he would have fallen long ago.

In an instant, golden light shone from Chen Fan. His power surged, and his qi and blood inside crashed like a river.

Although the test was challenging, he felt especially excited. His qi and blood boiled over, as his fighting spirit erupted continuously.

Facing the ninth test, Chen Fan’s cells trembled in excitement.

An earth-shaking roar came from inside Chen Fan. It was as if he had turned into a terrifying beast himself, emanating an extremely frightening aura.

Chen Fan raised his head, looking at the void. It seemed as if the sky had turned crimson, and a great disaster was about to descend. Destructive lightning kept striking down, and a diagram vaguely emerged.

At the end of the void world, a supreme great demon from the primordial era was about to descend.

The diagram gradually became clearer. Blinding light rays cascaded down. An even more threatening aura shrouded Chen Fan. Then, he saw a burst of blinding golden light.

An unrivaled great demon descended like a golden lightning bolt. It appeared before Chen Fan in an instant and attacked so swiftly that Chen Fan couldn’t even see the attack clearly.

Too fast!

It was swift!

Chen Fan could only unleash an attack with his instincts.

A terrifying collision rang out. Chen Fan flew back, letting out a dull groan. He felt as if all his bones had turned into powder.

The force behind the attack astonished him, and that wasn’t the end of it.

Another blinding flash erupted; that supreme ferocious might struck again, even faster than before, leaving Chen Fan no time to defend.

He roared, unleashing boundless strength. A light of sacred spirit erupted in the void, transforming into an earth-shattering sword strike that sliced through it.

An explosion rang out, shaking the heavens. Chen Fan was pushed back again.

But this time, the unrivaled great demon was also pushed back, hovering in the sky. For the first time, Chen Fan saw it clearly.

Its entire body gleamed with pure, resplendent gold, untouched by carving or impurity. Golden wings unfurled, refracting light in a storm of brilliance; each feather was sharper than a blade, capable of cutting through the heavens themselves. As it slowly flapped its wings, countless blades of golden light whirled outward, sweeping across the void in a radiant, deadly storm.

Its claws, too, were cast from pure gold. The only part of its body that wasn’t gleaming was its pair of wild, black eyes that stole one’s breath, brimming with overwhelming ferocious might.

Golden-winged roc!

Chen Fan was shaken inside.

The golden-winged roc was the strongest of all rocs. Even he had once cultivated a technique born from observing its movements. Yet that technique was merely a shadow, an imitation derived from glimpsing a true golden roc.

Even so, every type of roc technique was astonishingly terrifying. One could imagine how mighty a real golden-winged roc was.

After all, a golden-winged roc was a divine bird, a divine beast. It was an existence on par with real dragons and phoenixes.

And the one before him now was no imitation: it was a true golden roc great demon, possessing the purest bloodline, the most flawless physique, and the original divine arts of its kind—the authentic, primordial roc technique.

Dazzling starlight erupted from Chen Fan, turning into starry phenomena that swirled and transformed, then pressed down fiercely.

The golden-winged roc flapped its wings. Immediately, rays of golden light shot out fiercely from its wings like sharp golden swords.

Its fierce eyes showed no emotions. Attacks that could annihilate ordinary ninth-stage half-immortals shattered before they could even reach it.

An unrivaled sharpness shot out from the golden-winged roc’s wild, icy eyes. It shot forth once more; despite using the Wings of Rain Dragon, Chen Fan could not match its speed.

Fierce clattering noises rang out. The golden-winged roc’s feathers slashed toward Chen Fan’s waist.

The terrifying golden light seemed to tear through the void itself. Even though Chen Fan’s Hegemonic Golden Body had already reached level 53, he would be cut open if this attack landed on him.

Chen Fan retreated frantically. Simultaneously, he unleashed a flurry of attacks with both hands, unleashing streams of devastating attacks that swept toward the golden-winged roc like a flood.

However, with each flap of the roc’s wings, Chen Fan’s attacks were sliced through like butter or tofu.

The roc’s wings were like the sharpest weapon in the world that could shatter everything.

The golden-winged roc kept pressing forward, flapping its wings. Rays of golden light formed a golden storm, tearing forth.

Chen Fan retreated frantically, his gaze fixed on the wings ahead that shredded everything in their path as they drew closer, like a vortex, his expression grim. This attack would never cease unless he could shatter the divine feathers.

Overwhelming sword qi surged from Chen Fan. He unleashed a hundred-thousand-feet-long sword light with his palm. It tore its way forward like the first ray of light that split heaven and earth, stabbing toward the sharp wings ahead.

However, the golden light vortex tore apart the sharp swords. Sharp, ear-piercing noises whistled through the air.

All the attacks Chen Fan had unleashed were shredded. He couldn’t stop the golden-winged roc in the slightest.

Meanwhile, Chen Fan made use of the force of the collision and retreated frantically. If he were caught in the storm, he would be shredded apart no matter how tough his physique was.

There was no path to victory in a contest of sharpness; nor could he match its speed. The ninth trial was simply too monstrous, too far beyond reason.