Unrivaled Martial Emperor

A savage black dragon appeared in Chen Fan's vision, emitting a terrifying aura and staring at him.

He quickly realized that someone had set their sights on him and invaded his ancient monument. They wanted to defeat him and seize his immortal affinity.

Outside, the crowd saw two ancient monuments begin to resonate. Their connected images projected into the sky.

The black dragon's huge eyes gazed at the golden-winged roc Chen Fan had transformed into, wearing a cold smile.

For his first attack, the dragon naturally chose a target he believed to be weak: Chen Fan.

The black dragon crossed the void, moving toward the golden-winged roc. His thick and powerful claws swiped down at the roc.

Chen Fan gazed coldly at his opponent. Golden light shone.

He struck back, his own claws tearing toward the dragon. Their attacks collided. In raw strength, the dragon had the edge. Chen Fan was pushed back.

On the Road of Ancient Monuments, everyone started from the same place. Cultivation level meant nothing here. What was being tested was their comprehension ability and talent.

There was no room for tricks or shortcuts. Either you had it or you didn't.

While Chen Fan clashed with the dragon, the others also broke out into battles of wills.

Many rushed to send their will into the ancient monuments, merging with the Dao art. But most gained only a shallow understanding before launching into attacks. Images were constantly being displayed.

Countless people in the outside world watched the scene clearly. They even knew who was fighting whom, as the names of opponents were linked on the Immortal Draft Monument.

"How bold of Lei Meng to dare challenge Chen Fan. He's simply courting death."

The people of the True Martial Academy observed Chen Fan and the other ten or so True Martial Academy disciples taking the test. Seeing Lei Meng from the Jinyang Continent challenging Chen Fan, they all scoffed.

"Huang Wuji is also being attacked. Hoho! These people really don't know what death is. Every person from the Peerless Peak is a freak. They are simply sending themselves to death."

"You're too confident. Anyone who made it through the first two trials is already an elite. They're not weak."

"Hmph, sounds like you're praising outsiders and belittling your own."

"I'm just stating the facts."

"My god, Chen Fan was pushed back! He has fallen into a disadvantage!"

"Is that even possible?"

While the outside world buzzed, Chen Fan remained calm. He continued gazing into the void, mocking the black dragon inwardly as a fool.

Seeing Chen Fan ignoring him, a sinister look flashed across Lei Meng's large eyes. He shouted furiously, "This first battle will be your end. Get lost! You don't belong here!"

With that, the black dragon surged forward again.

Chen Fan's wings flashed, turning into a stream of golden light, and he flew up into the sky, not facing his opponent head-on. He continued gazing into the void to comprehend more of the runic lights.

The golden light on the roc grew brighter. The large wings were like golden blades, filled with a sharp aura.

"Roar!" roared the black dragon. Lei Meng knew that he couldn't let Chen Fan comprehend in peace.

He had to kill Chen Fan quickly, then move on to invade others. Speed was everything.

If he let Chen Fan comprehend more of the art, Chen Fan's strength would surge, tilting the battle even more against Lei Meng.

The only way for him to win was to end the battle as soon as possible.

Thus began a high-speed chase.

The golden-winged roc was struck and injured on several occasions. Outside the monument, Chen Fan, standing before the stone, groaned. After another brutal strike, he even coughed up fresh blood.

Still, within the monument's space, the roc's eyes only grew sharper.

The golden light on him illuminated the sky. Lei Meng's expression shifted slightly; there was a flicker of anxiety in his eyes.

Yet retreating now to resume comprehension meant falling behind for good. His only choice was to continue attacking with powerful attacks.

And it wasn't just their battle lighting up the void. Numerous ancient monuments were connected in the void. Countless duels were now being projected into the sky, causing the people in the outside world to widen their eyes in shock.

"What is going on? Why is Chen Fan being suppressed and beaten up?"

"Could it be that Chen Fan will be stopped at the third stage?"

Anxiety spread through the ranks of the True Martial Academy. Even those on the Tianwu Continent who knew Chen Fan were astonished, as his performance fell far short of his reputation.

"Hehe, this must be Chen Fan's true level. He is just overrated. Who knows what tricks he used to build such a reputation? Now, he's finally exposed."

Some people who were jealous of Chen Fan smiled coldly.

It seemed like Chen Fan's failure was their biggest success.

Jinyang Continent:

"Good going! As expected of Senior Brother Lei Meng. He is truly extraordinary, firmly suppressing his opponent and beating him up. In my opinion, Chen Fan or whatshisname probably got through the first two tests by pure luck."

"Senior Brother Lei Meng is mighty and overwhelming. With this performance, his path to immortality is practically guaranteed!"

Cheers erupted from Lei Meng's sect as they watched him suppress Chen Fan, who could only dodge, never daring to face him head-on.

Most of the attention on Chen Fan's battle came from the Tianwu and the Jinyang continents. But other images captured the gaze of different regions.

For example, countless people from the Tianxuan Continent were paying attention to every move of Lǚ Wangxian and the others.

His ancient monument showed him clad in silver-white armor, bow and arrows in hand. He was confident, composed, and strikingly handsome.

His opponent was a pride of heaven from the Xifang Continent. The attack was, of course, initiated by Lǚ Wangxian.

Light shimmered around him. As he pulled the bowstring, runes lit up. The arrow shot forth like a streak of starlight, buzzing through the air like a flash of lightning.

Puchi.

A soft noise rang out. In the images, the pride of heaven from Xifang Continent had their glabella pierced through. And their ancient monument dimmed.

He opened his eyes, standing before the now-dark monument. Lifting his gaze toward Lǚ Wangxian, his face showed deep desolation. Immediately afterward, he heaved and spewed several mouthfuls of fresh blood in succession. His immortal affinity had been taken, and he was ejected from the trial.

Lǚ Wangxian also opened his eyes. He glanced in Chen Fan's direction, traces of killing intent flashing in his eyes. He raised his feet and walked up to another row of ancient monuments. Releasing his senses, he locked onto a target and began cultivating once more.