Unrivaled Martial Emperor

"I doubt that frail little body of yours could even withstand a few of my punches or kicks."

As Chen Fan's voice faded, he appeared before Xue Yin. His movement seemed slow, yet was lightning-fast. His fist, wrapped in an aura that made Xue Yin's heart tremble, blasted over.

Facing five Lesser Legendary realm experts, Chen Fan knew he couldn't guarantee victory.

"Hmph!" Xue Yin snorted coldly, countering with a blood-colored large palm seal. Simultaneously, he used the recoil to leap backward and shouted, "Everyone, what are you waiting for? Attack him together before something unexpected happens!"

Earlier, Chen Fan had sent Xia Hou flying with his spear and pushed him back with a punch, displaying unrivaled grace.

None of the five could match him alone. Only by joining forces could they hope to bring him down.

"Hahahaha, alright, Chen Fan, have a taste of my ax!" Mo Yue laughed out loud. His aura surged violently, covering the sky. The gigantic ax in his hand blossomed with dazzling light, intertwining with the laws as he chopped at Chen Fan.

Boom, crack!

The swing cleaved through the air, splitting space itself. The pressure was immense.

And Mo Yue wasn't the only one to strike. The dark-skinned, unremarkable-looking Lu Zhuo leapt into action.

"Earth Fiend Vigorous Tiger Fist!"

Qi and blood rumbled, primeval qi shook, and the laws flashed.

Lu Zhuo suddenly shot up, clenching his fist tightly. With a fierce shout, a faint tiger's roar rang out. A thousand-foot-long, ferocious tiger's silhouette appeared behind him.

The ground beneath him exploded as he launched forward, like a tiger charging down the mountain, delivering a roaring punch toward Chen Fan, fist force surging violently.

Although Mo Yue and Lu Zhuo were not as strong as Xue Yin, they had mastered the power of a hundred and fifteen law threads. Now, unleashing their full power, their attacks shattered mountains and rivers, dimmed the sun and moon, and made the stars tremble.

Their force was so overwhelming that even Wang Zhong and Xia Hou, both Legendary realm experts, dared not take it lightly.

Xia Hou joined the assault as well.

Wielding a golden saber, he swept it forward—waves of golden blades slashed through the air like autumn winds slicing fallen leaves. Each arc carried an incredibly terrifying and exceptionally sharp aura, sweeping toward Chen Fan.

"Golden Wave Saber!"

Wang Zhong formed several seals with his hands. The primeval qi in heaven and earth came gushing toward him like long rivers, turning into a seal that shone with profound light in the air and pressed toward Chen Fan.

"Tianxuan Sacred Art, Heavenly Profound Seal!"

In a flash, four Lesser Legends attacked in unison.

None of them held back, executing their respective signature martial arts, making heaven and earth shake and the space crumble.

Even though Chen Fan's Hegemonic Golden Body was as tough as a Grade-9 treasure, he could not ignore their attacks.

He sank low; rather than clash, he chose to evade.

Rumble!

The four attacks slammed into the space he had just vacated.

It was like a nuclear explosion. Heaven and earth shook as a shockwave of devastating force exploded outward.

Chen Fan was also caught by the qi waves. Even though it couldn't injure him, he lost his balance.

"What a terrifying collision!"

The nearby crowd was horrified, visibly shaken by the sight.

Had they been at the center of that explosion, they would've been vaporized in an instant, reduced to nothing.

Despite failing to achieve any result in their attacks, the five of them showed no intention of stopping.

Boom, boom, boom!

Five experts with Legend-level combat strength attacked. It truly was extremely horrifying.

Even the sky was shaking. Their strikes vaporized swathes of air, raining blow after blow upon Chen Fan.

Chen Fan had no room left to dodge. Taking a deep breath, he channeled his cultivation to the limit.

The Holy Spear of the Sun erupted with incomparably dazzling light. Swinging his arm, several streaks of terrifying spear light blasted out.

The battlefield lit up as their attacks—each infused with the laws of their respective martial paths—clashed again and again, cancelling each other out mid-air.

Every participant in the battle had either stepped into the Legendary realm or their combat strength had reached that level.

Any one of them could be called a proud son of heaven, a grandmaster of martial arts in the present age.

Even though they were only experts of the younger generation, in terms of strength, they had already surpassed many experts of the older generation.

Boom!

The resulting impact unleashed a monstrous wave of qi that rolled outward.

In an instant, the blind valley was destroyed. The rocks crumbled, and the earth cracked open. It was a vision of the apocalypse.

The people nearby, no matter if they were in the Greater Peak Manifestation realm or quasi-Legendary realm, had no choice but to shield themselves. Many were flung back, coughing blood as if struck by a sledgehammer.

Only those nearing the Legendary realm managed to stay upright at the battlefield's edge.

Rumble!

Rumble!

In the sky.

Terrifying explosions occurred in succession.

Large areas of the sky collapsed, forming large pockets of vacuum.

Immediately afterward, more air came to fill the space, generating huge cyclones that obscured everything.

Chen Fan's one-against-five battle shook the heavens and split the earth. The clash stole the brilliance of the sun and the moon, and the immortals themselves faltered.

He had already brought out all his strength, not holding back in the slightest.

His qi and blood were surging like the Yangtze River. His true primeval flowed furiously, executing all sorts of martial arts. It was a fight that he fought to his heart's content.

The intense battle had already reached its climax.

Puchi!

Chen Fan's spear pierced through Xia Hou's abdomen. Fresh blood spurted out, and Xia Hou let out a miserable scream.

But the exchange came at a price—Wang Zhong and the others seized the opening to strike back. Chen Fan spat blood as wounds appeared across him, inflicted by weapons that gleamed with deadly power.

These people were all geniuses carefully nurtured by their respective forces. They had received all kinds of good stuff, and the treasures they used reached the level of Grade-9, which could break through his Hegemonic Golden Body.

Forced back, Chen Fan staggered mid-air. The damage was severe.

After all, these five were experts at the Lesser Legendary level, and their strengths had already stabilized at the early stage of that level. Together, they could even fight a peak, early-stage Lesser Legendary realm expert.

Chen Fan, though powerful, hadn't yet reached that level—not unless he used the Bodhi Ancient Tree's power. But with so many watching, he refused to reveal that trump card.

In the blink of an eye, he was drenched in blood and was nearly knocked down from the sky.

Lu Zhuo was about to rush forward and deal a fatal strike to Chen Fan when the latter used the Holy Spear of the Sun as a staff, sweeping it horizontally and striking Lu Zhuo, nearly breaking his spine. Lu Zhuo flew backward, spewing blood furiously, and knocked down a mountain before stopping.