Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 351 - Divine Strength Realm

High-level Yuanfu realm martial artists could easily unearth and destroy mountains and even part a sea.

Xin Wuming and the others had ignited the very core of their power, so the strength they could utilize now was even greater. Every attack from the group carried enormous destructive power.

And their opponent was none other than Xue Tianhe—a Core Formation realm expert.

The hurricanes whistled; the qi rampaged. The air exploded everywhere as if someone had set off firecrackers.

Someone would die from time to time, crying out miserably. They would either be a blood demon killed by the martial artists or one of the martial artists blown into meat paste by Xue Tianhe.

“Get lost!” Xue Tianhe punched, and the space shook. His terrifying strength sent Qiu Beihai flying back.

A sinister light flashed across Qiu Beihai’s eyes as he flew backward. Just as he was three meters away from Chen Fan, Qiu Beihai suddenly made a move.

“Go to hell, little bastard!”

Qiu Beihai unleashed a palm strike aimed at Chen Fan’s skull with great momentum and strength. The palm strike was strong enough to destroy a mountain.

This sudden turn of events caught Xin Wuming and the others off guard.

“Qiu Beihai, you’re courting death!”

“Damn it! Damn it! Qiu Beihai, you deserve to die!”

In the face of Qiu Beihai’s betrayal, Xin Wuming and the others couldn’t help but feel enraged. They wanted to pull back from the fight and stop Qiu Beihai.

Chen Fan was emanating a powerful oppressive force. This sense of oppression was about as suffocating as the pressure from Xue Tianhe; the crowd now had a sliver of hope.

Chen Fan’s words suddenly gained more credibility. They believed that he could really fight Xue Tianhe if he could break through.

He was at the most crucial moment, but Qiu Beihai had suddenly attacked him. That was no different from dashing their hopes of survival.

“Xue Tianhe, don’t forget our deal. I’ll cripple him, and you’ll let me go in return!” Qiu Beihai roared, his attack becoming even more ruthless.

Unbeknownst to the crowd battling Xue Tianhe, Qiu Beihai had secretly communicated with him via primeval force transmission. He was willing to cripple Chen Fan in exchange for his own freedom.

As for Xin Wuming and the others’ life or death, it had nothing to do with him!

“Haha, rest assured. I am a man of my word. Since I promised you, naturally, I’ll uphold my end.” Xue Tianhe laughed out loud. His aura grew even fiercer, holding back Xin Wuming and the others.

His perception was even sharper than that of Xin Wuming and the others, so he could see the immense power within Chen Fan better than anyone else.

This power made even him feel apprehensive.

It was no wonder Chen Fan’s vitality was so robust. It turned out that he practiced a very extraordinary body cultivation technique. Xue Tianhe would probably lose if he allowed Chen Fan to make this breakthrough.

Xue Tianhe did not want to see that happen.

Since Xin Wuming and the others were doing all they could to keep Xue Tianhe back and buy Chen Fan time, he couldn’t make a move against Chen Fan. Thus, when Qiu Beihai sent him a voice transmission, he immediately agreed.

“Damn it! Damn it! Qiu Beihai, you bastard, you deserve to die a thousand deaths for your sins!” Xin Wuming cursed out loud, his face twisted in anger. Xue Tianhe was holding them back, so they also couldn’t help Chen Fan.

Even on the other side, the dozen or so blood demons were doing all they could to restrain the smaller group of martial artists. They could only watch as Qiu Beihai’s palm strike flew toward Chen Fan’s skull.

“Hahahaha, Xin Wuming, curse as much as you guys want. You’re all going to die anyway. None of you are making it out.” Qiu Beihai laughed wildly. When his palm was about to land on Chen Fan’s head, his laughter abruptly stopped.

“Hmm?” Qiu Beihai’s eyes narrowed.

Chen Fan had kept his eyes closed until now, refining the Nine Sun Divine Lingzhi. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, shooting out two streaks of light as sharp as swords. He raised his arm and grabbed Qiu Beihai’s palm.

“Die!” Qiu Beihai\'s expression was hideous. His cultivation shook, trying to shatter Chen Fan’s hand.

However, Chen Fan did not move in the slightest.

“Hmm?” Qiu Beihai was a little overwhelmed with shock.

Chen Fan spat out icily, “You deserve to die!”

A terrifying wind swept out from Chen Fan, slashing against Qiu Beihai\'s face like a blade, inflicting stinging pain.

Confronted by Chen Fan\'s emotionless stare, terror flickered in Qiu Beihai\'s eyes.

“You go to hell!” Qiu Beihai ignited his illusory core without any hesitation. He clenched his other hand into a fist and punched Chen Fan’s chest as fast as thunder.

“Open!” Chen Fan roared. As if a gate had opened inside him, his aura erupted wildly, and he also countered with a punch.

The air directly exploded, producing a furious roar. A white qi current appeared, colliding with Qiu Beihai’s fist.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

As soon as the two fists made contact, the bones in Qiu Beihai’s arm shattered like tofu.

“Your death will warrant no pity!” Chen Fan’s icy voice rang out again. The momentum of Chen Fan’s punch did not weaken, and it slammed into his stomach under Qiu Beihai’s horrified gaze.

Qiu Beihai froze in an instant.

He felt like a small boat sailing on a choppy sea. Suddenly, a towering wave appeared—the kind that shadowed the sky—to swallow him.

Crack, crack, crack...

A might akin to that of a mountain flood wreaked havoc inside Qiu Beihai, causing his organs to bleed and all his bones to shatter.

Ultimately, he failed to withstand this terrifying strength and directly blew up, turning into a mist of blood, leaving nothing behind.

Bang!

Chen Fan roared to the sky, his voice like thunder. “Roar!”

The space trembled as the sound wave spread, and more cracks appeared in the mysterious realm.

A terrifying power surged within Chen Fan, coursing through his skeleton and limbs, inducing an overwhelming sense of comfort and urging him to unleash another roar.

The resonance of Chen Fan\'s roar caused the qi and blood of those with lower cultivation levels, be they blood demons or orthodox martial artists, to stir violently, resulting in them spewing fresh blood.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

“Haha, good, good, good!”

Xin Wuming and the others beamed with delight. Qiu Beihai’s sneak attack had failed, and Chen Fan had also made a breakthrough in his physique.

They all could feel the enormous sense of oppression coming from Chen Fan’s physique. It was like a furnace ready to unleash devastating strength with the slightest tremor, capable of shattering heaven and earth.

“Kill!”

Chen Fan stomped on the ground, cracking it open as he rose into the sky. He threw out a punch at Xue Tianhe from the air.

The terrifying force from his fist was like a dragon, crushing the air, charging across the sky, aiming to shred Xue Tianhe into pieces.

Xue Tianhe’s expression stiffened. Bloody light erupted from him as he waved his arm, condensing into a blood-colored shield.

The force slammed into the blood-colored shield, producing a loud boom and a storm that swept through heaven and earth.

Boom!

Chen Fan landed before Xin Wuming and the others. “You guys go kill the other blood demons. Leave Xue Tianhe to me!”