Unrivaled Martial Emperor

"Haha, that's great." Chen Fan laughed out loud.

He hadn't expected the Bodhi Ancient Tree to change so much after absorbing the Heavenly Heart Fluid.

He couldn't be blamed, however. The tree already had considerable spiritual wisdom; after absorbing the Heavenly Heart Fluid that could accelerate its growth, its spiritual wisdom expanded greatly, its intelligence increased, and it even became stronger.

After a while, the Bodhi Ancient Tree fully absorbed the puddle of Heavenly Heart Fluid.

Chen Fan also received feedback. He instantly gained mastery over ten additional law threads, reaching a hundred and twenty threads.

Though not a huge leap, gaining ten threads at once was impressive enough to leave others speechless.

For most people, comprehending and mastering the laws was more than just difficult. For Chen Fan, the Bodhi Ancient Tree was a heaven-sent cheat, making comprehension as easy as eating and drinking.

Chen Fan asked, "Bodhi Ancient Tree, if I were to borrow your power now, what strength can I wield?"

The Bodhi Ancient Tree answered, "You should reach between two hundred and forty to two hundred and fifty threads of law, equivalent to a peak, early-stage Lesser Legendary realm."

At the Lesser Legendary realm, mastery of three hundred threads of law and below was called the early-stage Lesser Legendary realm.

Three hundred threads to six hundred threads of laws was the middle-stage Lesser Legendary realm, and so on.

Above nine hundred law threads, it was the peak Lesser Legendary realm, which was only a step away from the Greater Legendary realm.

Having mastered a hundred and twenty law threads, Chen Fan's combat strength now stood firmly in the early-stage Lesser Legendary realm.

"Hmm, excellent. That means none in the core area can threaten me." Chen Fan smiled, feeling rather satisfied.

Afterward, he left the cave.

Just as he stepped out, several figures approached from a distance. Seeing Chen Fan, their eyes flickered with curiosity, and they asked, "Chen Fan, what treasure did you find inside?"

Chen Fan rolled his eyes, ignoring them, and said, "You'll find out when you go in."

......

Three days passed in a flash.

But during those three days, chaos erupted.

The disciples of the Blood Heavenly Demon Sect and the foreign forces were killing the elite disciples of the various major forces of the Tianwu Continent.

In a forest:

"Disciples from the Blade Saint Mountain. Kill them all without mercy!"

Several people from the Blood Heavenly Demon Sect instantly attacked those disciples like tigers pouncing on a herd of sheep.

The battle ended quickly. None from the Blade Saint Mountain survived.

Next to a small river, a similar battle broke out.

"How dare you, foreign continent scum! Do you think there won't be consequences for surrounding us?" shouted a furious disciple.

Gathered were twenty to thirty members from various sects and cults, their faces twisted with rage.

"Haha, consequences? How funny. Who'll know it was us... once you're all dead?"

About a dozen people from foreign continents laughed coldly and launched attacks at this group.

In another valley:

"Damn it, how dare you! You colluded with the evildoers of the Blood Heavenly Demon Sect!" roared someone in grief and anger. However, what answered him was the most brutal slaughter.

At a plain...

In a desert...

Within the ruins of an ancient city...

Scenes of bloodshed unfolded endlessly.

As the Blood Heavenly Demon Sect and foreign continent forces launched Operation Nip in the Bud, they swept through the core area like a raging flood. Wherever they passed, elite disciples of major sects met with devastation.

......

An indifferent, merciless voice came faintly from the nearby hills.

"Hoho, someone from the True Martial Academy? Leave none of them alive!"

Cling, cling, clang!

Rumble!

Intense fighting noises rang out from far to near.

Chen Fan wasn't surprised; such battles were to be expected.

Let alone disciples of rival factions, but even allies could turn on each other in the face of rare treasures.

As the saying went, men died for wealth, birds for food.

"True Martial Academy?"

Chen Fan paused, then flickered forward, rapidly closing in on the noise.

Dust clouds rose from a hill.

Three groups—no, two opposing sides—were locked in a brutal fight.

The Blood Heavenly Demon Sect and the foreign forces together had six or seven people.

Two people were leading the group. One was a cold-faced man wielding a pitch-black saber; the other was a beautiful woman with a cinnabar mark on her glabella.

Judging by their auras, they were in the quasi-Legendary realm. The others in their group ranged from the Greater Peak Manifestation realm to the quasi-Legendary realm.

On the other side were about ten disciples of the True Martial Academy. Though they had the numbers, they were at a disadvantage in strength. Their most powerful member had only just reached the quasi-Legendary level.

Of the other nine from the academy, most were at the Greater Peak Manifestation realm but had only just begun to comprehend the law. Only two or three had truly mastered it, and even they were far weaker compared to the elites of the Blood Heavenly Demon Sect and the foreign forces. Among them, the strongest was a newly advanced quasi-Legendary expert.

So, even though the True Martial Academy's side had more people, they were still being pushed back when facing the encirclement of the Blood Heavenly Demon Sect and the foreign forces.

"Ah!"

A miserable scream rang out.

Someone from the Blood Heavenly Demon Sect with twenty law threads had killed a True Martial Academy disciple with ten law threads.

After a brief exchange, the True Martial Academy's side lost an expert.

The eyes of a quasi-Legendary realm on the True Martial Academy's side, Chang Xuan, turned bloodshot. Wielding a saber, he unleashed several berserk, crimson saber lights.

"Keke, Blood Berserk Saber Chang Xuan, not bad." The cinnabar-marked woman giggled slightly. Her slender figure flickered around Chang Xuan, not fighting him head-on.

Swoosh!

Waving her fair hand, a sharp black silk thread flashed in the air.

Chang Xuan's expression changed drastically, and he retreated in a hurry.

Chi.

His shoulder was cut, leaving a trace of blood. Even his defensive vest was ripped open, with a tiny crack the thickness of a thread.

A closer look revealed a thin, dull black thread wrapped around the woman's finger—finer than ordinary silk, yet far deadlier.

In her hand, it shifted between firm and supple, flickering like a phantom and striking unpredictably.

In terms of strength, Chang Xuan was slightly stronger than her.

However, since there was another quasi-Legend at her side, in a two against one situation, Chang Xuan could only defend clumsily and was forced into retreat repeatedly.

By now, he was riddled with wounds, his body soaked in blood, his appearance miserable.

"Damn it, I really didn't expect you people from foreign continents to collude with the Blood Heavenly Demon Sect. You deserve to die. You deserve a thousand deaths!" Chang Xuan let out a deep, furious roar.

"Haha, colluding? Don't make it sound so unpleasant. This is called cooperation. Cooperation, you understand?" That cold-faced man who wielded a black saber laughed savagely, then slashed out with a cold saber light, pressing toward Chang Xuan.