Unrivaled Martial Emperor

"Ye Yuanming, we'll take your heads today first to blow the horns of our revenge!"

Chen Fan's voice resounded through heaven and earth, laced with bone-chilling killing intent.

Ye Yuanming swept his gaze over Chen Fan's group; his heart sank.

All eight of them were Legends!

He didn't expect Zhu Yue, Zhuge Mingyue, and Jian Qi to break through during this short time. Their strength had soared.

However, Ye Yuanming felt no fear, as his side held the edge in both numbers and overall power.

"Hoho, Chen Fan, you guys came at the perfect time. I was just wondering where to find you. I never thought you'd walk right into my hands. Very well, let's see how you'll escape this time!"

Ye Yuanming waved his arm. The people nearby scattered, surrounding Chen Fan's group.

"Escape? Who was it that I chased for three days and nights not long ago?" Chen Fan sneered coldly.

Ye Yuanming's expression immediately turned dark. That incident was the greatest humiliation of his life.

Had he been chased by a Greater Legend, he could've accepted that. However, Chen Fan, a newbie Legend, had made Ye Yuanming flee in disgrace, his reputation left in tatters. All of this was because of Chen Fan.

"Hmph! Don't act so smug? Without your immortal artifact, you'd be nothing. Ridiculous! But I should thank you. If you hadn't chased me, I wouldn't have stumbled on the opportunity that pushed me into the Greater Legendary realm. So, to show my gratitude, I will leave you a complete corpse!"

Ye Yuanming released a terrifying aura, sweeping through heaven and earth, suppressing the area.

"Hmph, Little Junior Brother, why bother wasting your breath on a dead man? Just kill him straight away. My saber is thirsty for blood!"

Before Yan Weiyi's voice fell, he charged forward with his saber in hand.

A terrifying aura pressed down. His target, an early-stage Lesser Legend, flinched and couldn't help but take two steps back.

Ye Yuanming didn't waste words either. With a shout, he lunged at Huang Wuji.

"Die!"

A broadsword appeared in his hand, wide like a door panel. It was wrapped in an overwhelming aura. As it swung down, space itself split open.

The opportunity he had come across helped him become a Greater Legend and get an immortal artifact: the Giant Watchtower sword.

With superior numbers, higher cultivation, and an immortal artifact, Ye Yuanming believed the battle was his. As a fellow Greater Legend, Huang Wuji would need an immortal artifact of his own to stand a chance.

If Chen Fan handed over his Blood Ax to Huang Wuji, they might contend, but then the rest would lose their edge against Ye Yuanming's Lesser Legendary realm allies.

Without an immortal artifact in hand, Chen Fan, Di Chen, and the others had no path to victory.

Or so Ye Yuanming thought. The next instant, the grin on his face froze.

Huang Wuji let out a cold snort. His aura exploded like crashing waves, thunder rolling through the sky. With a flick of his arm, a purple-gold battle halberd arced through the air, slashing down with divine might.

Thump!

Two immortal artifacts clashed fiercely, sending sparks flying everywhere.

Ugh. Ye Yuanming let out a low groan. He was pushed back repeatedly, struggling to steady himself. Fresh blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth. He looked at Huang Wuji in horror, like the latter was a battle god reborn.

"How is this possible?!" exclaimed Ye Yuanming in shock.

How could they have other immortal artifacts?

"Die!"

Huang Wuji had no idea what shocked Ye Yuanming. His gaze was ice-cold, like a ferocious beast roused from sleep. Wrapped in an incomparably terrifying aura, he charged toward Ye Yuanming like a towering, surging wave.

Simultaneously, Chen Fan and the others made their move.

Di Chen had the Blood Ax. With his late-stage Lesser Legendary realm cultivation and the ax, he could even fight a Greater Legend. He fought several Lesser Legends alone, drawing blood with every slash.

And he wasn't the only one dominating. Duanmu Lingxing, Yan Weiyi, and the others were the same.

These monster-level prodigies were all in peak form now. In the same cultivation level, they were unrivaled.

Outnumbered? Yes.

Outmatched? Not even close.

Chen Fan's group was like an ambush of tigers charging into a pack of wolves: fewer, but far deadlier.

The wolves didn't stand a chance.

"Die!"

Chen Fan had his eyes on a middle-stage Lesser Legendary realm expert. He thrust the Holy Spear of the Sun violently. Air split apart as the spear shot forward, kicking up fierce winds and towering waves like a billion-ton iron wall crashing down.

Pfft!

Before the spear even reached him, the target coughed blood from the sheer pressure, face filled with terror.

"Ahhh!" The resultant fierce winds and qi waves struck the quasi-Legends. Their flesh fell off their bones, which soon shattered.

The entire battlefield had turned into one-sided slaughter.

Below, Ji Kong and Lu Xiu were dumbfounded.

The ones who had once driven them to despair were now helpless before Chen Fan's group of eight. They were vomiting blood, screaming in pain, and drenched in gore.

"Retreat, all of you, retreat!"

Ye Yuanming also spewed blood repeatedly from Huang Wuji's attacks. His hand gripping the Giant Watchtower Sword was torn and mangled.

Even though they were both Greater Legends, Huang Wuji had advanced before the Immortal Draft Assembly began, so his foundation was stable. Comparatively, Ye Yuanming was a newbie and no match for him.

Ye Yuanming's heart trembled in fear. Seeing the unfavorable situation, he was ready to flee.

Chen Fan's group had shown their hand. For now, he would retreat. Once he regrouped with Luo Hao, Ji Feixue, and the others, they could surround and eliminate them later. No matter how strong Chen Fan's side was, they wouldn't survive a full pincer attack.

Ye Yuanming roared angrily, ordering their retreat. Simultaneously, he unleashed a flurry of powerful slashes, even burning a secret art to boost his strength, all to increase his odds of running away.

Thoughts of retreat also sprouted in the others' minds after hearing him. They roared furiously and sent out powerful attacks, trying to break free from their respective fights.

Murderous qi boiled over on Chen Fan and the others. How could they let them retreat just like that?

"Kill!"

Puchi!

A muffled noise rang out. Chen Fan's Holy Spear of the Sun pierced a middle-stage Lesser Legend. A terrifying force instantly exploded. With a boom, blood mist filled the air, and chunks of flesh flew everywhere.

Chen Fan plundered this person's immortal affinity. Immediately, the length of his immortal affinity soared, reaching eight hundred feet. Now, he was just two hundred feet short of the thousand feet requirement.

He didn't stop. After killing this person, he joined Di Chen's side.

Di Chen was fighting against four Lesser Legends alone. Among them were two late-stage Lesser Legends and two middle-stage Lesser Legends. The two sides were in a fierce struggle.

However, all four of them had lost all will to fight. They were only thinking of breaking free and retreating. Under their fierce outburst, they pushed Di Chen back.

However, Chen Fan quickly pounced at them, sweeping the Holy Spear of the Sun horizontally. The two middle-stage Lesser Legends were sent flying, screaming miserably.

The other two late-stage Lesser Legendary realm experts were shocked, their souls nearly leaving them. They ignored their soaring comrades and fled, looking like streams of light.

If they let Di Chen catch his breath and Chen Fan joined their fight, all four of them would soar toward hell.