Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 1508 - Void Invincibility Art

Cao Zhengyang’s gaze turned so cold that he could kill someone with a glance.

“You think I’m joking? How dare you provoke me! No one in heaven or on earth can save you now. Not even an Immortal Emperor! Kneel before I kill you!”

Rumble!

Thunderous sword light materialized into layers of lightning mountains, crashing down with monumental force. The strike wasn’t sharp but rather majestic, like the king of countless ancient divine peaks bearing down on Chen Fan, trying to force him to his knees.

Chen Fan looked up to the sky and soared upward, unleashing several golden fist techniques.

Each stream of fist force was like a dragon, winding and twisting, each ripple of fist force twisting like a dragon: wild, powerful, and relentless, smashing through the ranks of lightning mountains.

With every collision, a lightning mountain would explode on the spot.

Swish.

Chen Fan moved like lightning and shattered the lightning mountains with his fist force. He arrived in front of Cao Zhengyang and unleashed a punch, annihilating all arts.

He had begun his counterattack.

Earlier, when fighting Gui Yijian and the others, he had only been honing himself, adapting his immense strength after his recent advancement. He never brought his true strength.

Now that he was facing Cao Zhengyang, a third-level Immortal Platform expert, he had found the perfect opponent.

“Fighting back, huh?” Cao Zhengyang flashed a cold smile. “Sadly, this bit of strength is not enough. If you had spent a bit longer cultivating and reached the second level, maybe you’d have a chance. But right now... be suppressed!"

Although Cao Zhengyang was speaking, his attacks didn’t slow down in the slightest. With a sword in hand, he struck left and right unpredictably, stabbing into the void.

Each thrust manifested a lightning mountain, densely packing the sky, blocking Chen Fan’s advance and pressing down relentlessly.

His sword technique was unhurried, like he was taking a stroll in the courtyard and enjoying the scenery, but his sword qi grew increasingly fierce.

Every thrust was aimed at Chen Fan’s vitals. Each swing had the power to reverse time, shatter the void, and birth it anew a thousand times.

Crackle!

Divine light burst from the lightning mountains, forming an array that magnified their might; electric arcs crackled and flashed, a symphony of energy.

“You think this is enough to stop me?”

Chen Fan fearlessly pushed his way forward like a tank, relying on his incredibly powerful physique. “I also know about sword arts.”

Before his voice faded, several fierce sword intents burst forth from Chen Fan as he strode forward imposingly. Sword light filled every corner, slashing through the lightning mountains with authority.

“Hmph! Showing off before a master.” Cao Zhengyang snorted in disdain as he shook his palm again.

Countless thunderous sword lights formed a net of lightning as if it could shroud the myriad realms within.

Chen Fan shook. He was the most confident in the power of his physique and his fists. Although his mastery of the Dao of swords wasn’t shallow, it was far inferior to Cao Zhengyang's.

Even after burning immense energy to execute the Sacred Spirit Sword Scripture, a higher-tier art than Cao Zhengyang’s, the technique was still less effective, unable to pierce the tightening net of lightning.

“Fine, fine, watch how I break your sword technique.”

Chen Fan’s combat strength erupted, golden light blazed from him like a god descending, and with a single punch, he unleashed unrivaled might.

New inspiration struck him: ideas began to form for a powerful, uniquely royal martial art. With purpose and direction, he could seize this moment to perfect it.

Terrifying power gathered and turned into a torrent, a river, a world, resonating with heaven and earth. Chen Fan struck, shattering layer after layer of the lightning net in an instant.

A human silhouette appeared on his immortal platform and began evolving, a tiny Chen Fan. It was comprehending the Dao that allowed for the creation of an earth-shatteringly powerful fist art.

Boom, boom, boom!

Chen Fan burned numerous immortal stones to fuel the creation of his new technique, causing his energy consumption to skyrocket. The law power inside him drained rapidly, gone in moments, but the force he wielded was unstoppable.

Hum!

The terrifying fist force broke through countless barriers and arrived before Cao Zhengyang.

His hair flew wildly, and his clothes fluttered loudly to the wind, seemingly about to be sent flying by Chen Fan with a punch.

“Damn it, how dare you use me as a practice dummy. You’re courting death!” Cao Zhengyang’s face turned frosty.

He saw through Chen Fan’s intention almost instantly. This was a show of complete disregard towards him, a third-level Immortal Platform realm expert.

Facing the oncoming stream of fist force, Cao Zhengyang didn’t panic at all, as if everything was within his expectations and calculations.

He moved his sword, hiding it behind his back, and extended a hand out, spreading his fingers wide.

Immediately, a void corridor appeared in his palm, stretching across the horizon like a waterfall, like an immortal bridge that connected the mortals and immortals.

Suddenly, no matter how Chen Fan attacked, he could not reach Cao Zhengyang.

“Hmm? Your martial art is very interesting. It carves out a void, redirecting my attacks and leaving me powerless to hurt you. Impressive. Very impressive.”

A hint of brilliant light shone in Chen Fan’s eyes, seemingly discovering the subtleties of Cao Zhengyang’s immortal art nearly at once, and he couldn’t help but offer praise.

“Oh? How truly expected. You saw through the profundity of my ‘Void Invincibility Art’ at a glance. Not bad at all, but it’s useless even if you saw through it, as there’s no way to break it.”

He’d obtained the technique through a miraculous chance: this martial art meant one could always stay undefeated, becoming the ruler of the void, absorbing endless attacks without letting them near.

“Is that so?” Chen Fan replied, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

The Void Invincibility Art was indeed very powerful, but to claim that it had no weakness was definitely an overstatement.

Nothing was truly unbreakable.

If one couldn’t break through their opponent’s divine art, it only meant that they were not strong enough.

For example, if an Immortal King realm expert took action, all of Cao Zhengyang’s martial arts would be useless, as a strike from the Immortal King realm expert would directly smash through the void space he had carved out.

Chen Fan continued throwing out punches; simultaneously, he opened his Eye of Breaking Deception to find a flaw in this divine art.

He discovered a layer of distortion in the space in front of Cao Zhengyang. That was the void space he had carved out. The streams of fist force he had unleashed were all directed here.

This void space wasn’t large, but it could fully absorb the power Chen Fan unleashed, making it impossible for him to hurt Cao Zhengyang in the slightest. No wonder Cao Zhengyang was so confident.

With this martial art alone, if the opponent lacked a countermeasure, Cao Zhengyang could stay invincible, slowly wearing down even those above his level, fighting them to exhaustion.