Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 1020 - Power of the Sun

Chen Fan undoubtedly became the center of attention—the focus of countless gazes.

“Senior Sister, I have come.” Chen Fan looked at Qin Yao with a tender gaze.

The simple sentence represented his promise to Qin Yao.

After the Ji Clan’s experts had taken Qin Yao and Qin Changkong, he had spent his days hating the fact that he couldn’t even protect his woman. That day, he swore he would one day take her back.

That day had finally come.

Decades had passed, but at last, he stood before Qin Yao, openly confronting the Ji Clan.

Tears streamed down Qin Yao’s cheeks as she stared at him in a daze. Their eyes met, filled with unspoken emotions.

“Xiaofan, you shouldn’t have come.” Qin Yao shook her head.

“Senior Sister, I’m here... to bring you home.” Chen Fan smiled gently.

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Was he supposed to stand by and let Qin Yao marry Beishan Hong?

Beishan Hong narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Chen Fan. The corners of his lips curled up slightly into a faint, cold smile.

“Are you here to throw your life away?” An indifferent voice came out of Beishan Hong’s mouth. His voice was indifferent but his certainty was chilling.

So what if he came? He was merely throwing his life away.

Chen Fan was a disciple of the Peerless Peak and possessed unparalleled talent, with the ability to fight those above his level, but that was all against ordinary people.

But to Beishan Hong? Even if Chen Fan had ten lives, it wouldn’t be enough.

Chen Fan shifted his gaze onto Beishan Hong and said indifferently, “I am here to send you on your way.”

“Hahahaha...” Beishan Hong laughed out loud as if he had just heard the world’s funniest joke. His face, however, was filled with disdain.

Send him on his way? Was Chen Fan even worthy?

“You must be Chen Fan. I’ll admit, you have guts to step onto the Phoenix Stage. For that alone, I won’t kill you today, lest your lowly bloodline stains this sacred place. But you won’t escape punishment. Cripple yourself, destroy your cultivation, and crawl down the Phoenix Stage. Only then will I spare your life.”

Beishan Hong acted high and mighty like a deity overlooking the world, as if Chen Fan’s fate rested in his hands.

“You talk too much. Since I am here, your death is certain. Do you dare to fight?”

Chen Fan did not put Beishan Hong’s words to heart at all. Before his voice fell, a terrifying aura surged to the sky.

The crowd’s hearts and minds were shaken. Chen Fan really dared to challenge Beishan Hong.

Does he not want to live anymore?

Both were peerless prides of heaven, monstrous geniuses, but Beishan Hong’s cultivation was three levels higher. It was like an ant challenging an elephant—utterly absurd.

No matter how monstrous Chen Fan was, against Beishan Hong, a genius of equal caliber, he wouldn’t last a single strike.

Qin Yao gritted her teeth tightly. She wanted to believe in Chen Fan, but the gap between them was simply too vast.

Ji Huang and Beishan Ling sat on the ceremonial platform, their expressions calm and collected.

They did not care about Chen Fan disrupting the wedding. They believed Beishan Hong could easily resolve such a trivial matter.

So what if he was a disciple of the Peerless Peak?

Even if Zhang Daoling came, he wouldn’t have the right to act arrogantly on the Phoenix Stage.

“Hmph, challenging our Senior Brother Beishan Hong? You?” A disciple from the Sun Moon Divine Sect sneered. “You’re not even worth his time—I’ll handle you myself. Die!”

The youth was in the ninth-level Manifestation realm, and he wielded a saber. Cold light gleamed off its blade as a terrifying aura erupted from him.

Seizing the chance to impress Beishan Hong, he struck down at Chen Fan.

The terrifying saber light was about to chop off Chen Fan’s head; suddenly, a brilliant sword light flashed. It shattered the attack and swept past the youth’s neck.

Next, the youth’s head flew up into the sky.

The crowd trembled.

Chen Fan had slain a ninth-level Manifestation realm expert in a single move!

“Beishan Hong, do you dare to fight?”

Chen Fan stepped forward, his terrifying aura sweeping toward Beishan Hong like a storm.

“Hahahaha!” Beishan Hong laughed out loud in the face of Chen Fan’s oppressive aura. He looked down at Chen Fan with mockery, looking down at Chen Fan from a position of superiority. “Not bad. You haven’t shamed your peak’s name. Still, you are nothing more than an ant before me.”

“We’ll know who the ant is once we fight.”

Chen Fan’s gaze became increasingly fierce, his fighting spirit surging like a tidal wave, shaking heaven and earth.

“Hahahaha, you want to fight? Let’s fight! Who’s scared of you? Since you wish to die, I shall kill you right in front of Qin Yao. That’ll put an end to any foolish hopes she has!”

His indifferent expression suddenly turned razor-sharp as he soared into the sky.

“Chen Fan, come up and meet your death!”

“Hahahaha, die!” Chen Fan roared wildly. The surrounding aura boiled over, whistling. With a stomp, the Phoenix Stage cracked beneath him as he shot into the sky.

All eyes followed them, hearts pounding.

“Xiaofan...” Qin Yao’s heart also became extremely tense, clenching her fists tightly and praying in her heart.

“Chen Fan, one move. That’s all it’ll take to show you the insurmountable gap between us.”

High up in the sky, in the cloud, Beishan Hong looked at his opponent confidently and said with mockery, “But I won’t kill you. I will make you kneel and watch as Qin Yao becomes mine.”

Before his voice faded, Beishan Hong’s aura changed drastically. A peerless will emanated from him, overflowing with dominance, unexcelled in the world.

Boom, boom!

Chen Fan’s insides rumbled, his own aura flaring like a raging storm. His gaze, sharp as a blade, locked onto Beishan Hong. “Beishan Hong, with just you? I will trample you under my feet today. An ugly toad like you wants to eat the swan’s meat? Are you worthy?”

“Hahahaha, you do have a sharp tongue, but unfortunately, with your strength, you can’t trample me under your feet even if I gave you another hundred years.”

With that, Beishan Hong made the first move.

“One move is enough to defeat you. Blazing Sun Divine Fist!” shouted Beishan Hong, unleashing a punch.

In an instant, Beishan Hong glowed with a blinding light and heat waves surged to the sky.

A boundless fist light, like a thick white pillar, shattered the void, tearing through space with unstoppable force.

The white fist light was extremely terrifying. Not only for its incomparably terrifying force but also for the searing, extreme Yang energy it carried, distorting the air as if melting reality itself.

This was not a fire-attributed power, but an extremely hot, extreme Yang power of the sun.

Heaven and earth turned dim and lost their color as the punch struck out. The white pillar of light formed from the fist light instantly pierced through the void and arrived in front of Chen Fan.

A suffocating heat wave swept over, searing Chen Fan’s skin like a burning brand.

“Break!” Chen Fan narrowed his eyes. A terrifying sword light condensed in his palm and slashed out violently, tearing space apart with unparalleled might.

A terrifying explosion rang out, shaking thousands of kilometers.

Boom!

The shockwave obliterated everything in its path, distorting space within hundreds of kilometers as a colossal mushroom cloud billowed into the sky.