Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 848 - Sent Flying with a Slap

Chen Fan’s words were like a bolt out of the blue. The crowd was shocked, and their minds went blank.

Was this real?

He openly mocked Ye Zimo—calling him a fool—and said he was just toying with him!

Heavens, something big has happened. The sky is about to collapse!

Some of those with weaker cultivation even started trembling from fear.

They had not expected this turn of events.

Chen Fan was messing with Ye Zimo—no, he and the beauty in his arms were clearly in on it together.

The amused smile on that beauty’s face and how she was curled up in Chen Fan’s embrace like a boneless snake, [1] spoke volumes.

They had been playing Ye Zimo from the start, treating him like a pawn in their game.

How could they dare to do this?

Do they not know of Ye Zimo’s background?

Their guts know no limits!

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No one dared to speak. Everyone stared at Ye Zimo, waiting for him to angrily blow up.

As the young patriarch of the Ye Clan, being humiliated so openly was a monumental disgrace—something his pride could never tolerate.

“Bastard, what did you say!” Ye Zimo’s eyes nearly spouted flames.

Although he wasn’t the most powerful young master on Ping Shan Demonic Island, few dared to challenge him—certainly not people like Chen Fan and Xuan Shitong.

Yet here he was, humiliated by these two in front of everyone. It was the greatest insult he’d ever endured, and his fury knew no bounds.

Chen Fan furrowed his brow and said, “Why are you shouting? I’m not like you, my ears are fine.”

The faces of the nearby crowd changed drastically again, filled with horror.

Chen Fan had mocked Ye Zimo again. He was sarcastically saying that Ye Zimo was deaf.

Crazy!

This kid must be crazy.

The crowd looked at Chen Fan like they were looking at a madman.

“Ahhh!” Smoke was rising from the top of Ye Zimo’s head. His gaze was so ferocious that it seemed like he wanted to swallow Chen Fan alive or skin him. He roared, “Bastard, you son of a bitch, how dare you insult me. Good, very good! You will die today. Even if the almighty himself comes down to save you, I will kill you!”

A terrifying aura swept out from him. Terrifying killing intent brewed inside him that sent a chill from the crowd’s feet to their skulls. Fear reflected in their eyes, and their throats went dry.

“And you, you bitch—you dared to mock me too. Fine! First, I will slaughter him, and then I’ll torture you to death before selling you off to a brothel. There, thousands of people will ravage you, making you wish you were dead.”

Ye Zimo stared at Xuan Shitong with a ferocious gaze, fully aware now that she had been toying with him from the start.

“Dear, he’s saying he will torture me and sell me to a brothel. I’m so scared.” Xuan Shitong buried herself in Chen Fan’s arms, her face a picture of fear.

The corner of Chen Fan’s mouth twitched.

There wasn’t an ounce of fear in her. She was clearly pretending and using this as an excuse to harass, no—sexually harass him.

“What do you want me to do about it?” Chen Fan asked, playing along.

Xuan Shitong’s pitiful act vanished, replaced by a chilling gleam in her eyes. “Smash that mouth in!”

Whoa!

The nearby crowd was shocked once more.

Were these two insane—or did they have backing strong enough to justify this level of audacity?

Even now, with Ye Zimo’s fury reaching its peak, they were still teasing and humiliating him.

Ye Zimo was in the peak Heavenly Star realm!

He was enraged. His wrath felt like it could scorch the heavens.

The nearby crowd had long since noticed Ye Zimo’s anger, so they had smartly retreated to avoid getting caught in the fight.

None dared to intervene—his cultivation and background far surpassed theirs, and dying in vain wasn’t worth it.

“You bitch couple, I’ll tear you alive!”

Ye Zimo was furious. His appearance was incomparably savage, like an evil ghost. A look at him would cause people’s hearts to jump in fright.

Humiliated repeatedly in public, he couldn’t tolerate it any longer. To defend his honor, he was determined to rip them to shreds.

Immediately, he unleashed a palm strike. The air trembled as a massive, domineering silhouette shot toward Chen Fan.

This was an all-out attack—Ye Zimo held nothing back, intent on killing Chen Fan with a single blow.

The sky buzzed with the sound of thunder, rumbling across the battlefield.

This was the Ye Clan’s ultimate martial art, Thunderclap Tyrant Palm. The palm held immense power, like a lightning dragon hidden in the clouds. With a sharp whistle, it pounced on its target.

“This kid is dead for sure. This is the Thunderclap Tyrant Palm, the Ye Clan’s clan-guarding ultimate martial art. Even I have heard of this palm art’s might. It seems like Ye Zimo is completely enraged, using his killing move right at the start.”

“That’s right. I heard that the Ye Clan’s ancestor obtained this martial art in a secret land. The complete version is a heaven-tier martial art with unparalleled power. Unfortunately, the Ye Clan’s ancestor only obtained a remnant version of it, downgrading it to upper-earth tier. Still, its powers are extremely great. If one practices it completely, they will be like the god of thunder reborn.”

“What a shame for this couple—they risked their lives for a bit of fun. It’s just not worth it.”

Everyone was in favor of Ye Zimo. After all, he was in the peak Heavenly Star realm. His strength utterly dwarfed this pair’s, especially with his mastery of a demonic art.

In their opinion, Chen Fan couldn't be a match for Ye Zimo. This single strike would crush him to a pulp, and his girl would face a fate too miserable to imagine.

Under Ye Zimo’s overwhelming palm force, Chen Fan was like a little boat sailing in towering waves—rising, falling, and seemingly moments from annihilation.

Then, as the sky-darkening palm silhouette bore down, Chen Fan finally moved.

He raised his right hand and slapped.

Boom!

The crowd waited for Chen Fan’s demise, ready to laugh at his foolishness. However, the smiles on their faces immediately froze.

In a single slap, Chen Fan dispelled Ye Zimo’s Thunderclap Tyrant Palm as though it were nothing, the devastating force dissipating into thin air.

The scene that followed would forever be etched in their minds.

His slap was no longer obstructed and landed on Ye Zimo’s face. The crisp sound echoed as Ye Zimo’s head nearly snapped off.

Smack!

Blood sprayed everywhere as he spun mid-air, teeth flying, before he crashed to the ground like a broken, bloodied heap.

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