Unrivaled Martial Emperor

This demonic ox was over thirty meters long, engulfed in blazing flames. Everything in its path was reduced to nothing.

"A quasi-Legendary level demon beast, the Southern Fire Barbaric Ox!" Chen Fan's eyes flickered.

In the outside world, these beasts only had crimson bodies.

However, the one here was engulfed in flames, clearly a mutated variant, far superior to its common kin.

"The blazing flames on this ox have laws. If a martial artist could absorb and refine the flames, they could master the law in them."

Chen Fan smiled.

This Southern Fire Barbaric Ox wasn't entirely useless to him.

By absorbing its flames, Chen Fan could potentially master a few more threads of law—now the main source of his growing strength.

"Hoho." Chen Fan chuckled and struck out.

This Southern Fire Barbaric Ox had reached the quasi-Legendary level, comparable to someone with sixty to seventy threads of law, making it a formidable opponent.

Chen Fan sent a streak of sword qi slashing out, slicing through the air, and it whizzed toward the Southern Fire Barbaric Ox.

Moo!

The ox sensed danger and immediately let out a furious roar. It flung its head, sweeping a massive five-to-six-meter horn at the sword qi.

Bang!

A dull noise rang out, and the sword qi collapsed. The Southern Fire Barbaric Ox was pushed a hundred meters back, making the ground tremble slightly.

Moo, moo.

The Southern Fire Barbaric Ox cried out again, its tone filled with fear. Wreathed in flames, it turned and fled.

It had sensed Chen Fan's overwhelming power and knew it was no match for him.

"Little oxie, you won't get away." Chen Fan chuckled lightly and struck out again.

A surge of flood dragon fist force tore through the air; each inch it crossed exploded and collapsed.

Bang!

This punch landed squarely on the ox's head.

Puchi!

Blood spattered.

Despite the Southern Fire Barbaric Ox's tough skin and thick flesh, it couldn't withstand Chen Fan's iron fist, and part of its skull was blasted off.

Moo!

The ox cried miserably, on the verge of collapsing. With its head half-destroyed, survival was clearly impossible..

"Hahahaha!"

Suddenly, loud and unrestrained laughter came from the horizon.

Chen Fan looked up.

Three figures, two men and one woman, were flying over at high speed, cloaked in dense nefarious qi as they pierced through the sky.

Swish.

These three people were fast. In the blink of an eye, they landed before the wounded ox. Without a word, one of them threw a punch, shattering the remaining part of its head.

Boom, tch!

Blood and brain matter splattered everywhere. The Southern Fire Barbaric Ox died on the spot and collapsed with a loud thud.

The leading dark-faced middle-aged man among them stepped forward, preparing to extract the flames from the corpse, as if Chen Fan didn't exist.

Chen Fan raised an eyebrow. "Hey, shouldn't this Southern Fire Barbaric Ox be mine?"

The other middle-aged man, with sharply raised brows, said impatiently, "It was yours earlier, but now it belongs to us, the Three Fiends of Hong Lake. Brat, you have no more business here. You can get lost now."

The woman with a ghastly pale complexion licked her scarlet lips and said, "Keke, little cutie, you can still have the ox, but you have to serve me well first."

Chen Fan felt a wave of nausea, as if he might vomit everything he'd eaten in the past three days.

A faint, fierce light flashed across his eyes. He looked at the Three Fiends of Hong Lake in front of him coldly, a trace of mockery tugging at the corner of his lips.

Naturally, the middle-aged man with sharp, angled brows noticed.

Immediately, a suffocating coldness emanated from him. He said with overflowing killing intent, "Brat, what's that look on your face?"

"Don't be so fierce, Second Brother, or you'll scare our little cutie. Soft skin, tender flesh... he's exactly my type," said the woman with a ghastly pale complexion, with a smile.

Chen Fan truly couldn't take it and got goosebumps. Shaking his head, he strode over and said indifferently, "Although I don't care much about this ox, you can't take what's mine. I'll chop off the paws of whoever tries!"

"Audacious!" The middle-aged man with angled eyebrows immediately flew into a rage.

Was he being called a dog?

That dark-faced middle-aged man was still retrieving the flames, not even bothering to raise his head. His icy voice rang out, "Second, kill him!"

The Three Fiends of Hong Lake all possessed strength above the quasi-Legendary realm. A mere Lesser Peak Manifestation realm dared to act out in front of them. He must be tired of living.

That pale woman shrugged her shoulders and said, "Little cutie, I can't save you if you insist on courting death."

As soon as the first fiend spoke, the second, eyebrows angled like blades, moved to attack.

Nefarious qi surged around him as he charged toward Chen Fan. He said savagely, "Brat, you had a chance to live, but you just threw it away. We, the Three Fiends of Hong Lake, have killed at least eight hundred, if not thousands, of ants like you. You won't be lonely."

His black robes billowed as he moved like a shadow, claw radiating fierce true primeval, wrapped in law. The air shrieked as his strike tore through it, strong enough to shatter a mountain of gold or silver.

Iron Cloud Claw!

Not long ago, the second fiend had used this move to claw a quasi-Legendary realm expert with fifty-three threads of law to death. An ant in the Lesser Peak Manifestation realm stood no chance.

However, Chen Fan ignored the nefarious qi that could shake one's mind. Reaching out with his palm, he passed through the layers of claw silhouettes like a butterfly flitting through the flowers and caught the second fiend's wrist like the back of a poisonous snake's head.

"Hmm?" The second fiend raised his eyebrow. He hadn't expected his sure-kill strike to be stopped.

Sensing the strength coming from his wrist, which was like an iron clamp, the second fiend's expression turned cold. His cultivation erupted, along with the power of law, hoping to shatter Chen Fan's palm from the shock.

However,

Snap!

"Ah!"

Chen Fan squeezed lightly with his hand, and the sound of bones breaking rang out. He shattered the second fiend's wrist bones into countless fragments.

"Ow, ow, my hand, my hand. You actually crushed my hand!"

Cold sweat poured out from the second fiend's forehead, feeling both shocked and furious.

He'd never imagined his wrist could be crushed by someone he considered an ant. The searing pain nearly made him black out.

Chen Fan's expression didn't change in the slightest, still as indifferent as ever.

"Too noisy."

The second fiend's howling made him furrow his brow, so he sent a slap over.

Smack.

The blow twisted the fiend's head a full hundred and eighty degrees. Cracks echoed from his neck; half his face collapsed.

The third fiend cried out in shock when she saw Chen Fan killing the second fiend with a single slap.

"Second Brother!"

On the other hand, the first fiend, the dark-faced man retrieving the flames of the Southern Fire Barbaric Ox, stopped what he was doing and looked over. Shocking killing intent swept out.