Unrivaled Martial Emperor

With a squishing sound, Xia Hou, a Lesser Legendary realm expert, was cleaved in two, his blood spraying into the sky.

Boom, boom!

Simultaneously, Wang Zhong, Mo Yue, and Lu Zhuo's attacks fell on Chen Fan. Fresh blood spattered, and the bombardment sent him flying.

Their expressions turned grim; none of them expected Chen Fan to unleash another slash.

Swish.

Chen Fan staggered out of the rubble, drenched in blood, hunched over and gasping for air.

He had used the Vicious Suppressor to kill Xia Hou, only to be hit immediately by the others. Not even his Hegemonic Golden Body could fully withstand such force—blood flowed from gaping wounds, some exposing bone.

The people nearby grew restless once more.

"Dead. Even Xia Hou is dead, cut down in one stroke!"

Everyone thought Chen Fan was spent after two slashes. But somehow, he managed a third and took down Xia Hou.

The crowd murmured, some rogue cultivators speaking with conviction.

"He... still has strength left?"

"Could it be that he's only pretending?"

"Pretending? It doesn't look like that to me! Perhaps he's really exhausted, but in that situation, he had no choice but to risk his life to send out another slash. Three strokes, that is definitely his bottom line."

"That's right. Judging by his state, there's no way he can unleash a fourth. He's seriously injured. It's just not possible!"

Yan Weiyi and the others didn't look happy, though.

Although Chen Fan cut down Xia Hou, it was clear he was utterly exhausted.

Even if he still had a fourth slash in him, the earlier attacks made it unlikely he could unleash it now.

This situation was very unfavorable for Chen Fan.

Mo Yue said, "How truly unexpected. I didn't think you could pull off a third slash. It's no wonder you're so powerful. Your foundation is indeed more robust than others."

He narrowed his eyes, scanning Chen Fan as if he could see right through him.

"But no matter how deep your foundation is, it's useless. You took full-force attacks from the three of us. Even if you have some strength left, I doubt you can use it. I hit the mark, didn't I, Chen Fan!" Mo Yue said confidently.

Chen Fan grinned and said with a calm gaze, "You're right. So, come and try."

Try it?

Of course, Mo Yue wouldn't.

He wasn't stupid.

If Chen Fan could send out another slash, he would be courting death if he went up.

"Hmph, no need to put up an act, Chen Fan. You will definitely die today. Guys, there is no time to lose. The situation might change if we delay things. This bastard is already at the end of his rope. Let's strike together and kill him!"

"Alright!" Wang Zhong and Lu Zhuo agreed.

Immediately afterward, the three of them formed a triangular formation and rushed at Chen Fan.

Just then, the hunched Chen Fan suddenly straightened. His aura surged, rising into the sky, and his eyes locked onto Lu Zhuo.

Chen Fan had struck him with a sweep of the Holy Spear of the Sun, injuring him heavily.

Now, it was just enough. One clean strike would finish him.

He gritted his teeth tightly, his veins popping up at his temple. Another one-fifth of the true primeval in his dantian was drained.

"Slash!"

In an instant, a fierce, chilling saber light appeared on Vicious Suppressor. Next, it darted toward Lu Zhuo.

Lu Zhuo was shrouded by an aura of death in an instant, and he roared angrily in shock and fear, "No! How is this possible—"

However, it was futile.

That slash broke through all of his methods like a block of butter or tofu. The saber light flashed past him, blood sprayed into the air, and he was split cleanly in two, falling limply to the ground.

While cutting down Lu Zhuo, Chen Fan was struck by Wang Zhong and Mo Yue's attacks again, and crashed like a cannonball, smashing a mountain range apart.

"Chen Fan!"

"Little Junior Brother!"

Yan Weiyi, Zhuge Mingyue, and the others' hearts squeezed tightly at the sight.

"Hahahaha, the precious saber is mine."

A rogue cultivator with ninety-nine law threads laughed out loud and swooped down toward the rubble to seize the opportunity and scavenge the profits.

Wang Zhong and Mo Yue did not stop him. They simply watched on coldly.

They wanted to see if Chen Fan was truly exhausted from this.

Puchi!

Suddenly, a faint golden blur streaked by. The rogue cultivator froze, and then his head flew high into the sky.

Swish.

Chen Fan appeared in the sky, disheveled and trembling slightly.

"Hiss, hiss."

Gasps echoed across heaven and earth.

Surprisingly, despite receiving such severe injuries, Chen Fan had stood up again; in a flash, he killed an expert.

He ignored the gazes of the crowd and stared fixedly at Wang Zhong and Mo Yue.

His condition was critical.

Both opponents were Legendary-level—each strike carried devastating force. His Hegemonic Golden Body was on the verge of collapse; his body, a wreck.

The Heaven and Earth Furnace revolved furiously, tenaciously suppressing Chen Fan's injuries.

"You two are the only ones left!" Chen Fan's hoarse voice rang out.

He immediately charged towards Wang Zhong and Mo Yue. A terrifying, vicious will erupted from the Vicious Suppressor, and a saber light swept out.

"What?"

Wang Zhong and Mo Yue turned pale from fright.

He could activate the Vicious Suppressor even in this state?

"He... he still has strength left?"

Everyone nearby was stunned.

Couldn't Chen Fan only launch two slashes?

Yet this was already the fifth.

Had he been pretending to be weak, lying in wait like a tiger ready to strike?

That thought filled every mind, as it was the only explanation.

Otherwise, how could he unleash such devastating attacks at the brink of collapse, again and again?

Everyone saw those streaks of saber qi with their own eyes.

Even a Legendary realm expert like Wang Zhong would likely manage only two or three slashes.

But Chen Fan had gone beyond that.

Exactly how robust was his true primeval reserve?

Where exactly was his bottom line?

Everyone was completely stunned.

However, Chen Fan couldn't afford to care about all these.

He had indeed reached his limit.

Five slashes were his limit, completely draining all his true primeval.

But Chen Fan had no choice. He had to unleash those attacks.

Puchi!

The fifth stroke flew out violently. Heaven and earth split apart as the terrifying saber light swept toward Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong roared and screamed furiously, using all his methods and throwing out treasures one after another in hopes of blocking this slash.

However, this slash reduced everything in its path to powder.

Boom, tch!

The Grade-9 treasure in his hand fell apart in an instant. The remaining saber qi fell on him, sending him flying five thousand kilometers away as blood spilled along the way.