Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 939 - One Person Is Enough

Ye Xi stared fixedly at Chen Fan like he was staring at a ferocious tiger.

Before the Demonic Child Selection Battle, Chen Fan had been no more than a tiger cub—potentially threatening, but ultimately insignificant. He had now matured into a ferocious tiger that devoured people.

Thirteen years ago, he was merely at the eighth or ninth-level Heavenly Star realm.

If it weren’t for the threats from the Demon Cave guard and the experts of the several demon sects, Ye Xi would have killed him long ago.

Yet, in what felt like the blink of an eye, Chen Fan had surged to the third-level Manifestation realm. Not only that—his performance in their earlier exchange was on par with Ye Xi’s. Such rapid progress was chilling.

A dozen years or so was only a snap of a finger for martial artists.

Many remained stagnant for decades or even centuries. However, Chen Fan had effectively risen from the eighth-level Heavenly Star realm to the sixth-level Manifestation realm in record time, a feat almost beyond belief.

To Ye Xi, it was as if a newborn had transformed into a towering, Herculean adult overnight—while he had merely slept. The sheer impossibility of it left him shaken.

More terrifyingly, Chen Fan wasn’t just an anomaly but a genuine threat. Even Demon King Xuan Ting, at the early sixth-level Manifestation realm, hadn’t posed such danger.

Such a growth rate was truly astonishing.

Ye Xi was even more shocked at the fact that Chen Fan had returned from the demonic mountain with his life intact, and he even obtained a legacy.

How was that possible?

Were those people at the top of the demonic mountain all blind? Couldn’t they tell that Chen Fan wasn’t from the Myriad Demon Islands?

He had assumed that Chen Fan obtained some legacy at the top of the demonic mountain, which allowed for such rapid growth. There was no other explanation for his meteoric rise.

This made Ye Xi even more furious.

Not even the Myriad Demon Islands’ elites were allowed to ascend to the peak of the demonic mountain, let alone gain its legacy. So why, of all people, was Chen Fan, a martial cultivator from the Tianwu Continent, able to set foot on the demonic mountain and obtain its legacy?

“Go to hell!”

Suddenly, a Ye Clan expert at the fifth-level Manifestation realm lunged at Chen Fan from behind, his saber slicing through the air with terrifying speed and ferocity. The streak of saber qi tore across the sky, shaking the heavens.

This person wanted to sneak attack Chen Fan, but could he succeed?

Chen Fan did not even move. From his body emerged a head and two hands that unleashed endless divine light. The light transformed into a large hand, trying to grab that saber light.

This was the Undefeated King’s Fist, a martial art Chen Fan had mastered when he was far weaker. However, using it now with his third-level Manifestation realm cultivation, its power was also earth-shaking.

The saber qi—lethal enough to kill experts of the same level—was shattered like brittle glass, reduced to nothingness. It never came close to touching Chen Fan, as if it were no more than a feeble attempt.

Chen Fan wasted no time and counterattacked, attacking with Undefeated King’s Fist.

“Roar!”

This Ye Clan expert immediately felt the cold grip of death. He roared and unleashed various martial arts to block the punch; ultimately, he was still sent flying. His tendons and bones had broken, and he crashed into the Endless Sea.

“Hiss, hiss.” Countless people sucked in a breath of cold air.

That was a fifth-level Manifestation realm expert, reduced to nothing more than a broken body, tossed aside like a ragdoll.

“A bunch of losers, thinking you could sneak attack me? Overestimating yourself!” Chen Fan looked at Ye Xi as if he was directing those words at him. He hadn’t moved a single step from start to finish.

“Well, well, well. I really underestimated you, little bastard. You’ve clearly reaped immense benefits from the demonic mountain. A legacy power, perhaps? No wonder your progress has been so monstrous. It’s laughable. For the ancient powers of the demonic mountain to let a spy from the Tianwu Continent descend alive... What a disgrace to the Myriad Demon Islands!”

Chen Fan looked at Ye Xi like he was looking at a dead person and said indifferently, “No matter how much you bark, it won’t change the Ye Clan’s fate of destruction!”

His words made Ye Xi’s flames of rage burn ferociously again. “What arrogance!”

The dismissive tone had cut deeper than any blade. How damnable. Did Chen Fan really think the Ye Clan was an easy target?

Rumble!

Ye Xi swept out violently in an instant, stabbing with the halberd in his hand. The air shattered as he tried to riddle Chen Fan.

“Did you think it’ll work?” Chen Fan sneered coldly, with a face full of mockery.

Being at the peak sixth-level Manifestation realm made one powerful to ordinary cultivators. However, Chen Fan was no longer the same person he was more than a decade ago.

With third-level Manifestation realm cultivation and level 25 Hegemonic Golden Body, his fist could crack the sky. A peak sixth-level Manifestation realm expert was nothing before him.

As he kicked, terrifying leg silhouettes swept across the sky, glowing with golden light, collapsing an area of space with shocking momentum.

This was the Heaven Crippling Leg—Shang Ziyan’s ultimate technique, which Chen Fan had learned after killing him.

Rumble!

Chen Fan’s attack quickly neutralized Ye Xi’s attack and continued toward him. The attack made true primeval around Ye Xi explode continuously. He kept retreating, his complexion turning green and white and fear taking root deep in his heart.

Finally, Ye Xi truly realized the terror of Chen Fan’s might. Chen Fan was no weaker than him despite having a lower cultivation.

Chen Fan looked at him coldly and said, “Ye Xi, if this is all you got, no one in heaven or on earth can save you today!”

“You damned bastard, don’t get ahead of yourself. No matter what you say, you’re just one person. Today, you will definitely die. Everyone, attack together with me, kill him!”

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Ye Xi wasn’t a fool. A direct confrontation with Chen Fan was a gamble he wasn’t willing to take. After calculating the risks, he made the call to overwhelm him with sheer numbers.

The Ye Clan experts nearby quickly surrounded Chen Fan like a tightening noose. Ferocious might surged from them, and their icy killing intent spread out.

Nearly twenty Manifestation realm experts stepped into formation. The weakest among them had first-level Manifestation realm cultivation, while the strongest reached the sixth level. It went to show how deep the Ye Clan’s foundations were.

Ye Xi did not forget about Huyan He. After all, Huyan He was also a sixth-level Manifestation realm expert, and the Four Great Demon Lords below him weren’t weak either.

“Huyan He, bring your Four Great Demon Lords and join the fight. Now!”

Huyan He had no choice and joined the group besieging Chen Fan along with his demon lords.

Demon King Xuan Ting was prepared to ignore his injuries and help Chen Fan.

Chen Fan waved his hand and said to him, “No need. They’re just a bunch of losers. I alone am enough. You guys should keep an eye on the others from the Ye Clan. Don’t let them get away.”

It wasn’t arrogance—it was absolute confidence.