Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Although the fifth slash failed to kill Wang Zhong, it left him gravely injured.

However, Chen Fan's true primeval was completely drained, yet he still had one opponent left—Mo Yue.

"Die!"

Certain that Chen Fan had reached his limit, Mo Yue's face lit with savage delight.

Wang Zhong was seriously injured. If he killed Chen Fan, the Vicious Suppressor would be his.

The giant ax in his hand blossomed with incomparably sharp light. Carrying the power to crush everything, it chopped down ruthlessly toward Chen Fan.

This was his strongest attack ever, meant to end Chen Fan's life.

Rumble!

The strike tore through the air with thunderous explosions; even space seemed to tremble.

However, Chen Fan stood up straight again.

"You want to kill me?"

Mo Yue's expression twisted in shock. "You..."

Was Chen Fan not at his limit?

How could that be possible?

Mo Yue could sense no trace of true primeval in him!

Then came the answer.

Chen Fan truly had no true primeval left; he couldn't activate the Vicious Suppressor again. But he still had his vitality.

In a flash, vast amounts of it surged out, instantly absorbed by the Vicious Suppressor.

In the blink of an eye, he was reduced to skin and bones.

The Vicious Suppressor blossomed with a saber light again, and a terrifying saber qi swept out.

"Die!" Chen Fan let out a hoarse, furious roar. Raising the Vicious Suppressor, he slashed at Mo Yue.

Rumble!

Heaven and earth rumbled. The attack, powered by Chen Fan's vitality, was no weaker than the five prior slashes. On the contrary, it was even more powerful.

The terrifying saber light tore apart everything in heaven and earth. Wherever it passed, only a vacuum remained.

Mo Yue's axe slash was instantly shattered. He let out a furious roar in shock, retreating violently.

"You actually..."

He guessed that Chen Fan was already completely spent, with his true primeval drained, and could not possibly launch another slash.

Unexpectedly, Chen Fan had used his vitality to power this slash. That consumed his vitality and his lifespan.

His rapidly whitening hair made that clear.

Boom, tch!

Mo Yue's giant ax, despite being a Grade-9 treasure, couldn't withstand the saber qi and shattered.

"Ah!" With a miserable scream, Mo Yue was also sent flying from the slash like Wang Zhong, his fresh blood spilling in the air.

Luckily, both had been uninjured and had Grade-9 treasures to absorb much of the force, barely surviving.

Xia Hou and Lu Zhuo, already heavily wounded, couldn't endure the residual shock even with their Grade-9 treasures.

Meanwhile, Chen Fan, exhausted, fell from the sky.

Swish.

"Little Junior Brother!"

Zhuge Mingyue rushed over in a flash.

A rogue cultivator with ninety-nine law threads laughed out loud and pounced toward Chen Fan.

"Hahahaha! When the snipe and the oyster fight, the fisherman always wins. This saber belongs to me, Old Heretic Huang!"

With Chen Fan, Wang Zhong, and Mo Yue severely wounded, this was the perfect opportunity.

Yan Weiyi was enraged. A terrifying aura of slaughter swept out from him.

"You're courting death!"

An incomparably terrifying saber light swept out from the blade of slaughter in his hand, slashing toward Old Heretic Huang.

"Ah!" Old Heretic Huang let out a miserable scream, heavily wounded by the slash.

Yan Weiyi flew over, wielding his saber and emitting a shocking killing intent. He shouted, "Anyone who moves dies!"

The others from the True Martial Academy, along with the Ji Clan's Ji Kong, Ji Zhonglou, and the others, also flew over, surrounding and protecting Chen Fan, looking around with hostile gazes.

Zhuge Mingyue held Chen Fan and kept feeding him elixirs.

Around them, onlookers and disciples from other factions watched, eyes flickering with hesitation and greed.

Someone among the crowd incited, "Hmph, everyone, Chen Fan can no longer pose a threat. Let's strike! There's no need to be afraid of them. Men die for wealth, birds for food. Whoever gets that saber could rule the Tianwu Continent! Are we just going to watch him recover? When he does, we really will have no chance!"

"That's right. Let's all attack together. Although they are pretty strong, we have the numbers. We don't need to fear them."

"Attack now! Now is the best chance for us to strike. Wang Zhong and Mo Yue are heavily injured, and so is Chen Fan. We can't miss this opportunity."

"Charge!"

All of a sudden, many rogue cultivators charged over.

Faced with the Vicious Suppressor, an immortal artifact, their greed outweighed caution.

Yan Weiyi's rage rose to the sky. Killing intent swept out wildly from him.

"Kill!"

Slaughter was his path, so only through killing could he grow stronger.

Wielding his saber, Yan Weiyi rushed out, wreaking havoc among the rogue cultivators. Miserable screams rang out as limbs were broken or severed, fresh blood splattering everywhere. The scene was chaos.

Other people from the True Martial Academy and the Ji Clan also summoned their power, resisting the charge of these people.

Chen Fan hadn't lost consciousness. He had only overexerted himself and had fallen into a state of weakness.

Seeing Yan Weiyi, Jian Qi, Ji Kong, and the others resisting those rogue cultivators, Chen Fan also felt anxious inside.

There were quite a few old monsters among the rogue cultivators as well. Their strength was deeply unfathomable, making it difficult for Yan Weiyi and the others to resist them.

However, he had no way to help. He had to recover as fast as possible.

Suddenly, a True Martial Academy disciple's eyes flashed, and he launched a lethal strike at Zhuge Mingyue.

"Die!"

Zhuge Mingyue, focused on tending to Chen Fan, was caught completely off guard, betrayed by one of their own.

Seeing as her life was hanging by a thread, Chen Fan's eyes shot wide open. With a wave of his arm, a streak of saber light swept out, destroying this person's attack and cutting him down.

"Little Junior Brother!"

"I'm fine, Senior Sister."

Chen Fan stood up. Though only a short time had passed, he had already recovered some strength.

The Heaven and Earth Furnace's ability to refine was incredibly terrifying. After pouring a sea of primeval stones into it and burning them, he had already recovered twenty to thirty percent of his strength in such a short period.

Icy killing intent surged in Chen Fan's eyes.

"Die!"

These people actually tried to kill him and seize his treasure while he was in a weakened state. How could he let them off?

These people were no different from traitors!

Even though Chen Fan had only recovered twenty to thirty percent of his strength, with the Vicious Suppressor in hand, who could be a match for him?

Like a tiger entering a herd of sheep, Chen Fan went on a killing spree, overwhelming the crowd.

Even if he didn't activate the Vicious Suppressor, its sharpness alone wasn't something these people could defend against.