Chapter 117 - Wang Fuchen’s Death

Chapter 117 - Wang Fuchen’s Death

Chen Fan’s primeval qi wings were utterly out of Wang Fuchen’s expectations; now, he had no advantage.

Helpless against Chen Fan's relentless and powerful attacks, he faced the imminent threat of being beaten to death.

Wang Fuchen had no choice but to go all out.

Powerful sword intent erupted from Wang Fuchen, making the air whistle mournfully.

Wooo, woooo...

The sword intent harnessed the surrounding air, transforming it into a formidable sword qi that sliced through the void.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang...

The ferocious sword qi, incomparably sharp and propelled by innumerable rotations, dragged the surrounding air with it as it collided violently with Chen Fan’s punch. Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

The ensuing qi force reached a staggering level, disturbing the air and lifting countless grains of sand.

Clank, clank, clank, clank, clank.

The rotation accelerated, producing a cacophony of clanking sounds as the airborne gravel produced sparks upon collision.

Amid the noise, more sand got whisked into the air, reminiscent of a whale drawing in water, creating an eerie desert spectacle akin to an apocalypse.

While Wang Fuchen was no longer actively attacking Qin Yao, the qi ripples generated from the fight forced her to fall back miles away from the center of the clash.

Qi Grandmasters were considered strong, but that was among Qigong realm martial artists. Any Qi Grandmaster, when compared to Chen Fan and Wang Fuchen, was incomprehensibly weak. Any random ripple from their fight could severely injure them.

Qin Yao sensed Wang Fuchen’s intense sword intent and realized that he was about to reveal his trump cards.

If she were caught in the crossfire, Chen Fan would be affected, so she decided against doing anything to distract him.

Rumble!

A series of thunderous booms reverberated.

Chen Fan saw Qin Yao retreating to a secure location, which relieved him. With a focused gaze, he zeroed in on Wang Fuchen, looking serious.

Wang Fuchen had been forced to risk his life.

The full-force assault of a Yuanfu realm powerhouse demanded his utmost attention; underestimating it was not an option.

Thinking of this, Chen Fan rotated his cultivation fiercely. Primeval qi surged through him like a powerful river, giving him immense strength.

He simultaneously activated the Myriad Elephants Divine Art, making his flesh, blood, tendons, and bones emit sounds reminiscent of an elephant's cry. Strength coursed through his limbs and skeleton.

Chen Fan once again felt the need to release all his strength like he did when he had become a Qi Grandmaster.

“You wretched little bastard, take pride in the fact that you've driven me to this, even if this leads to your death,” said Wang Fuchen, his sword intent growing more pronounced with each passing moment. The storm created by his sword qi also became incomparably fierce.

His sword intent waned rapidly, while Chen Fan’s momentum was like a torrential downpour, falling unceasingly.

“Impossible, break for me...!” Wang Fuchen roared furiously.

A primeval vessel rushed out from the top of his head, suppressing heaven and earth. An immortal aura permeated the space, gleaming with the resplendence of treasures.

Wang Fuchen pushed his powers to their zenith, his primeval force burning fervently, transmuting into an unparalleled power.

Buzz.

Wang Fuchen’s sword suddenly shone brilliantly, and a powerful sword qi rushed out.

It broke through the seemingly endless thick steel plates and shattered one of Chen Fan’s qi arms.

“Hatred for Heaven!”

Wang Fuchen's primeval force blazed, his vitality boiling, as the sword qi surged toward the heavens.

Wang Fuchen had truly gone all out. His cultivation revolved to the limit, forcibly executing Hatred Asunder Sword Technique’s final move—Hatred for Heaven.

Bang, bang, bang!

Chen Fan’s qi heads and arms exploded almost instantly, turning into rolling primeval qi and scattering in the air.

Clang!

Wang Fuchen’s sword tore through the air, its tip striking Chen Fan. However, it sounded like it had hit steel, showcasing just how strong and terrifying Chen Fan’s physique was.

Still, it was Wang Fuchen’s strongest attack. Chen Fan’s flesh was cut open as the sword penetrated him.

However, Chen Fan's flesh proved extraordinarily resilient.

His flesh and blood were incredibly dense, and the membrane under his skin connecting his tendons and bones was incomparably tough, stopping Wang Fuchen’s sword from moving any further.

“Die!”

Unfazed by the pain, Chen Fan's iron fists unleashed a relentless barrage.

Wang Fuchen's protective primeval force crumbled under the ferocious assault, a formidable force rushing into him, wreaking havoc by breaking bones and shattering organs.

Boomtch!

The massive primeval qi club moved ferociously, delivering the decisive blow.

The club had struck Wang Fuchen’s waist. His tendons tore, his bones snapped, and his organs burst. Staring fixedly at Chen Fan, Wang Fuchen drew his final breath before plummeting from the skies silently.

“Nice!”

Chen Fan paused solemnly, pulled out the sword lodged in his shoulder blade, and descended to the ground. After sensing Wang Fuchen was really dead, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

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