Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 1639 - Brutal

A Half-step Immortal King within the Apex Mystic City stepped up and said, “Brat, you are Chen Fan!”

Chen Fan looked up at the group and said coldly, “You bunch of losers, how dare you plot against my senior brothers and sister. Did you eat bear gall? Who gave you the nerve?”

“So, you admit that you’re Chen Fan.”

The ten Half-step Immortal Kings immediately radiated overwhelming killing intent.

“You beast, you sure are audacious. How dare you slaughter our disciples in the Immortal Conferral Ancient Realm! Now that you are here, don’t think about leaving!” said a burly Half-step Immortal King, overflowing with killing intent.

“Hoho, is that right? Those losers within the ancient realm also said something similar before I sent them to hell. You won’t be any different.”

“What insolence! I’ll wring off your damn head!” roared the burly Half-step Immortal King furiously and strode forth. Space seemed to compress. In an instant, he appeared before Chen Fan, an iron palm larger than a fan slamming down toward his head.

Behind Chen Fan, Huang Wuji and the others’ expressions sank, and they cried out urgently, “Little Junior Brother, watch out!”

“No need to panic, Seniors. Watch how I beat these dogs.”

Chen Fan appeared calm and collected, unconcerned by the attack.

“Damned bastard, you’re still acting arrogant when death is right in front of you. Go to hell!” roared the Half-step Immortal King and applied even greater force.

A fist shot forward without warning, reaching the Half-step Immortal King before his own attack could even land. The blow was aimed straight at his face.

“What?” The Half-step Immortal King was flabbergasted and tried to retreat, but it was already too late.

Bang!

Puchi!

Chen Fan’s iron fist punched through the man’s skull. Bone and blood sprayed as the head disintegrated, and the now-headless corpse dropped lifelessly toward the ground.

Silence swallowed Apex Mystic City.

The crowd stared at the headless corpse, struggling to accept this reality.

One punch.

Chen Fan had even struck after the enemy moved, yet arrived first. A Half-step Immortal King had been killed instantly.

This...

Chen Fan curled his lips and said, “Trash. You couldn’t even take a single punch, yet you dared to bark in front of me.”

The other Half-step Immortal Kings from the Apex Mystic Sect finally snapped back to reality and shrieked, “What? You actually killed Fang Zhou!”

“So what? What’s the big deal?” said Chen Fan casually, flicking his fingers as if brushing off dust. Killing a Half-step Immortal King, to him, was no more meaningful than stepping on an insect.

“Also, he won’t be the last,” he continued coldly. “The nine of you will join him soon. You dared to capture my senior brothers and sisters to scheme against me. Did you really think you’d walk away alive?”

“Insolence!”

“Fang Zhou must have been careless. That little beast must have taken advantage of it.”

“Yes, that must be it. Fang Zhou underestimated his opponent.”

“Since he dared to kill Fang Zhou, only death awaits him. No need for further discussion. Take him down, cripple his cultivation, hold him before the city gates, and make him kneel for a hundred thousand years.”

“Indeed. Let’s...”

Before they could finish, Chen Fan’s voice cut through them coldly. “You’re too noisy.”

In the next instant, a violent wind swept toward them, and their vision was swallowed by endless golden radiance.

“You’re courting death! We haven’t even made a move yet, and you dared to strike first? You truly deserve a thousand deaths.” A Half-step Immortal King elder erupted in fury. He attacked with both hands as enormous palm imprints roared downward, each one exuding horrifying might.

“Old fart, is that all you’ve got?” Chen Fan ripped apart the descending palm seals barehanded and flashed directly before the elder. A Heaven Piercing Spear formed in his grip, and he thrust it forward in a blur.

Poof!

The elder’s defenses collapsed instantly, like it was soft clay. Chen Fan skewered him clean through, lifting his corpse into the air on the Heaven Piercing Spear. Terror and disbelief were frozen on the elder’s face.

“Venerable Eight Convents!”

The others jumped in shock, seeing Chen Fan impaling and killing Venerable Eight Convents in an instant.

“Damn it, take this, Sword of Alaya!” A middle-aged man drew his sword with a grave expression, filling the space with chaotic light, and aimed straight at Chen Fan’s back.

Rumble!

An overwhelming force surged outward, forcing him to retreat repeatedly. The Sword of Alaya shattered before it could even reach its target.

“What Sword of Alaya, you’re all useless.”

Chen Fan turned around and drew his demonic sword, unleashing the Sacred Spirit Sword Art.

“Ah!” A miserable scream followed as the middle-aged man was cleaved in two on the spot.

“What? He killed Mundane Attachments, too!”

“How is this possible? How can someone slaughter Half-step Immortal Kings like chickens?”

“My god, the Apex Mystic Sect has really run into an iron wall this time.”

The people within the city felt a chill in their hearts at the sight.

This was too terrifying.

A Half-step Immortal King couldn’t even last a single move. Three had fallen, each killed instantly.

Fear surfaced clearly on the faces of the seven remaining Half-step Immortal Kings.

They had believed that with ten of them present, Chen Fan would be powerless regardless of how monstrous his talent was. However, the reality left them shaken to their cores.

“Die.” Chen Fan didn’t hold back.

He moved like a storm sweeping through the universe.

Fast! Fast! Fast!

Unbelievably fast!

Chen Fan’s fist moved as fast as his immortal will, manifesting in the sky like a primordial heavenly lord, displaying overwhelming dominance. Golden radiance enveloped him as boundless strength erupted.

“What is this? How could he possess such overwhelming strength? This clearly exceeds the limits of even a Half-step Immortal King!”

The seven Half-step Immortal Kings roared furiously, unleashing a torrent of terrifying attacks in quick succession, shattering the pillar of heaven. Primeval qi gushed out, shaking the entire Apex Mystic City violently.

Chen Fan’s power exploded destructively under the veil of the golden light.

After advancing to the ninth level, he possessed the power to sweep aside all Half-step Immortal Kings, standing unrivaled beneath the Immortal King realm.

Half-step Immortal Kings were now no different from those still in the Immortal Platform realm. Even if twenty or thirty appeared, he could slaughter them all without hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, time seemed to fold in on itself, ages passing in a single breath.

Rumble!

Chen Fan’s fist descended like the sovereign of countless ancient divine mountains, annihilating everything in its path. The sun fell, and the Heavenly Realm plunged into eternal darkness. The attacks of the seven Half-step Immortal Kings were utterly shattered.

The crowd watched as all seven were blasted away, blood spraying from their mouths as they were hurled through the air.

Swish!

A silhouette appeared before these people: Chen Fan. Bringing his palms together, countless phantom arms unfolded behind him, gripping the seven bodies tightly.

The seven of them struggled desperately, but they couldn’t move an inch.

In the next moment, muffled noises rang out from within them. Their auras gushed out violently as Chen Fan crippled their martial arts.

Poof, poof, poof!

After taking care of them, Chen Fan looked inside Apex Mystic City with an electrifying gaze. A large hand reached into the void, crossing the distance and seizing two figures within the city. They were none other than Jiang Tianyi and Nangong Xian.

“Hmph, Jiang Tianyi, Nangong Xian, did you think I wouldn’t notice you if you hid within the city? Come out!”

TL Note:

Some weird names among the Half-step Immortal Kings in this chapter. It’s because they are rooted in Buddhism.