Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 1501 - Despair, Hope
Rumble!
A lightning general charged up to Chen Fan, riding a towering steed, trampling and crushing the void with an unstoppable momentum. His halberd was like an azure dragon, tearing through the air and producing a sharp roar as it headed straight for Chen Fan’s face.
Chen Fan had the Eight Treasures Universe Cauldron over his head, shielding him from the downpour of heavenly weapons. In his grip, he wielded a sword of law, forged entirely from his boundless sword intent. He swung it forward, shattering the void in his path.
Bang!
The two attacks collided in the air. Countless threads of law were severed in an instant, erupting with blinding immortal light.
Chen Fan’s law sword shattered, and the impact knocked him back, flying into the army of lightning troops. Meanwhile, the warhorse beneath the lightning general also exploded with a mournful neigh.
Before Chen Fan could steady himself, countless attacks immediately rushed toward him, aiming to tear him into pieces. He immediately spread his Wings of Rain Dragon and weaved his way through the lightning troops, relying on his movement technique.
Bang, bang, bang!
His wings were sharper than any blade. The lightning troops he passed were cleanly bisected at the waist, dissolving into roaring thunderclouds.
“Neigh.”
Another lightning general charged in, his warhorse galloping through the storm as he thrust his halberd forward, aiming for Chen Fan’s head. Chen Fan retaliated with a backhanded slash, causing a massive explosion.
The fierce wind formed from the immense energy slammed into Chen Fan. He was sent flying like a kite with its string cut and crashed into countless lightning troops, killing them.
Meanwhile, the lightning general only took a slight step backward.
Chen Fan spun through the storm, flipping hundreds of times before finally halting, crushing the air beneath his feet as he steadied himself once more.
His face had gone deathly pale; blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His right arm hung limp—bones shattered, flesh torn, nerves numb from pain. Even with his monstrous physique, this tribulation was pushing him past the limits of endurance.
Boom!
A deafening wind-breaking noise rang out. The lightning general arrived in front of Chen Fan again, his gaze indifferent. He was simply a machine that only knew slaughter.
His halberd pierced through the air, stabbing Chen Fan.
Rumble!
Chen Fan crashed heavily into the ground, creating a large crater full of cracks. The spear had nailed him to the ground; he looked incredibly miserable.
Swish!
The lightning general tore through the sky and arrived in front of Chen Fan once more. Clenching his fist, he punched violently toward Chen Fan.
A stream of fist force descended like the tide, lightning filling the sky.
Chen Fan raised a hand with difficulty to block this punch.
Boom!
The crater beneath him exploded, deepening into a colossal pit hundreds of meters wide. The earth crumbled, swallowed by the sheer magnitude of the impact.
Crack!
A clear sound of bone snapping rang out, accompanied by the earth-shaking noise of the ground collapsing. Both of Chen Fan’s arms went limp, his strength fading. Agonizing pain tore through him, and it felt as if the heavens were pulling him apart piece by piece.
“Will I die here?” Chen Fan roared.
He stared up at the lightning general charging at him again, the embodiment of heavenly judgment itself. Despair clawed at his heart.
Were the heavens really intent on killing him?
Was it really not giving him the slightest chance at survival?
Why?
Why exactly was that?
“I can’t accept this! I refuse to accept this!” Chen Fan roared crazily.
He had finally come this far after overcoming countless difficulties and facing myriad dangers.
He was filled with ambition, looking forward to the future. He wanted to reach the pinnacle of the martial arts path and become the king of the martial arts world!
He still hadn’t rescued his senior sister, nor had he gone to the Mystical Realm to show what he was capable of and wreak havoc, to contend against countless prides of heaven. How could he die here?
He couldn’t accept it!
He felt angry!
Despair!
In an instant, various emotions surged up from within him. Suddenly, the small golden person in his origin acupoint made its move.
It transformed into a stream of golden light and rushed into Chen Fan’s immortal platform. In an instant, the immortal platform, which had been enduring attacks from countless lightning troops, radiated towering golden light.
Suddenly, a surge of strength welled up inside Chen Fan, warm and clear, like a flowing stream of divine essence. It coursed through his veins, mending torn flesh and knitting shattered bones. In mere seconds, his wounds closed, his strength returned, and the law power within his dantian roared back to life.
“This...”
This sudden turn of events caught Chen Fan off guard, followed by a surge of wild joy. He understood instantly. It was the small golden person.
The small golden person fused with his immortal platform, causing it to turn golden. For an immortal realm cultivator, the immortal platform was the very foundation of their strength. And now, with the Mark of the Gods merged into it, Chen Fan wasn’t just an immortal anymore. He had touched the threshold of divinity.
“Hahahaha, good, good, good. Since the heavens can’t destroy me, I shall shatter the heavens!”
Chen Fan suddenly stomped on the ground and leapt up, dodging the lightning general’s fatal strike.
Simultaneously, he took out the Wheel of Myriad Laws. He no longer cared if the heavenly tribulation grew furious, and let his immortal platform undergo the baptism of the Sacred Radiance.
The crowd below could see nothing. From their perspective, Chen Fan was buried within an army of lightning soldiers, drowning in heavenly wrath. No one believed he could still be alive.
Chen Fan’s immortal platform, already flawless, had now ascended beyond perfection. The fusion with the Mark of the Gods and the sacred radiance had transformed it into something higher, a divine platform shimmering with golden brilliance.
Within the immortal platform, a golden silhouette could be faintly seen executing all kinds of martial arts.
Rumble!
The space roared. Chen Fan felt a strong wind blowing against his face like knives. A terrifying fist blasted toward him like a thunderous meteorite.
A fierce light flashed across Chen Fan’s eyes. He didn’t retreat or dodge. Instead, he met it head-on with a punch of his own.
“Break!”
Endless power was being produced inside him like a flood, erupting through his arm in an instant.
Rumble!
The two fists connected. This time, Chen Fan didn’t budge an inch. Instead, the lightning general, the same one who had crushed him earlier, was sent hurtling backward, his arm blown apart into a thousand sparks.
“Hahahahaha!” Chen Fan roared with laughter.
For the first time!
For the first time, he felt exhilarated.
The frustrations he had endured earlier were vented all at once.
The Mark of the Gods had given him hope, healing his injuries and restoring his law power.
He could clearly sense that he had grown stronger. His Hegemonic Golden Body had reached level 55, becoming on par with mid-grade immortal artifacts.
In the blink of an eye, his strength had soared by more than ten times.
“It’s time to counterattack!”
Chen Fan’s confidence soared, and his boiling blood surged, charging forth like a ferocious beast.
