Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 1490 - All Kill

Boom, boom, boom!

With every step Chen Fan took, the void beneath his feet trembled. His aura surged to a greater intensity, like an invincible battle god, and he strode across the sky, shattering everything in his path.

His aura was like a perfect storm, sweeping through the universe.

Chen Fan’s fist displayed overwhelming dominance in the air like an ancient celestial lord. He shone with golden light as boundless power converged in his palm.

Bang!

Xuan Yang’s trio was shaken in the air, feeling as if a universe had crashed into them.

Chen Fan’s aura dissipated their protective law power, and the laws around them seemed to falter.

They had experienced numerous battles, but they had never encountered such an oppressive aura.

“I don’t believe this. This is all fake. None of this is real. You’re already severely injured. All of this is but a ruse!” Xuan Yang roared wildly, unleashing countless palm silhouettes with both hands. He unleashed thousands in rapid succession, like an ancient battle god destroying the pillar of heaven. Primeval qi surged forth, causing the entire universe to sway violently.

However, Chen Fan spread his hands out, covered in endless golden light. Streams of forces gathered and exploded.

Rivers of force converged and detonated; for a brief heartbeat, time distorted—sun and moon flickered as day cycled into night and back, eternity squeezed into an instant. Chen Fan unleashed a punch.

Rumble!

This punch felt like it completely destroyed the millions of ancient divine mountains, blotting out the sun and plunging the Heavenly Realm into eternal darkness. All of Xuan Yang’s large palm seals were shattered.

The crowd saw the Dao diagrams in front of Xuan Yang collapse, the blast sending him flying and spewing blood.

Swish.

Chen Fan appeared at the very spot where Xuan Yang landed. Arms stretched, phantom limbs branching behind him to seize Xuan Yang in an unbreakable grip. No matter how he struggled, Xuan Yang could not budge.

Wan Chengyao’s eyes turned bloodshot. His law power roared and burned fiercely, pouring into the immortal saber in his hand. Next, he unleashed a saber light that stretched across the sky in an instant, illuminating the space.

“Damn it, take this. Soul-Chasing Slash!”

The attack silently arrived behind Chen Fan, aiming to annihilate his mind and soul.

Chen Fan smiled coldly. He raised his hand and unleashed a punch.

“Petty tricks!”

Thump!

The fist collided with the saber light. Cracks spiderwebbed across the immense saber arc, and with a thunderous boom, the soul-chasing light splintered, vanished.

Pfft!

Wan Chengyao spewed a mouthful of blood as he was thrown back, unable to even grip his saber tightly.

Chla!

A ripping sound echoed in his ears as he was knocked back. He saw a streak of black light approaching him at incredible speed, rapidly expanding in his vision and turning into a black spear.

Wan Chengyao sensed the beckoning of the Grim Reaper from the black spear.

“Break, break, break!” Wan Chengyao roared furiously, ignoring his injuries and unleashing law power wildly, sending out slash after slash.

“Eternal Downfall!” Xie Qingjin roared.

Two trails of blood tears went down his face. A terrifying aura swept out, and a streak of hazy, black light shot out, shrouding Chen Fan.

Many scenes appeared within that black light, trying to trap Chen Fan within for eternity.

“Eternal Inanimation!”

But Chen Fan, unfazed, stood tall within the darkness. Waves of damnation washed over him, yet he remained untouched. Instead, Xuan Yang, still bound, shrieked in agony.

“Break!”

In a split second, golden light erupted violently from Chen Fan. The damning shadows evaporated, obliterated like frost at sunrise.

“Ahhh!” Xie Qingjin screamed in agony. His eyes exploded, turning him blind. His eye sockets became hollow, with fresh blood streaming out of them.

“My eyes! My eyes!”

Chen Fan broke through Xie Qingjin’s Eternal Downfall and walked out unscathed. Meanwhile, the captured Xuan Yang had long since lost his bearings under the effects of Eternal Downfall.

Chen Fan’s true primeval hand tore Xuan Yang into pieces, reducing him into a rain of blood and bits of flesh.

He didn’t absorb the memories of Xuan Yang and the others. Given these people’s extraordinary statuses, if he absorbed their memories, Sage Xuan might deduce the happenings and curse Chen Fan across space, killing him.

“It’s time to end this!” Chen Fan roared. He strode forth imposingly and threw out another punch with great vigor, blasting towards Xie Qingjin.

Although Xie Qingjin was blinded, his divine will could still perceive everything. He unleashed a torrent of martial arts, but his attacks were pushed back repeatedly by Chen Fan’s fist.

Rumble!

Xie Qingjin’s defenses and secret arts detonated under the onslaught. The space itself surged like a colossal wave, battering Xie Qingjin and shattering his last protections.

Poof, poof, poof.

The terrifying stream of fist force rushed into Xie Qingjin, exploding inside him and rampaging wildly. Immediately, Xie Qingjin swelled like a balloon and exploded with a loud boom.

The crowd fell silent in fear at the sight.

Xuan Yang and Xie Qingjin had both died. The very masterminds of the plot against Chen Fan, both prodigious ninth-stage Half-Immortals, ranked among the top five on the leaderboard and descendants of mighty Sages. They ruled the Immortal Conferral Ancient Realm, basked in boundless glory, yet Chen Fan crushed them like ants.

This felt like a dream to the crowd.

Now, only Wan Chengyao remained: ranked seventh, maybe not the absolute strongest, but formidable.

As he saw his allies die so gruesomely, every trace of color left Wan Chengyao’s face. He trembled, unable to believe it. All his careful preparations, all their deadly stratagems, were wiped out by Chen Fan.

Now, he was the only one left standing.

Why did things end up like this?

How could there be such a powerful existence below the immortal realm?

Even the brocade youth in the Heaven Interception Great Emperor’s tomb wasn’t this powerful.

He looked up, watching Chen Fan approaching him. It was as if he were not a person, but a ferocious beast, a killing god.

He was overwhelmed with regret.

He regretted falling for Xuan Yang and Xie Qingjin’s instigation and participating in the hunt for Chen Fan. Why did he have to come and throw his life away?

“I...”

Wan Chengyao wanted to beg for mercy, but Chen Fan swung his sword, sending his head flying into his air.

The crowd in the distance felt their hearts squeezing violently when they saw Wan Chengyao, the final man standing, slain with a single swing of the sword.

Dead.

They all died.

Thirteen ninth-stage half-immortals perished in one day. This was unprecedented in the history of the Immortal Conferral Ancient Realm, and it was unlikely to be repeated.

After killing Wan Chengyao, the unstoppable Chen Fan suddenly lost all momentum. He spewed blood repeatedly, his vigorous aura declining to the extreme.

The distant crowd’s eyes narrowed at the sight. Some of them even showed a strange glint in their eyes.

However, no one ultimately risked making a move.