Chapter 53 - Two Halves
“No!” exclaimed Qin Changkong as he witnessed the attack from the observation gallery.
The Raging Flames Great Cultivation Technique was a profound tier cultivation technique, and the Heavenly Net Massacre was also a quasi-profound tier martial skill. Capable of splitting mountains, ending rivers, and vaporizing streams, they posed a significant threat.
These very techniques were the source of Fei Kuang’s confidence when he had threatened Gu Zhan, asking him to lose to Chen Fan.
The disparity between profound-tier and quasi-profound-tier martial arts was substantial.
Within the same realm, a martial artist practicing a profound tier cultivation technique could easily overpower two or three martial artists practicing a quasi-profound-tier cultivation technique.
Boom boom.
The spider web-like fiery blade light cut through the air. The air ignited wherever it passed, transforming the space into a burning inferno. The scorching heat waves seared Chen Fan's skin.
“Chen Fan, I’ve never used Raging Flames Great Cultivation Technique against someone with a cultivation level lower than me. They are unworthy of witnessing this profound-tier cultivation technique. However, you are the first exception," declared Fei Kuang with fury. "But this also sealed your fate—Death. There is no escape for you, be it in heaven or on earth."
In his eyes, someone with a sixth-level cultivation like Chen Fan was nothing more than an ant. Yet, he had been compelled to unleash his most powerful attack; he felt humiliated.
He could only wash away this humiliation with Chen Fan’s blood.
“Profound tier cultivation technique, a genuine profound tier cultivation technique! Not a quasi one! What terrifying powers. I feel like my entire being is on the verge of being incinerated into nothingness by this blade," exclaimed a shocked observer.
“As expected of one of the leaders of the alliance’s outer sect branch, practicing a real profound tier cultivation technique. His vigorous primeval qi isn’t any weaker than someone at the eighth level. He can fight against experts at the eighth level.”
“Chen Fan is in danger now. He could have lived for a little longer, but he just had to court death. No one can save him now.”
Even those unaffiliated with the Heaven's Alliance couldn't help but gasp in shock, marveling at Fei Kuang's incredible strength.
Chen Fan’s expression also became a little graver.
Fei Kuang was arrogant, but he also had the strength to back it up. He was no weaker than martial artists at the early stage of the eighth level.
Rumble!
Chen Fan thrust his palms forward, unleashing the Vajra Seal and Chakravarti Seal in succession.
It was useless, however.
The Vajra Seal was effortlessly sliced into pieces like tofu, while the Chakravarti Seal failed to generate even the slightest ripple.
“Golden Light Palm!”
Undeterred, Chen Fan summoned his strength and unleashed another palm strike. A brilliant golden light radiated from his palm, forming a colossal golden hand measuring around ten meters in size. The palm seal's vein lines pulsed with primeval qi, exuding an oppressive aura.
“You’ve infuriated me. You’ve thoroughly infuriated me, you know that? No one has ever made me this angry. You’re the first and will be the last. You have to die. You must die!”
His furious roar resembled that of a wounded wild beast descending into madness. His primeval qi went berserk, and his eyes turned a bloody red, emanating a horrifying aura.
“You have to die. You must die! No one can save you. Die!”
Fei Kuang jumped at him.
He decided to use every ounce of his primeval qi, transforming it into fiery embers that could scorch mountains and boil seas. The sea of embers rolled in waves, and Chen Fen felt like his face was about to be hit with boiling water.
Whoosh!
A terrifying flaming blade descended upon Chen Fan. It was a simple yet formidable attack. There was only one blade, but it carried the resonance of churning sea waves as if an entire ocean lay beneath it. This blade could potentially evaporate a sea, posing a threat of immense magnitude.
This was Fei Kuang's strongest move: Raging Flames Boils the Sea.
Chen Fan felt his soul tremble. There was no escape or hiding from this blade.
This attack could even vaporize an entire sea, so where could he possibly hide?
His pores opened wide, desperately gasping for air like someone on the verge of drowning. Every hair on his body stood on end, and goosebumps covered his skin. An oppressive, dangerous, and deadly aura enveloped him.
Chen Fan's mind raced, realizing that all his martial skills were futile against this blade. They would be torn apart and vaporized instantly. The blade's power was comparable to that of a profound tier martial art.
“Myriad Elephants Divine Art, unparalleled divine strength, tear it apart!”
His primeval qi surged, taking the form of ancient wild elephants. His muscles swelled, his bones creaked, and his tendons resonated like dragons or vibrating strings.
Chen Fan instantly became three inches taller. His limbs became thick and robust, giving the impression that his tendons were forged from steel and his bones from iron, containing terrifying strength within, able to collapse mountains and shatter the earth.
He was using the Myriad Elephants Divine Art to its limit. Summoning every ounce of his power, he reached out to grab the descending blade that could vaporize a sea.
Clang!
As if hitting an impenetrable wall of iron, the precious blade, crafted from fine iron, shattered into two pieces with a resounding clang.
“Die!”
Chen Fan rushed forth, bringing a violent wind with him as he appeared before Fei Kuang. Before Fei Kuang could even react, he felt his shoulders being seized, his bones seemingly on the verge of being crushed.
Fei Kuang was overwhelmed by a wave of excruciating pain as if his body was being torn apart.
With a loud tearing noise, Chen Fan actually ripped Fei Kuang into two before he could even let out a scream. Fresh blood and internal organs spilled onto the floor.
Silence.
In an instant, the entire outer sect plaza went dead silent.