Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 942 - Little Trick

Everyone felt a chill run down their spine.

Manifestation realm experts weren’t ants that one could easily crush. They were considered powerhouses across the entire Myriad Demon Islands—strong enough to stir up storms and even rule over regions.

However, they died so easily that it seemed they were ordinary people.

Moreover, Chen Fan hadn’t only killed first or second-level Manifestation realm experts. Among them were third, fourth, and even fifth or sixth-level experts.

The crowd might not know their names, but fifth or sixth-level Manifestation realm experts were strong enough to rule over a demonic island and establish a powerful demon sect.

Take the Xuan Ting Demonic Island, for example. Over the years, it only had five Manifestation realm experts; among them, Xuan Ting was only in the early-stage, sixth-level Manifestation realm. Yet the three, including Ye Qian, who were slain by Chen Fan, were all stronger than him.

They were no different from Heavenly Star realm martial artists before Chen Fan. To him, they were just slightly bigger ants but ants nonetheless.

Chen Fan stood like a golden battle god, unfazed by their terrifying attacks. Every slash he unleashed caused immense destruction, his strikes landing with eerie precision. It was terrifying.

Sword qi swept out, wreaking havoc and ripping space with unmatched tyranny—like an ancient conqueror on a relentless conquest.

“How could this happen? Elder Ye Bo is dead, Elder Ye Qian is also dead. They are all top pillars of our Ye Clan in the sixth-level Manifestation realm, and they’re all dead, leaving only the patriarch and the high elder.”

“Boohoohoo, why, why? Are we really wrong? Is it really as Elder Ye Qian said—our entire Ye Clan was dragged into the abyss for the sake of a silkpants like Ye Zimo?” [1]

“Ye Xi, you don’t deserve to be our Ye Clan’s patriarch!”

One could only imagine the weight of Ye Qian’s final words and the impact of his death on the Ye Clan members. His last moments replayed in their minds.

If Ye Xi hadn’t been blinded by hatred, they would still be enjoying their lives in the Ye Clan instead of facing such a disaster.

Even stronger clans had lost their young masters and missus, yet they hadn’t sought revenge—so why had their clan taken such a reckless risk?

Despite having the numerical advantage, they were no match for Chen Fan; they had been thrown into the deep abyss in a flash.

They did not wish to die!

They did not want to be buried together with Ye Zimo!

They had time; they could have advanced to the Manifestation realm!

Hearing the murmurs of the nearby Ye Clan members, Ye Xi and Ye Lianheng’s expressions became incomparably ugly.

However, they had nothing to say—no excuse could change reality. Their decision had led the Ye Clan to the brink of annihilation.

Chen Fan heard all the pleas and cried but still showed no mercy.

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Fresh blood spattered. A few more figures plummeted weakly.

Even Huyan He and the others weren’t spared. Two of the Four Great Demon Lords were slain before they could even scream.

With a ferocious roar, Ye Lianheng came charging, his aura burning and boiling.

“Little bastard, I want you dead! Go to hell!”

He had performed a secret technique, igniting the last bits of his life and vitality. He surpassed his limits and advanced to the seventh-level Manifestation realm.

With a claw like an eagle’s talons, he tore through the sky, aiming straight for Chen Fan’s head. A faint smile crept onto his face—he could already see Chen Fan’s head exploding under his strike.

Without even looking, the countless pores on Chen Fan opened up, spewing endless sword qi. It transformed into a sword in the sky, slashing down in an instant.

Boom!

Ye Lianheng’s claw shattered on impact.

“Little bastard, you will die today. Even if it costs me my life, I’ll take you down with me!”

A spear appeared in Ye Lianheng’s grasp, its silhouette like a dragon. It tore through the raging winds like a venomous serpent and lunged toward Chen Fan’s chest.

“Old coot, did you think breaking through with a secret technique would give you the strength to fight me? Naïve! Too Naïve!. You think this is my limit? Fine, fine. At least now, you can make me take this fight a little more seriously. To die at my full strength—you should be honored.”

Chen Fan extended his hand out and grabbed at the terrifying spear stabbing toward him. The spear rubbed violently against his palm, producing sparks.

“Die!” Chen Fan punched with his left hand. The fist force was like a flood dragon, shattering everything. This punch was stronger than any of his previous attacks.

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Ye Lianheng’s seventh-level Manifestation realm strength had made him take this fight seriously.

Boom, boom, rumble!

Chen Fan and Ye Lianheng clashed crazily in an instant.

Now, both parties were fighting with all their strength.

The storm they unleashed was so intense that even Ye Xi couldn’t interfere; he could only watch, feeling the pressure.

Rumble!

As expected of a powerhouse who had roamed unchecked for over a century, Ye Lianheng’s strength had skyrocketed after he surpassed his limits. With a single thrust, he pierced through space, striking Chen Fan’s waist and sending him flying.

He stared fixedly at Chen Fan as fresh blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth. His expression became increasingly grave.

His attack hadn’t pierced through Chen Fan’s flesh. Unbelievable!

“Indeed, the young are to be feared. I didn’t expect the Tianwu Continent to produce an expert like you. But the greater your talent, the greater the threat you pose to our Myriad Demon Islands. No matter what, you can’t be left alive.”

“Old fart, you sure talk big for someone who can’t back it up. Don’t act like you represent the Myriad Demon Islands—you don’t. Even the will of the Lord of Myriad Demons did not stop me from ascending the demonic mountain. Where does an old coot like you get the face to claim you speak for billions of demonic cultivators?”

Chen Fan's words caused Ye Lianheng’s eyes to turn gloomy, looking not too good.

He had framed his words to turn the demonic cultivators of the Xuan Ting Demonic Island against Chen Fan. However, Chen Fan easily defused it with a few words, seeing through his sinister intentions.

Worse, he invoked the Lord of Myriad Demons, leaving Ye Lianheng unable to argue.

“Hmph, the Lord of Myriad Demons embraces the world. It’s only natural that he won’t make things difficult for a junior like you, but our Myriad Demon Islands’ demonic cultivators have our own moral integrity. How could we tolerate a spy from the Tianwu Continent committing evil?”

“Old fart, your words make me want to puke. Do you take everyone here for fools, unable to see through your pathetic little schemes? First, you sealed the demonic island and tried to massacre its people. Now, you think you can turn them against me with a few cheap words? You must be getting senile.”

“I can’t be bothered talking to you. It’s a waste of my saliva. Go to hell!”

Before his voice even faded, a Heaven Piercing Spear materialized in his grasp. Without hesitation, he lunged forward, his attack ferocious beyond compare.

1. Silkpants refers to rich and hedonistic children. ☜