Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 158 - Three Punches to Exterminate a Yuanfu Realm

“Xiaofan, hurry back. Your grandfather and I will hold them back; use this opportunity to escape. If you survive, our Chen Clan will survive, and a day will come when we exact revenge!” said Chen Zhengqing, transmitting his voice through primeval qi into Chen Fan's ear.

Tan Wanshan scoffed at the attempt to transmit voice through primeval qi. "Hmph, playing tricks before me won't save your Chen Clan. This brat won't escape either.”

Though transmitting voice through primeval qi was a covert act, Tan Wanshan, a Yuanfu realm powerhouse, detected the fluctuation of primeval qi in the air and overheard Chen Zhengqing's message to Chen Fan.

Chen Zhengqing and Chen Tianxiong’s expressions darkened.

“From this day on, Xuanyang City will no longer have a Chen Clan.”

“Who does the Chen Clan think they are, daring to defy our clans? You must surrender whatever we desire willingly—be it your head or your life. You must never resist, or we’ll make you wish you were dead instead.”

"The Chen Clan has no place in this world anymore."

“......”

The elders of the two clans laughed arrogantly, gazing at Chen Fan and his kin as though they were already dead.

“Whatever. Since you think those two old bastards can save you, I’ll show you the true meaning of despair."

“You might be Yuanfu realm experts, but you just broke through, yet you dare to act so arrogantly. I’ll make you regret ever being born in this world.”

Chen Fan had been listening to all this quietly. Suddenly, primeval qi erupted from Chen Fan's pores, shooting through the air like razor-sharp swords capable of piercing metal.

The broken arrows in the square levitated, each spinning fiercely with a haunting wail.

Some iron arrows even sparked from the friction with the air during their high-speed rotations, producing the pungent scent of burning iron.

“Hell Vortex!”

Chen Fan roared in his heart. All the arrows that filled the sky surged toward Tan Wanshan and Liu Shan.

“You are courting death, little bastard. You’re courting death!”

Tan Wanshan and Liu Hong erupted in fury at Chen Fan's daring attack. Their auras transformed into colossal hands that spanned the sky, swatting away the arrows.

“You old fogeys, I’ll send you to your deaths!” Chen Fan sneered.

Much to the astonishment of the onlookers, wings suddenly sprouted from Chen Fan's back. With a swish, a powerful gust of wind knocked the two clans' troops off their feet.

“Die!” Chen Fan floated up, standing before Tan Wanshan and delivering a forceful punch.

“Little bastard, you’re sending yourself to death, you know that!?”

When Tan Wanshan saw Chen Fan sprouting wings, he was surprised, but some part of him also felt fear.

Even if he had mastered a martial art that allowed him to fly, for a mere Qi Grandmaster to challenge a Yuanfu realm expert like him was nothing short of seeking death.

Tan Wanshan’s primeval force transformed into a fiery red blade, carrying a scorching aura. The blade spewed out sharp qi that condensed into streaks of flaming blade qi.

“Raging Flames Violent Blade!”

Tan Wanshan executed a vicious chop, sending a scorching wave of qi hurtling towards Chen Fan. A burnt smell lingered in the air as the blade violently rubbed against the air, igniting and transforming into a flaming blade.

Below them, Tan Feng raised his head to watch them, a cruel smile on his face. “This brat dares to seek out the old patriarch alone. He’s truly seeking death!”

No matter how formidable a Qi Grandmaster was, they are still just that—a Qi Grandmaster. The gap between them and Yuanfu realm powerhouses was insurmountable.

“Under Old Patriarch Tan’s blade, not even your ghost will remain. This little bastard will surely die without a complete corpse.” Liu Hong also breathed a sigh of relief.

Both the old patriarchs had come to oversee the situation. After slaying Chen Fan, it would be time for the Chen Clan to get wiped out.

“Xiaofan...”

Chen Zhengqing, Chen Tianxiong, and the others were also looking up anxiously.

Chen Fan practicing a flying martial art was also out of their expectations. Even if he couldn’t win against Tan Wanshan and Liu Shan, it should be possible for him... to escape.

In this critical moment, their hearts tightened, and they could only watch helplessly, powerless to intervene.

Facing Tan Wanshan’s slash, Chen Fan showed no signs of fear.

He struck out with a punch. The air exploded and directly shattered Tan Wanshan’s Raging Flames Violent Blade, turning it into countless wisps of flame that fell and burned tiny holes in the square.

“What?”

Tan Wanshan stood there in astonishment as Chen Fan effortlessly shattered his attack with a single punch. How was this possible?

Before he could comprehend the situation, Chen Fan's second punch was already hurtling toward him.

Tan Wanshan could only raise his guard quickly, blocking with his arms.

Snap!

A sharp pain surged through his arms as Chen Fan's iron fist tore through his protective primeval force like paper.

An overwhelming force followed, breaking his arms and rupturing his organs, sending him flying backward.

“Die!”

Chen Fan chased after him so fast that it seemed like he was teleporting. His third punch blasted toward Tan Wanshan’s head.

Unable to resist, Tan Wanshan, with broken arms, could only watch as Chen Fan's cold figure approached, the iron fist descending toward his head.

“No!” Tan Wanshan let out a terrified roar. All his primeval force erupted, the surrounding space exploding, hoping this would stop Chen Fan.

Alas, it was useless!

Bang!

Before Chen Fan's fist could connect, the pressure from the punch caused Tan Wanshan's head to rupture and explode like a watermelon.

A headless corpse plunged from the sky.

Boom!

Tan Wanshan’s headless corpse crashed onto the square, raising a dust cloud.

The entire square fell deadly silent in an instant. Not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Everyone stared, forgetting to exhale, their hearts violently trembling as they watched the headless corpse.

How was that possible?

Tan Wanshan was a Yuanfu realm powerhouse, a terrifying god-like existence. His words were the law, bending everything to his will.

Yet, this mighty figure met his end with just three punches.

Gulp!

Gulp!

Gulps echoed throughout Xuanyang City as many eyes found themselves stuck on the teen in the air, his wings gently flapping. Numerous minds and gazes quivered in disbelief.

A Qi Grandmaster had effortlessly vanquished a Yuanfu realm expert. If word of this spread out, the surrounding dozen or so cities would be shaken!

“Father!”

“Grandfather!”

Tan Feng and Tan Yunlong wailed simultaneously, their faces ashen. Chen Fan had defeated Tan Wanshan in three punches—a scenario beyond comprehension.

“Wanshan...”

On the other side, Liu Shan hung frozen in mid-air.

Looking at Tan Wanshan’s headless corpse below, he shivered involuntarily.

The two had been happily conversing, planning the future of their clans just moments ago, and now, life and death separated them.

Suddenly, Liu Shan snapped back to reality, feeling an icy, penetrating gaze fixed upon him.

This gaze belonged to Chen Fan.