Unrivaled Martial Emperor

"What?"

White Bones Green Savage's sinister smile disappeared in an instant, his expression changing completely.

The white bone spear in his hand was a top-tier Grade-9 treasure, known for its exceptional sharpness and durability. However, it had just been sliced clean in two.

A chilling aura pushed its way towards him almost instantly, making his hair stand on end. He hurriedly retreated in a panic.

Chu Qingtian was also stunned.

He had caught the sword from Chen Fan on instinct, swinging it with the hope of merely surviving White Bones Green Savage's killing blow. Unexpectedly, it had instantly cleaved the bone spear.

Seeing him stunned, Chen Fan roared, "Academy Master, what are you doing spacing out? Attack!"

He had already thrown in everything he had.

This sword was none other than Gu Tianxing's Heavenly Punishment sword, a genuine immortal artifact. For it to cleave the bone spear wasn't surprising at all.

Chen Fan's voice snapped Chu Qingtian out of it. A look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

As the academy master of the True Martial Academy, he immediately recognized the weapon for what it was: an immortal artifact.

"Kill!"

Immediately, Chu Qingtian roared as he summoned his strength. His aura soared wildly, and he rushed toward White Bones Green Savage like a streak of sword light.

With the Heavenly Punishment sword in hand, his confidence skyrocketed in an instant.

"Damn it!" White Bones Green Savage's expression changed drastically.

A weapon that could slice his top-tier treasure in two, White Bones Green Savage now had no doubt it was an immortal artifact. Seeing Chu Qingtian rushing at him, his scalp turned numb.

His physique wasn't as tough as the white bone spear. The Heavenly Punishment sword could split even the spear into two, let alone his body of flesh and blood.

Although Chu Qingtian's cultivation and strength were inferior, now that he had an immortal artifact in hand, his strength had skyrocketed.

In contrast, White Bones Green Savage had lost his prized weapon. With his spear destroyed, he now found himself at a disadvantage.

After barely resisting that slash, White Bones Green Savage dodged to the side, covered in sweat.

He couldn't help but glare at Chen Fan. The urge to slaughter that meddling brat surged within him.

The five Void Immortals had firmly suppressed Zhang Daoling until Chen Fan tossed him a peerless, vicious weapon, flipping the balance instantly.

And now, just as White Bones Green Savage had Chu Qingtian on the brink, Chen Fan threw out an immortal sword. The result: his own spear destroyed, and the tide reversed in an instant.

Thinking of this, White Bones Green Savage fumed. He could practically see smoke rising from his head.

A mere ant in the Lesser Peak Manifestation realm—someone a Void Immortal Supreme could crush with a breath—had somehow become the pivot of this entire battle.

Although Chen Fan himself hadn't contributed much strength, he had contributed treasures. Each one was a decisive, game-changing artifact.

"Hear me, people of the Blood Heavenly Demon Sect, kill that damned little bastard at all costs!" roared White Bones Green Savage furiously, his voice shaking heaven and earth.

Although he still had other Grade-9 treasures in his possession, they were not comparable to the white bone spear. Facing Chu Qingtian, who wielded an immortal sword, he was firmly suppressed and beaten up.

The Absolute Yin Old Demon also let out a furious roar that shook heaven and earth.

"Damned little bastard, he ruined our holy cult's grand plans. He deserves to die. He deserves a thousand deaths!"

On their side, Zhang Daoling, with the Vicious Suppressor, firmly suppressed them. Every slash filled them with dread; a single misstep wouldn't just lead to injury—it could mean death.

All of this was because of Chen Fan.

He had completely overturned a battle that was originally leaning in their favor.

This damned ant!

The others were in a daze.

No one could have imagined that this situation would change because of a Lesser Peak Manifestation realm brat.

However, for the various major forces, this sudden change was exactly what they had hoped for. On the contrary, for the Blood Heavenly Demon Sect and the foreign continent factions, it was a nightmare.

Victory had been within reach until someone threw the whole game off-balance. Not only had they lost momentum, but they had also fallen into a disadvantage.

How could they accept this?!

"Hahahaha, good, good, good. Everyone, kill them. Slaughter these beasts!"

Seeing the situation turning towards their favor, Beishan Ling, Ji Huang, and the others laughed out loud. Their auras surged violently, attacking like crazy and suppressing their respective opponents.

Now, their side had regained the upper hand.

Once Zhang Daoling or Chu Qingtian seized victory and freed themselves, it would spell disaster for the Blood Heavenly Demon Sect and the forces from the foreign continents.

Of course, this reality wasn't lost on the enemies.

"Bastard, you damned bastard, go to hell!" Xue Feng was enraged. His crimson spear turned into a bloody dragon, darting toward Chen Fan.

"Hmph!" Chen Fan snorted coldly. Chilling killing intent surged in his eyes.

Now, the situation was tilting towards their side. He didn't need to worry about anything.

Suddenly, Chen Fan's aura skyrocketed. He activated a hundred and twenty to a hundred and thirty law threads, unleashing a terrifying aura as he counterattacked ruthlessly.

Rumble!

Summoning all his powers, his strength skyrocketed, sending Xue Feng flying with a flick of his spear.

"How is this possible?" Xue Feng revealed a look of disbelief.

Earlier, Chen Fan couldn't even stir the waters against him, so how had he suddenly become so much stronger?

"Die!"

Chen Fan couldn't be bothered wasting his breath talking. He charged forward in an instant, his killing intent sweeping. With a left palm strike, a Hand of Demon covered the sky, pressing toward Xue Feng ruthlessly.

Boom, boom, boom!

In mere moments, he had exchanged over a hundred moves with Xue Feng. The terrifying wind swept three feet of earth away.

Puchi!

After another collision, Xue Feng retreated repeatedly.

Thump!

As he fell back, he stabbed his crimson spear backward to stop himself, but his face flushed red, and he coughed up blood. Looking up at Chen Fan's cold, emotionless expression, the shock in his eyes deepened.

He was a Legendary realm expert, yet he was being overwhelmed by a cultivator in the Lesser Peak Manifestation realm. How was that possible?

"I told you, a mere early-stage Lesser Legendary realm like you wanting to kill me is simply delusional," Chen Fan said icily, looking at Xue Feng with a cold gaze, "More than just one or two Legends have died in my hands. You're nothing."

Xue Feng felt so terrible that he simply wanted to vomit blood.

For Legends like him, others had always been ants.

Now, he was being treated like an ant. He nearly vomited blood again from the sheer frustration.