Unrivaled Martial Emperor

It was over?

Countless people saw Wang Zhong and the others kneeling in a row, dazed as if dreaming.

The battle had ended far too quickly.

Originally, they thought it would be a fierce battle; unexpectedly, it turned out to be utterly one-sided.

The eight of them—together—couldn't defeat Chen Fan once.

Heaven and earth fell silent.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Wang Zhong and the others spewed blood repeatedly, their expressions incredibly ugly. Their veins popped out, bulging in anger.

Once hailed as prodigies, fearless before gods or fate, they had never knelt before anyone. Now, forced to kneel in front of a crowd, they were crushed by humiliation. To them, this was worse than death.

They were so aggrieved, they couldn't stop vomiting blood.

Still, under Chen Fan's might, they couldn't resist. They were forced to kneel and suffer this humiliation.

Xia Hou, gravely injured and barely revived by medicine, opened his eyes just in time to witness the row of kneeling figures. His eyes rolled back in shock, and he fainted again.

Suddenly, a cold voice that shook heaven and earth boomed.

"Enough!"

That Invincible Legendary realm elder from the Tianxuan Sacred Sect could no longer bear to watch.

With Wang Zhong and the others kneeling on the ground, the disgrace wasn't theirs alone; the sects behind them shared in it.

Following the cold bellow, Chen Fan's aura was instantly crushed. He let out a low groan, fresh blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth, and he was forced a few steps back.

Meanwhile, Wang Zhong and the others felt the pressure on them lifting and immediately stood up in a hurry. They stared at Chen Fan, overflowing with killing intent.

Chen Fan ignored the losers, as they weren't worthy of his attention.

He directed his gaze toward the Invincible Legendary realm elder of the Tianxuan Sacred Sect. His gaze was incomparably icy as he coldly said, "Old man, what do you mean by this? The younger ones lose, and now you step in? If that is the case, I shall concede defeat."

Hearing Chen Fan's thorny words, the elder's expression became incomparably ugly. Killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly, "Junior, a gentleman may be killed, but not humiliated. What are you scheming by disgracing them like this?"

"Hoho, Senior, you're mistaken. I don't have any evil intention whatsoever. But since you say a gentleman may be killed but not humiliated, I wouldn't mind helping them move on. What do you say?"

"You..."

The elder nearly spat blood from rage.

"What a sharp-tongued brat."

Chen Fan grinned and said, "You flatter me, Senior. You see, I didn't kill them out of respect for your sects, yet now you say I should have killed them instead. I'm simply granting your wish. Would you rather they live in shame?"

"You... you... you..."

The Tianxuan Sacred Sect's Invincible Legendary realm elder was rendered speechless.

Chen Fan rolled his eyes and said, "Old man, stop with that 'you, you, you.' What do you even mean by that? Didn't you just warn things might go too far? Me not killing them is already saving your face. Isn't that enough? Is your face that big?

"And please, spare me the talk about hospitality. Our True Martial Academy is hospitable, but you should act like proper guests. If you don't care about saving face, why should I care to give you any?"

Chen Fan's unrestrained words drew cheers from the True Martial Academy; many exhaled in satisfaction.

However, the eyes of the people from the foreign forces were spewing flames. They couldn't hold their anger in anymore.

Even the Void Immortal Supremes radiated icy killing intent, making Chen Fan shiver from head to toe.

Their goal had been to trample both the True Martial Academy and the martial arts world of the Tianwu Continent. However, not only did they fail to gain an advantage, but they were also utterly humiliated, crushed by Chen Fan, and left unable to rise.

Wang Zhong, Xia Hou, and the others were all widely expected to unlock the gates of immortality in this Immortal Draft Assembly.

But after today, that hope was all but gone. At best, they might recover in time for the assembly, but opening the immortal gates was now a distant dream.

Leaders of the Ten Absolutes Sect, Eight Star Temple, White Sun Sect, Sword Inquisition Mountain, and others immediately voiced their outrage.

"Arrogant, he is too arrogant! I've never seen such an arrogant person before."

"That's right. He not only disrespects us with his arrogance, but he's ruthless, too. This was supposed to be a friendly competition, yet he struck without mercy. We demand an explanation!"

"You're right. The True Martial Academy must give us an explanation. Who treats their guests like that?"

How could vague warnings like "things might get out of hand" possibly justify the destruction of their greatest talents?

These young prodigies were no accident. They had been carefully raised, cultivated with staggering amounts of resources. Their rise to this level at such a young age had cost more than most could imagine.

Chen Fan had ruined that investment. How could they simply swallow their anger?

Worse still, someone like Chen Fan was a threat—one that had to be eliminated. If not, he would become a danger far beyond what they could control.

"Shameless! Screw your bullshit! Who was it that said things might get out of hand earlier? Do you have no shame? Chen Fan spared them only because you are guests. And yet, despite your dignified faces, you act this despicably? Do you take our academy for a pushover?"

"Abominable! Too abominable! If it comes to it, let's fight them to the death. I'd rather die in mutual destruction than endure this humiliation!"

On the True Martial Academy's side, the people were also furious.

At this time, the people from the other overlord-class forces also spoke up one after another, supporting the True Martial Academy.

After all, the True Martial Academy was basically representing the entire Tianwu Continent. Failing to stand with them would only make them a laughingstock.

In the blink of an eye, what began as a clash between disciples escalated into a confrontation between the Tianwu Continent and the foreign powers.

Terrifying auras erupted one after another, sweeping through the sky, seemingly about to break out into a war.

On the foreign forces' side, the Void Immortal Supremes' hearts also turned heavy. Seeing the continent's people roused by anger and uniting under pressure, their hearts grew heavy.

If they really went to war, they would definitely not have an easy time.

After all, this was the Tianwu Continent, and not their home base.

Suddenly, a mighty voice echoed through the heavens, halting the rising storm:

"Enough!"

All of a sudden, countless gazes looked over.

Zhang Daoling had spoken.

Zhang Daoling gazed toward the Ziyang Palace's grand elder, the Tianxuan Sacred Sect's grand elder, and the other Void Immortal Supremes, and asked, "Gentlemen, what do you mean by this?"