Unrivaled Martial Emperor

The ambush led to the True Martial Academy taking heavy losses.

In seconds, their ten-strong group had dwindled to just five or six.

"Quickly retreat and get into formation," Chang Xuan cried in a deep voice.

Whoosh, whoosh.

The five disciples of the True Martial Academy backed off repeatedly, gathering together. Their faces were pale, and their teeth clenched tightly.

The disciples from the Blood Heavenly Demon Sect and the foreign continents immediately surrounded the six, including Chang Xuan, and attacked them.

The six of them were in imminent danger, surrounded by the Blood Heavenly Demon Sect, and retreated to the front of a hill.

Chang Xuan sent a voice transmission, "I'll execute the Blood Berserk Secret Blade in a moment. Use the momentum to break out and leave the core area right away. Report everything to the academy's higher-ups."

Once he executed the Blood Berserk Secret Blade, he would fall into a state of crazed slaughter, even hurting people on his side by mistake.

"Senior Brother Chang..."

The five disciples looked on, unwilling to leave.

The Blood Berserk Secret Blade could increase his combat strength, but his opponents were two quasi-Legends and several experts close to the quasi-Legendary realm.

Worse, the technique would leave him weakened afterward.

"Blood... Berserk... Secret... Blade!"

His irises turned crimson as a wild, blood-colored aura erupted from him.

In a split second, he unleashed several large, saber lights with his saber, tearing through heaven and earth, making the laws tremble.

Wave after wave of saber light crashed forward like a crimson tsunami, forming a whirlwind of blades that engulfed a thousand-meter radius.

Clang, clang, ting!

The tyrannical attack immediately pushed back the cold-faced man and the cinnabar-marked woman repeatedly. Moreover, it sliced a Blood Heavenly Demon Sect disciple with thirty law threads in half.

"Blood Berserk Secret Blade? Hoho, all of you, back off. Let me fight him." The cinnabar-marked woman giggled, looking somewhat interested.

As soon as her voice fell, the cold-faced man and the others retreated as requested, but they didn't spare the other five True Martial Academy disciples.

What happened next left those five pale with fright.

Chang Xuan, in his frenzied rampage, was stopped by the woman alone.

Buzz, buzz.

Her aura suddenly soared, reaching the level of sixty-some law threads.

Evidently, she hadn't shown her full strength in their exchange earlier.

Whoosh, swish, swish!

The black silk in her hand spun like a tornado of crimson and black, its force nearly equal to Chang Xuan's.

Ting, ting.

Rumble!

The two streams of powerful forces collided, leveling a nearby hill.

"The Blood Berserk Secret Blade is nothing more than this. Not very impressive." The corner of that cinnabar-marked woman's lips curled up in mockery.

The five True Martial Academy disciples were in complete despair.

Chang Xuan had unleashed the secret technique to carve out a chance for their escape; from the looks of it, it was completely useless.

"It's over."

"This demoness actually concealed her cultivation. Senior Brother Chang Xuan can't bring her down, and we are no match for them."

The five True Martial Academy disciples fell into despair.

What they had thought was an opportunity in the core area had turned out to be their grave.

Seeing the cinnabar-marked woman succeed, the cold-faced man laughed out loud. His fierce, cold gaze fell on the other five disciples, looking at them like they were pigs waiting for slaughter.

"Hahahaha, you five can die now."

Suddenly, a voice rang out like a bell. "Hoho, what big talk. You want to kill our academy's people? Have you asked for my permission?"

The voice seemed to strike the soul, shaking the minds, qi, and blood of those from the Blood Heavenly Demon Sect and foreign continent forces.

Who is it?

The cinnabar-marked woman and the cold-faced man's expressions changed, their expressions shifting as a suffocating pressure bore down on them.

Boom, tch!

A cold spear streaked through the air, trailing a black, icy light. The force behind it ripped space apart, brimming with power enough to shatter mountains, rivers—even the earth itself—as it hurtled toward the cold-faced man.

That cold-faced man reacted and dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding it.

However, the terrifying qi wave set off by the spear still stirred his qi and blood. He let out a low groan as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

He had dodged the attack, but the two people behind him weren't as lucky.

A Blood Heavenly Demon Sect disciple and a Ten Absolutes Sect disciple were killed almost instantly, skewered by the spear like sugar-coated candy.

Hiss, hiss.

Sound of people sucking in cold air rang out at once. The crowd's faces were filled with horror.

Then, a figure stepped forward, revealing himself to the crowd.

"Chen Fan!"

The True Martial Academy disciples stared for a beat before erupting in joy as recognition set in.

On the other side, however, faces were drained of color. To them, seeing Chen Fan was like seeing a ghost.

The cinnabar-marked woman stopped fighting Chang Xuan and pulled back immediately, joining up with the cold-faced man, looking at Chen Fan in horror.

If it were anyone else, they would not be so terrified.

But it was Chen Fan...

When they recalled their time at the True Martial Academy—how Chen Fan had crushed Wang Zhong and the others, forcing them to kneel in a row—fear resurfaced in their hearts.

"Chen Fan!"

"Junior Brother Chen Fan, you came just in time!"

Chang Xuan snapped out of his state from the secret technique. His face was pale, and his aura feeble, but he was smiling.

In their eyes, this group could no longer stir any waves before Chen Fan.

"How truly unexpected. You people from foreign continents actually colluded with the Blood Heavenly Demon Sect and are trying to wipe out the major factions in the core area. What a scheme!"

Chen Fan stared at the cinnabar-marked woman and the others with a cold gaze, his voice completely devoid of warmth.

If they succeeded, it would shake the very foundations of all major forces.

"It seems like I was too merciful towards you people back at the True Martial Academy!"

Cold killing intent flashed in Chen Fan's eyes, sharp enough to sting the skin of those he stared down.

Rustle!

Rustle!

He slowly closed in on them, making the cinnabar-marked woman and the others instinctively step back. Their expressions tightened; the air grew unbearably tense.

"Chen Fan, what do you want?"

"What do I want? Isn't it obvious? To kill you all."

Before his voice fell, he raised his palm and grabbed at these people.

In an instant, an overwhelming force swept down like the surging tide, washing over these people.

Although they fought back with all their strength, under Chen Fan's rage, their efforts were pitiful, like moths flying into a flame.

Puchi!

With a sickening sound, the cinnabar-marked woman, the cold-faced man, and the others were crushed, reduced to nothing more than a bloody pulp.