Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 360 - Unstoppable Momentum

Everyone was shocked. However, the Chen Clan members also felt relief after surviving the disaster.

They had thought that they would all die today; unexpectedly, Chen Fan appeared at the crucial moment to save them. He killed half the people in the Zhao Clan’s group with a single attack and forced Zhao Hong, Zhao Lei, and the others to flee.

The Chen Clan has made it through the disaster.

Chen Fan's pristine robes billowed loudly in the wind, lending him an imposing presence among the crowd. His aura was majestic and deep. Although not tyrannical, it contained a sharpness that could pierce the heavens, reminiscent of a formidable sword ready to strike.

“Can you people escape?” Chen Fan's frosty voice reached the ears of Zhao Hong and the rest; it sounded like a knell for them. Every one of them looked as if a great enemy was before them.

“I told you, since you’re here today, none of you can return alive.”

A terrifying aura burst out from Chen Fan, forming a powerful force field that enveloped the area, causing Zhao Hong and the others’ hearts to jump.

Chen Fan swung his iron spear horizontally. Crimson flames erupted, creating a towering inferno. It engulfed and overwhelmed the two Zhao Clan experts at the sixth level who had previously attacked Chen Zhengqing together.

Boom!

“Ahhh...” Miserable cries rang out immediately. The two could be seen burning within those flames. It was incomparably tragic, as they turned into ash in the blink of an eye.

“We all have to work together to deal with him!” Zhao Hong roared, and his cultivation erupted. Since it was impossible to escape, their only recourse was to fight.

Zhao Lei and the others didn’t hesitate either. They knew that their next action would decide their fate, so it was time for them to fight for their lives.

They all pushed their cultivation to the limit, shaking heaven and earth.

Rumble!

Zhao Hong and the others joined forces almost instantly and struck at Chen Fan. The air exploded layer by layer as the terrifying force washed over space like a mountain flood, descending upon Chen Fan.

“You’re overestimating yourselves!” Chen Fan laughed coldly, delivering a straightforward punch.

Boom, thump!

This punch made the space tremble violently.

Subsequently, concentric rings of spatial distortions appeared. The terrifying force surged over, instantly destroying Zhao Hong and the others’ combined attack easily.

“Amazing!” The residents of Watermoon City gasped in awe, their gazes quivering.

When Zhao Hong and the others had unleashed their attacks, its surging aura left the onlookers feeling suffocated.

Chen Fan’s casual attack had neutralized the combined attack of a ninth-level Yuanfu realm expert, three eighth-level Yuanfu realm experts, and several seventh-level Yuanfu realm experts. It was astonishing and left the people wondering if their eyes were deceiving them.

“Father, leave the Zhao Clan to me. You guys deal with those traitors,” Chen Fan said indifferently.

Although Zhao Hong and his companions’ combined strength was formidable, he wasn’t too worried about them. After all, it was formidable for others but not for him.

If it were half a year ago, Chen Fan would have unleashed the Wings of Rain Dragon and fled for his life if he had to face the joint forces of the Zhao Clan.

But now, it was the Zhao Clan who should think of a way to escape.

“Alright!” Chen Zhengqing nodded. His gaze became incredibly cold as he looked at the traitorous private troops.

“Patriarch, mercy, mercy, please! We didn’t have a choice...”

“Right, right. We were forced to. We didn’t want to die.”

“......”

The private troops immediately knelt on the ground, begging for mercy. Their repeated kowtowing was like pounding garlic.

Chen Zhengqing smiled coldly and said, “Hah, forced into it? If all you did was turn your backs against my Chen Clan, I could have forgiven you. But you never should have made a move against our people. Face your fate!"

Without hesitation, Chen Zhengqing and his allies swiftly dispatched the treacherous private troops.

“Ahhh, ahhh...”

Although the situation coerced the private troops' betrayal, they had laid their hands on the Chen Clan members. Therefore, they couldn’t be spared.

Meanwhile, Chen Fan paid no heed to Chen Zhengqing's actions. Instead, he fixed a cold gaze upon Zhao Hong's group, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips.

“I am sure you didn’t wake up today thinking this would be your last day. Alas, I won’t even give you the time to regret it. All of you will have to... die!” said Chen Fan; suddenly, he vanished from his spot.

He reappeared before a Zhao Clan expert at the seventh level, and with a shake of his arm, the iron spear stabbed out violently. Before the expert could even react, he was dead.

“Damn it! Rally together; don't allow him to pick us off one by one. I've already sent word to the old patriarch. All we need to do is to hold on until he arrives. Then, this little bastard will die without a doubt!” Zhao Hong shouted. Zhao Lei and the others quickly came over one after another.

“Oh? You've alerted Zhao Tianjue? Saves me the trip to the imperial city to deal with him myself," Chen Fan retorted coldly, displaying disdain toward the Illusory Core realm Zhao Tianjue.

“What arrogance!”

“Shameful boasting!”

“It will be your death when our old patriarch arrives, you bastard!” Zhao Hong and the others immediately cursed out loud.

Ignoring their outbursts, Chen Fan charged into their defensive formation, wielding his iron spear.

In front of absolute strength, all kinds of methods and tricks were useless.

As soon as Chen Fan made a move, his aura pressed toward the Zhao Clan members like a mountain. Even Zhao Hong, also at the ninth level like Chen Fan, felt a deadly pressure under this terrifying aura.

Rumble!

The Zhao Clan members’ protective primeval force exploded abruptly.

The powerful pressure forced them to push their cultivation to the absolute limit. Primeval vessels rose above their heads, and various phenomena appeared at their backs, reflecting the cultivation technique they practiced, shining brilliantly.

Bang!

Chen Fan took a step forward, ignoring all space, distance, and primeval force in his way, attacking and killing the Zhao Clan members.

A single person was brazenly charging into so many and attacking.

What kind of crazy behavior was this? He seemed like a moth to a flame in the crowd's eyes. Not even “seeking your own death” seemed to fit this situation.

Fierce! Fierce! Fierce!

Chen Fan attacked brazenly, and several spear silhouettes pierced through the void.

Every spear thrust carried enough power to destroy heaven and decimate earth. The attacks broke the Zhao Clan members’ auras and shook their defensive formation, the impact causing them to spew blood wildly.

Chen Fan’s robes fluttered in the wind like white clouds rolling over and covering the sky.

His gaze was like lightning, piercing across the sky.

His hands were like the wrath of thunder, tearing the mountains.

His primeval force was like meteors crashing to the earth, piercing through the continent.

No one could find the words to describe how lofty Chen Fan seemed.

“Die!” Chen Fan spat out a singular icy word.

With a rumbling noise, Chen Fan stabbed his iron spear. The space trembled, seemingly unable to withstand the terrifying strength he unleashed.

The Zhao Clan members’ auras were destroyed with a bang, and their defensive formation was broken apart. The eighth-level Yuanfu realm expert, Zhao Lei, watched as Chen Fan’s iron spear darted toward him, unable to stop it at all.