Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 19 - Reverse Kill

He had broken through. In the instant Liao Fan’s sword had pierced his skin, Chen Fan finally pushed through the heavy gates to the fifth level of the Qigong realm.

Liao Fan had already crawled up to his feet, picked up his fallen precious sword, and held it tightly. His expression was gruesome at the moment.

Liao Fan had come so close to achieving his goal. With just a breath\'s time, he could have destroyed Chen Fan\'s dantian, crippling his qi cultivation. All of Chen Fan\'s fortuitous encounters, powerful qi cultivation techniques, martial skills, and body cultivation techniques would have been his. But in the end, it was all in vain.

Chen Fan looked at Liao Fan coldly, killing intent flashing in his eyes.

It was true that a person\'s potential was often drawn out in life-or-death situations. If he had been cultivating in peace, he would have never advanced so quickly to the fifth level. It would have taken him at least two or three days to reach there.

However, at that moment of imminent danger, he had broken through. His qi cultivation wasn’t destroyed, and he didn’t end up a cripple at Liao Fan\'s mercy. In that instant, there had been only one thing in his mind, or even his entire being—Breakthrough!

A life-or-death battle was the perfect catalyst for unlocking one\'s hidden potential. The pressure of facing death, if he failed to break through, had allowed him to triumph against all odds and surpass his limits.

“Hahaha...”

Chen Fan broke out in crazed laughter. His cultivation had improved, his dantian was rich with primeval qi, and his strength had significantly improved. Facing Liao Fan, he no longer worried about dying like before, as his opponent could no longer threaten his life.

“You want my qi cultivation technique and my fortuitous encounter? Come trade it with your life!” Chen Fan stopped laughing, and a murderous aura surged from him.

Earlier, Liao Fan had beaten him up badly; now, it was time for payback.

“Die!”

Chen Fan\'s voice rang out with a fierce determination. Like a gust of wind, he swiftly charged toward Liao Fan, his primeval qi surging and forming a Vajra Seal. Without mercy, the seal hurtled toward Liao Fan with incredible speed.

With his breakthrough in cultivation, the might of his martial skill had also significantly increased.

“Break.”

Liao Fan\'s previously relaxed and carefree expression vanished, replaced by a grave look. Purple light burst from his precious sword, crackling with electricity as it slashed out like a coiling electric python.

Boom!

Although he cleaved the Vajra Seal, Liao Fan trembled from the impact, sensing the ferocious strength coming from his sword. His expression turned even more grim, but he didn’t have the time to think things through. The sound of sea waves crashing filled his ears; suddenly, a violent wind swept towards him.

“Extreme Thunder Rush! Slash!” Liao Fan hurriedly drove his primeval qi and executed a skill from the Thunderclap Sword technique.

Chakravarti Seals came crashing towards him like relentless waves, causing his precious sword to vibrate and emit a humming sound. The shockwaves tore the webbing between his fingers, and the force was so intense that he was forced to retreat constantly.

“Haha, I’ll let you go wild. Show me something even better!” Chen Fan was ecstatic as the tables had turned. Thrusting his palms in and out, he sent numerous Chakravarti Seals flying toward him. The exhilaration he felt was indescribable.

Previously, Liao Fan had completely dominated the fight, and Chen Fan was forced to defend himself at the risk of sustaining further injuries. His frustration finally had an outlet as he prepared to give Liao Fan a taste of his own medicine.

“Damn it, just you wait!”

Liao Fan knew he could no longer take down Chen Fan, so he immediately prepared to retreat. He intended to find another opportunity to deal with Chen Fan or spread the news of his fortuitous encounter. He hoped to subject Chen Fan to endless pursuits, making it impossible to escape, even if he were to fly to the heavens or burrow into the earth.

“Thinking of escaping? Can you?”

Chen Fan obviously wouldn’t let Liao Fan escape. He had already displayed the heaven-defying nature of Heaven Seizing Art to Liao Fan. If word about it spread, he knew that his life would become a cat-and-mouse game. Those coveting his belongings would no longer be people like Liao Fan but Qi Grandmasters—cultivators at the ninth level of the Qigong realm—Yuanfu realm experts, or even the Core Formation realm masters.

Any one of those people could kill Chen Fan with a finger.

Swiftly grabbing Yan Zheng\'s large bow and iron arrow, Chen Fan drew the bowstring back, forming a perfect arc. With a swoosh, the iron arrow sliced through the air, emitting a piercing sound as it shot toward Liao Fan.

Although Liao Fan was fast, his speed was far from comparable to a released iron arrow. If Liao Fan continued running straight ahead, this arrow would pierce through him.

Left without a choice, Liao Fan could only turn around abruptly, stopping in place and swinging his arm down in a slashing motion, cutting through the air and splitting the iron arrow in two.

However, Chen Fan had fully drawn the large bow, infusing the arrow with a force of 5,000 jin. Despite managing to split the arrow, Liao Fan was shaken by the tremendous force and staggered backward.

“Die!”

Chen Fan had already caught up to him by now. He leaped up, hanging in midair, and struck out with his palms consecutively.

A furious roar reverberated through the space as the waves of the Chakravarti Seals slammed down with tremendous force, creating a powerful gust of wind that crushed rocks into powder, sending some of them flying thirty feet away.

This palm was the Chakravarti Seal at major mastery!

“Break!”

Fear crept up in Liao Fan’s eyes. Chen Fan’s cultivation level increasing was one thing; now, even his martial skill had reached a higher realm. The double advancement was good news to Chen Fan, but it was a disaster for him.

Liao Fan stabbed his sword upwards, unleashing a purple lightning bolt. However, the bolt deflated like a balloon at first contact with the Chakravarti Seal.

The Chakravarti Seals continued smashing down, pounding on the precious sword and causing it to shake violently, numbing Liao Fan\'s fingers. The webbing between his fingers split open further, and fresh blood dripped from his hand as his sword flew out of his grasp.

“No...”

Seeing the layers of Chakravarti Seals raining down at him, Liao Fan let out a roar mixed with fear and fury. His primeval qi spread out, enveloping him. However, he still collapsed instantly from the impact, breaking countless bones and flying away before crashing into a large stone. He fell face down on the ground and vomited mouthfuls of blood; he was on the verge of death.

Chen Fan landed on the ground and picked up Liao Fan’s precious sword before walking toward him step by step.

“No, don’t kill me. I’m a member of the Heaven’s Alliance. They will definitely take revenge for me if you kill me. You won’t have anywhere to escape to!” Liao Fan shrieked in terror.

Chen Fan laughed coldly, “Your little brother made similar threats before, but I still killed him. If the Heaven\'s Alliance wants to avenge you, then let them come. You think I’m scared of them?”

Chen Fan used to be a martial arts trash of the outer sect with a feeble presence, but even he had heard about Heaven’s Alliance. He knew this was an outer sect organization, but he didn’t know exactly how strong they were.

They couldn\'t be that powerful because outer sect disciples were, at best, Qi Grandmasters. He wouldn\'t fear even a Qi Grandmaster if he were to advance two more levels. Therefore, he didn’t worry about Liao Fan’s threat too much. With a wave of his arm, a cold sword light swiped toward Liao Fan’s neck.

If he didn\'t uproot the grass, it would grow again when the spring wind blew. [1]

Chen Fan understood the importance of eliminating his enemies completely. Moreover, since he had exposed the Heaven Seizing Art to Liao Fan, letting him go would be equivalent to harming himself.

“Don’t...”

Liao Fan’s cries ended abruptly when the sword light swept across his neck, causing blood to spray like an arrow.

1. Meaning more trouble will come at a later time if he didn’t handle the problem thoroughly ?