Unrivaled Martial Emperor

"Beautifully done!"

"Haha, that's the Chen Fan we know!"

"That Zi Dongyang counts for nothing. In front of Chen Fan, he still has to kneel!"

"I want to see the expressions on those Ziyang Continent bastards now!"

The Tianwu Continent crowd erupted the moment Chen Fan defeated Zi Dongyang.

They had never paid much attention to the Ziyang Continent, Tianxuan Continent, and the others.

However, that unprecedented battle had left the people of the Tianwu Continent deeply hostile toward those from the Ziyang and Tianxuan Continents.

Now, watching Chen Fan crush Zi Dongyang, a so-called peerless genius of Ziyang, they were ecstatic. This was equivalent to them giving the people of the Ziyang Continent a tight slap on their faces once more.

Zi Dongyang's expression was horrid.

When he had invaded Chen Fan's monument, he had failed to achieve anything. But when Chen Fan invaded his monument, he was defeated.

The contrast was brutal: one-sided, undeniable, and humiliating. Shame and fury boiled within him. He wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

Moreover, this loss meant that he couldn't continue to move forward. He was stuck before the fourth row, disqualified from comprehending the deeper mysteries of the monuments.

Damn it! Damn it! How could this happen? How could I, Zi Dongyang, lose to this little bastard? How?

His eyes burned red as he roared inwardly, consumed by disbelief.

Chen Fan, indifferent to his opponent's collapse, stepped forward to the fourth row. He silently attuned himself to the ancient monuments before him.

Soon, he sensed a different aura from one of the ancient monuments: a demonic aura.

He cultivated the Chaotic Heaven Demonic Art and had the Lord of Myriad Demons' legacy. So he could be considered a demonic cultivator. Naturally, he could feel the auras of demonic arts better than others.

"That's the one."

Chen Fan walked up to this ancient monument. He believed in his feelings.

Standing before the ancient monument, he sent his consciousness into it. A radiant glow emerged as his will merged with the structure. This time, what appeared was a towering giant. Ancient, overwhelming, it seemed as if it ruled over heaven and earth.

In the void, large ancient characters etched themselves into Chen Fan's mind.

While Chen Fan was cultivating, fierce battles erupted across the area. Prides of heaven retired one after another, their faces filled with indignity.

However, the third test was fair. Everyone had started at the same line. If some progressed faster, it was because they grasped something others didn't. The weaker could only do some introspection.

"Only nine hundred people are left. Just a hundred more must fall before the final eight hundred are confirmed!"

Half of the original eighteen hundred had been eliminated. Even several renowned figures from major continents had fallen, drawing gasps and sighs from the crowd.

However, the elimination wasn't over, as a hundred more needed to be cut.

This process had become like waves filtering sand, layer by layer. Those who remained all possessed tremendous strength and had comprehended the divine Dao art within the ancient monuments to an extremely profound level.

No one dared to strike blindly now. A failed challenge could mean instant elimination. The risk wasn't worth it.

As a result, the scene froze. No one moved, the air thick with tension.

"It's getting interesting now. Only eight hundred people will pass this test. An extra hundred have to be eliminated, but no one dares to make a move recklessly. The situation has come to a standstill."

"Hoho, for them to make it this far while resisting the pressure, they're all quite strong. Even those still in the first row have cultivated the power of the monuments to an impressive degree."

"That may be the case, but the extra hundred still needs to go. I doubt those at the top will sit idle much longer; it won't be long before they make a move to clean them out."

"The one most afraid should be those still in the first row of ancient monuments. They have only one shot. If they fail, they're out."

"That battle between Chen Fan and Nangong Chan previously had alerted many people. Some took the initiative and pushed into the second row to give themselves a safety net."

The people in the outside world understood the situation clearly and discussed it openly.

The contenders in front of the monuments understood just as well.

The atmosphere was delicate. Those standing in the first row felt apprehensive. Their eyes darted around, wanting to break the situation.

The current situation would not last long. Once people like Lǚ Wangxian reached the seventh and comprehended the power within, they would take action and clean up the final hundred people and end the third test.

"There are still the fifth row, sixth row, and seventh row of ancient monuments. I need to defeat three more people to walk to the end..."

His will surged toward another monument, invading it.

When that person saw Chen Fan invading his ancient monument, his expression immediately turned ugly. Lightning flashed on him, staring at Chen Fan's deep and fierce eyes filled with unmistakable ambition.

Buzz.

Fierce winds raged. Dazzling golden light shone. Chen Fan rushed toward this person as fast as lightning.

He defeated this person almost instantly, making his true self spew a mouthful of fresh blood. Their expression turned dark.

Chen Fan's will did not stop. He defeated two more people consecutively and opened the path to the seventh row of ancient monuments.

Time passed quickly.

Every day, people were eliminated, while Chen Fan, who had started behind, steadily caught up. He even crushed figures like Zi Dongyang along the way, his brilliance growing with every step.

Seeing Chen Fan and the others steadily advancing, both the spectators outside and the cultivators in front of the monuments knew: the final moment was near.

Which eight hundred would pass? The answer rested in the hands of Chen Fan and the others.

Those people in front of the first row of ancient monuments were like cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered, terrified.

By contrast, the ones in the second row showed signs of relief. They had at least one layer of protection.

Time passed again.

People like Lǚ Wangxian and Huang Wuji had already reached the seventh row of ancient monuments and had begun comprehending the divine Dao arts within.

Seeing this, the crowd's hearts pounded, as if they were in the arena themselves, gripped by emotion.

Everyone understood that once those few unlocked the seventh-row monuments, the final eight hundred would be decided.