Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 1484 - Descent of the Grim Reaper

“Is he still human? How could he be so terrifyingly powerful!”

“With power like that, could he really still be beneath the Immortal realm? Is his cultivation honestly only peak Void Immortal?”

“The feeling he gives me is like... a grim reaper.”

Countless gazes fell on Chen Fan. Even at a distance, his rampaging aura sent a chill through their hearts.

Xuan Yang and the others’ faces turned ashen.

They’d already considered Chen Fan a monster and prepared thoroughly, gathering a squad of twelve ninth-stage Half-Immortals, a force even an Immortal Platform expert might hesitate to face.

Yet, barely into the battle, three were already dead. They had been killed by Chen Fan before they could even resist. The others couldn’t provide any support either.

A slap to the face!

Shame!

Anger!

Various emotions surged in their hearts.

All their careful schemes looked, in Chen Fan’s eyes, like clown tricks. Used to glory and lofty status, none of these glorious prodigies had ever been so thoroughly embarrassed.

“Damn it, I don’t believe this!”

Wan Chengyao suddenly swung his saber, compressing his stride and launching a surprise attack.

A series of immortal arts came together to form an absolute killing move, blasting out toward Chen Fan. His immortal saber let out a cry, erupting with a terrifying aura that could destroy heaven and earth.

“Swing of Judgment!”

The crowd in the distance was shocked.

The Swing of Judgment wasn’t just famed—it was fear itself, spoken of in whispers. At its peak, it could double its user’s strength. In that instant, it seemed Wan Chengyao had manifested two of himself to attack at full power in an instant.

He was ranked seventh on the Immortal Conferral Leaderboard, rivaling even talents like Ji Lanshan. Now, with doubled force, his attack soared to the realm of the true top-tier ninth-stage half-immortal.

But... so what? Against Chen Fan, even genuine top-tier ninth-stage Half-Immortals like Xuan Yang or Xie Qingjin wouldn’t stand a chance.

Countless people across heaven and earth watched this strike. Cracks appeared on the surface of the earth the moment the saber light blossomed; in the crowd, souls shivered as if sliced by the blade itself.

His long hair fluttering to the wind, Chen Fan stood still in the void. Golden light blossomed from him. He was like the Heaven and Earth Furnace, refining the Dao of heaven and earth into one.

His divine will sensed that the saber light was about to reach him. He raised his palm and pointed to the sky.

Saber light howled, engulfing everything—a swirling hell of endless blades surrounded Chen Fan.

However, Chen Fan simply stood there undaunted. His finger fell on the saber; with the power contained in this move, it forcibly halted the saber.

Snap!

A crisp sound rang out.

Next, the saber flew back.

Wan Chengyao emerged and spewed a large mouthful of fresh blood. His complexion turned ghastly pale, his aura now flickering, diminished.

The force in Chen Fan’s finger entered Wan Chengyao through the immortal saber. Secretly, terror seized him, but Chen Fan paid him no heed; he had already moved.

Boom!

A single punch split the void, heaven and earth shaking in its wake; ripples rolled out, carrying deadly force. Sensing the terror of this punch, Wan Chengyao felt as if his soul was about to scatter, and he immediately roared, “Save me!”

The force of Chen Fan’s finger had already inflicted considerable injuries on him. He wasn’t confident he could survive the punch.

“Insolence!”

Naturally, Xuan Yang, Xie Qingjin, and the others could not sit by and watch as Chen Fan killed Wan Chengyao.

After all, Wan Chengyao was much stronger than ordinary ninth-stage half-immortals like Wan Shouyi and Ren Kuangsheng, and was an important fighting force.

In tandem, they unleashed their killer moves, their own storms colliding with Chen Fan’s punch and knocking Wan Chengyao away.

Xuan Yang stared fixedly at Chen Fan, his tone incomparably grave, as he said, “Everyone, there’s no going back for us. His strength had exceeded our expectations. Don’t hold anything back. Fail, and all of us will die in turn!”

Yes.

They had underestimated Chen Fan from the start.

They had never expected Chen Fan to be so despairingly powerful.

It was as if the brocade youth had returned. Facing Chen Fan, ordinary ninth-stage half-immortals were completely powerless to fight back.

Boom!

Before his voice fell, Xuan Yang’s aura surged once more. His powerful sage bloodline roared.

He wasn’t alone. Xie Qingjin and the rest also erupted with their inherited blood, blessings from their ancestors. This boon enabled them to far outstrip their rivals and wield mighty forces.

These nine all had powerful backgrounds, possessing either a Sage or an Immortal Emperor’s bloodline. Otherwise, they could not have entered the Immortal Conferral Ancient Realm and established such powerful forces of their own. In a flash, each of their auras soared, fifty percent stronger, each and every one.

Chen Fan had already driven them into a corner. There was no going back for them.

It was just as Xuan Yang had said. It was kill or be killed.

“Kill!” Xuan Yang shouted fiercely. Law power swept out violently. Upright and inverted Dao diagrams manifested above him, turning the Yin and Yang, and the universe upside down. This was his most powerful method; activated with the addition of his bloodline power, it became even more terrifying.

“Optic Kill!”

Xie Qingjin’s eyes seemed as if they had turned into two black holes at this moment, capable of drawing in a person’s soul. Instant and silent, two beams of pure death streaked from his gaze.

Wan Chengyao, Xiao Shaoyun, and the others also struck one after another.

Even so, Chen Fan’s expression still showed no change. Instead, a faint hint of excitement could be seen in his eyes.

“Bloodline power, huh? I have it too!” Chen Fan laughed out loud. A dragon’s cry boomed out of him, the air shimmering as if a divine dragon coiled around his being, lending him the presence of a true emperor.

“Don’t you all want to take the Wheel of Myriad Laws? Very well, I shall show you its might.”

Facing their ultimate killing moves, Chen Fan activated the Wheel of Myriad Laws.

Rumble!

Xuan Yang and the others’ terrifying attacks bombarded Chen Fan and landed on the Wheel of Myriad Laws.

Yet, as the chaos settled, Chen Fan stood tall, the artifact untouched. None of their attacks or bloodline powers so much as made him or the wheel tremble.

“Now... let the grim reaper descend.”

Chen Fan moved, crossing the void in a blink, targeting his prey.

Huang Zhong’s narrowed gaze was fixed on Chen Fan. That figure reflected in his eyes rapidly expanded, as if the distance between them had shrunk to mere inches.

His whole body burst into flames, transforming him into a flaming battle god. He broke through the force surrounding Chen Fan with the immortal-level Dao flames, moving to devour Chen Fan.