Chapter 123 - One Attack Across Space

Chapter 123 - One Attack Across Space

Duan Jingtian’s voice had made Chen Fan’s heart sink.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place, he wondered if he should release Zhong Li’s group.

The animosity between them had solidified, making reconciliation nearly impossible.

Should he not let them go, then?

Duan Jingtian stood just outside Dragon Mountain Blessed Land, and once the training concluded, a calamity would likely befall Chen Fan.

No one was allowed to interfere during Dragon Mountain Blessed Land training.

Yet, Duan Jingtian had blatantly disregarded the rules by audibly expressing his presence. This blatant overstep showcased Duan Jingtian's dominance.

"Heh, feeling frightened, little brat? Scared, aren't you?" jeered He Junyang, reveling in Chen Fan's disquiet. "Your fate was sealed the moment you crossed paths with Heaven's Alliance. You are a dead man walking right now."

“Brat, quickly help me up!” Zhong Li commanded sharply, also caught off guard by Duan Jingtian's unexpected appearance outside the blessed land.

“You imbecile, quickly kneel, kowtow, and beg for our forgiveness. Are you still holding on to your pitiful delusions in front of Senior Brother Duan Jingtian? How na?ve, how laughable!” scolded Yang Feng, his abrupt shift from fear to arrogance bordering on the absurd.

Chen Fan grappled with a tumult of conflicting emotions

What should I do? Should I release them?

Even if I release them, they will definitely not let me go! But if I kill them, death will wait for me outside the blessed land! It’s death for me, no matter which path I choose!

A whirlwind of thoughts raced through Chen Fan's mind, and the source of this mounting pressure was Duan Jingtian.

Hmph! Martial artists should have backbone, pride, and ambition. Since I’m dead either way, I should take a few down as cushions for my grave. And if Zhuo Bufan and the others refuse to help me, I’ll just seek refuge with the other three sects. I’m sure they won’t reject me with the talents I’ve shown so far. That way, there’s still a chance for survival!

A flicker of ruthless determination gleamed in Chen Fan's eyes as soon as he saw the light in the darkness.

He had found a path of life after being placed in the most desperate situation!

“Are you done yapping?” Chen Fan slowly looked up, his eyes filled with darkness.

“No, it’s far from—” He Junyang shouted even more arrogantly; suddenly, he couldn’t utter a single word.

Chen Fan had created a long qi spear; with a whoosh, he thrust it into He Junyang’s throat.

He Junyang's wide-eyed stare reflected disbelief.

Why would Chen Fan dare to do that?

Senior Brother Duan Jingtian had already spoken. Chen Fan should have been on his knees, begging for forgiveness. Yet, he dared to kill.

“You...”

Zhong Li and the rest were also stunned, horror replacing the words at the tip of their tongues. Chen Fan, in their eyes, had transformed into a devil.

Chen Fan had killed He Junyang!

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Duan Jingtian’s voice, dripping with anger, rolled out like thunder and spread everywhere.

“Myriad Elephants Divine Art, Unparalleled God's Strength!”

“Undefeated King’s Fist, Battling Heaven and Earth!”

Chen Fan roared to the skies, his aura rich and powerful.

His cultivation revolved fiercely, and his primeval qi surged like a torrent. Three heads and six arms struck simultaneously, and his attacks rushed out like meteors, stars, and rivers.

Rumble!

A thunderous rumble reverberated through space as Chen Fan's primeval qi wreaked havoc.

The onslaught hit Zhong Li's group like a sledgehammer, making them spew blood uncontrollably.

Amid the chaos, Chen Fan's eyes gleamed with razor-sharp focus, feeling the weight of an ancient sacred mountain attempting to crush him into oblivion.

His three heads and six arms relentlessly bombarded the colossal hand, depleting his primeval qi at an alarming rate. The oppressive force of the descending hand seemed insurmountable.

A primeval qi arm collapsed.

Two primeval qi arms collapsed.

A primeval qi head shattered.

Chen Fan's arms moved in a blur, striking the enormous hand like a relentless tide. The force in his punches could shake mountains and rivers, the strength in his palms crossing the nine heavens.

Each successive punch outpaced the last, and every palm strike intensified in fierceness.

Crack! Crack!

Under Chen Fan’s crazy barrage of attacks, cracks appeared on the enormous heaven-obscuring primeval qi hand.

However, the toll on Chen Fan became evident; he was now in an extremely dire state.

His three heads and six arms were gone. The pressure had torn his clothes and skin, making fresh blood gush like a stream.

The colossal hand forcefully pushed him into the desert sand. Despite this, Chen Fan's resilience remained unbroken; he refused to bow even an inch.

His blood was boiling.

His primeval qi was burning.

His strength was surging.

So what if he was Duan Jingtian?

Not even he can force him to bow!

“Shatter!”

With a defiant roar, his arms, seemingly crafted from steel, struck ruthlessly. Empowered by the ancient dragon-elephant's might, he finally shattered the descending heaven-obscuring hand with a resounding rumble.

Bang, bang, bang!

The enormous hand exploded like a firecracker, turning into rolling primeval qi and dissipating into the air.