Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 1507 - Cao Zhengyang

“You’re finally willing to make a move? I’ve been waiting for you!”

The sudden emergence of the large hand didn’t make Chen Fan panic, as he had anticipated it. He raised his hand and thrust his sword forward.

Bang!

The sword’s light pierced the giant hand, tearing through it and pulverizing it in a flash.

Simultaneously, Chen Fan grabbed at the void with his left hand. The space exploded by the inch, and immortal light swept out from the void, blocking Chen Fan’s grasp.

The immortal light shook violently, erasing the hand Chen Fan had summoned.

“I’ve underestimated you. I didn’t expect you to notice me so quickly.”

The immortal light dissipated, revealing himself. There was no sorrow or joy on his face, seemingly unaffected by the fact that his sudden attack had failed to kill Chen Fan.

“He is... Cao Zhengyang!”

“The traitor of the Cao Clan, Cao Zhengyang!”

In the distance, several voices cried out in recognition.

The Cao Clan, a mere third-rate family in Chang’an City, could only boast a highest-level cultivator in the third-level Immortal Platform realm. But over a hundred years ago, a true prodigy was born: Cao Zhengyang. In less than a century, he rose to the Void Immortal level, and his immortal ascension tribulation was just a matter of time.

The clan staked everything on him, fueling their hopes for a greater future.

But then, disaster struck: Cao Zhengyang, smitten with a woman from the demon spirit race, faced fierce opposition from his clan. Determined to wrench them apart, the Cao Clan secretly sent assassins for the demon spirit maiden.

The aftermath? Cao Zhengyang, consumed by rage, abandoned his family, disappearing completely.

“Heavens, I just received word that the Cao Clan was wiped out half a day ago!”

“Hiss, hiss. Cao Zhengyang must have done it.”

Chen Fan looked at Cao Zhengyang. He looked ordinary and young. However, his aura was very powerful. His immortal mark was ten times as thick as Gui Yijian and the others’.

He was a third-level Immortal Platform realm expert; he belonged to its upper tier.

Chen Fan narrowed his eyes slightly. He had long since sensed that Cao Zhengyang was hiding within the void. Now that he had revealed himself, Chen Fan could sense the dangerous aura he emanated.

Cao Zhengyang gazed at Chen Fan like he was looking at a dead man and said, “Do you want a quick, painless death, or a slow and painful one?”

Chen Fan licked his lips, grinned, and said, “Killing those losers hardly warmed me up. Now that you’ve stepped in, perfect! You’ll be the one to test my true strength.”

“You’re an arrogant one.” Cao Zhengyang didn’t show any change in expression. He calmly said, “Killing a few losers sure made you think you’re invincible.”

“How would I know if I don’t try?”

“Hmph, then I’ll show you the strength of a third-level Immortal Platform realm.” Cao Zhengyang’s tone was cold. He stepped forward, causing heaven and earth to rumble. Endless primeval qi of heaven and earth swept over as his palm grabbed violently in Chen Fan’s direction.

“Hand of Heaven Assimilation!”

Immediately, five black holes appeared around Chen Fan.

Those were the fingertips of five fingers collapsing upon him. The primeval qi of heaven and earth erupted violently, and the laws were being severed.

This strike alone could crush eight to ten second-level Immortal Platform experts.

“Break!” Chen Fan shouted. Law power surged as a slash swept horizontally through the air, destroying the five black holes. In an instant, the area returned to calm as if nothing had happened.

Chen Fan called out, “Show me what you’re really capable of. If you think such strength could subdue me, you’re dreaming. Don’t disgrace third-level Immortal Platform experts everywhere.”

“Hoho, good, good, good. I underestimated you!”

Cao Zhengyang’s unreadable face finally lit with a keen light. A blade flashed into his grasp, thrusting, with viper-like agility, straight for Chen Fan’s throat. Lightning crackled, a thunderous force field descending from above, causing everyone to sway as if they were floating.

The silhouette of a lightning god manifested behind Cao Zhengyang and erupted with lightning domains, all of which poured into his sword technique.

This strike could both destroy a world and rebirth a new one.

“What a terrifying attack. Where was Cao Zhengyang these hundred years, and what fortune befell him? He’s grown strong enough to ravage his own clan!”

Brilliant light shone in people’s eyes when they saw this strike.

Rumble!

Chen Fan swept out with both fists, golden power erupting like twin stars, a veil of lightning flashing through his thoughts as he awkwardly met the attack head-on.

The fists and sword collided in mid-air. In the blink of an eye, they exchanged hundreds of moves.

Swoosh!

The two lightning-like figures separated.

Chen Fan’s hair flew wildly as he stood in the air with his fists clenched tightly. His aura swirled, and fist Dao martial intent manifested behind him.

That punch—a spark giving birth to a newborn art—had emerged like inspiration itself: rough, wild, but powerfully his own creation.

Meanwhile, Cao Zhengyang, a third-level Immortal Platform realm expert, swayed more than ten times before standing firmly in the air. After stopping, his sword shook, causing the air to explode. Countless bolts of lightning burst forth, all of which converged upon him.

“Good, good, good. No wonder you could slay eight immortals in the blink of an eye. I didn’t expect you to be this strong. Let me ask you, what is that first technique you just performed? Why does it seem so awkward, yet is bursting with power? I bet it’s unfinished, isn’t it?”

Chen Fan smirked. “You see right through me. No harm telling you: I made it up. Just now, a flash of genius. Still working out the kinks..

Cao Zhengyang turned furious. “Bullshit, you’re just a brat who has just become immortal. How could you possibly create such a powerful fist technique? You must be bluffing to make yourself look better, am I right?”

“It’s up to you whether to believe me or not.” Chen Fan rolled his eyes.

“Hmph.” Cao Zhengyang snorted coldly, channeling more and more power into his sword. “Earlier, I only displayed thirty percent of my strength. You should be proud that you managed to block it, because not many third-level Immortal Platform realm experts could take on thirty percent of my power.”

“Nonsense.” Chen Fan scoffed, “I used only ten percent of my strength earlier. It’s not bad that you managed to block it.”

Cao Zhengyang’s gaze turned so cold it could kill with a glance.

“Die!”