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"Retreat, quick, retreat!"

The remaining twenty or so people had realized that continuing to fight Ye Fan was tantamount to actively rushing to their deaths, and their eyes filled with fear as they retreated.

"Stop! All of you stop for me, who allowed you to back down? Get back in there!" Huang Zicheng's face changed dramatically as he yelled.

"Get out of the way! Move it!"

Seeing that Huang Zicheng still dared to obstruct them, an Ancient Martial Artist from the East Sea showed no mercy and delivered a heavy kick to Huang Zicheng, sending him sprawling in a manner aptly described as "eating dirt."

Realizing that the situation was getting out of hand, Huang Zicheng looked at Chen Longpeng in panic and said, "Uncle, are you charged up yet? Act quickly! If you don't take action now, today we will all die!"

Only a handful of the Ancient Martial Artists from the East Sea had been slain by Ye Fan, and Huang Zicheng was completely panicked. His only hope now lay with Chen Longpeng.

If Chen Longpeng also lost to Ye Fan, Huang Zicheng scarcely dared to imagine his own fate.

"Shut your mouth!"

Chen Longpeng, upon hearing Huang Zicheng's urging voice, wished he could slap Huang Zicheng dead on the spot.

If it hadn't been for Huang Zicheng offending Ye Fan, Chen Longpeng wouldn't be facing a life-and-death crisis at this moment.

"I..." Scolded by Chen Longpeng, Huang Zicheng opened his mouth to argue, but ultimately, no retort came out.

"Not fully charged yet?"

As the remaining East Sea Ancient Martial Artists fled in a sorry state, Ye Fan looked at Chen Longpeng with a mocking face.

Chen Longpeng's face was twisted with discomfort as he said, "Don't get too proud of yourself, boy! Just you wait until I'm fully charged. I'll see how I can slay you then!"

"Fine! I'll give you the chance! Go ahead and charge!" Ye Fan said with an icy smile.

At those words, Chen Longpeng was taken aback; he had never expected Ye Fan to give him a chance to catch his breath.@@novelbin@@

He knew that just after unleashing his last spear attack, the inner strength within his body had been almost entirely expended. Now, if he wanted to unleash The Thirteenth Spear again, he would need to gather strength continuously.

Chen Longpeng had thought Ye Fan would take advantage of his victory, but, unexpectedly, Ye Fan had given him an opportunity.

Staring at Ye Fan, Chen Longpeng said coldly, "Impressive! I must admit, you've got guts! After I slay you, I will personally erect a tombstone for you!"

"Less talk, hurry up and charge. If I become impatient later and decide to slay you, I will do just that!" Ye Fan commanded.

"Fine! Just you wait!"

Where would Chen Longpeng dare to waste words any further? He held the Silver Spear, entered the state of Man-Spear Unity, and frantically began to gather strength with the intent of slaying Ye Fan with one spear thrust.

"Ye Fan is actually giving Chen Longpeng the chance to gather strength, has he lost his mind?"

"Mad! I think Ye Fan has truly gone mad. Has he forgotten how ferocious Chen Longpeng's last move was?"

"Indeed! Once Chen Longpeng finishes charging, he won't hold back!"

Witnessing Ye Fan giving Chen Longpeng the opportunity, many spectators from the Central Plains were immensely shocked.

One minute! Five minutes!

Ten minutes!

In the blink of an eye, ten minutes passed by, and the aura within Chen Longpeng's body became increasingly vast.

"Master Peng has finally finished charging!"

Feeling the violent oppressive force bursting from Chen Longpeng, the Ancient Martial Artists from the East Sea were all invigorated.

Once finished charging, Chen Longpeng swung the Silver Spear. His face twisted viciously as he bellowed, "Boy, I'm fully restored now! Your time of death is next!"

"Don't waste time, attack!" Ye Fan said in a cold voice.

"Very well, I'll grant your wish!"

Locking onto Ye Fan's figure, Chen Longpeng brandished the Silver Spear viciously and declared, "A million soldiers may wave their flags again, but I alone am unbeatable in battle today! Thirteen Life-Claiming Spears, The Thirteenth Spear, Killing Intent! Strike to kill!"

Boom!!!

Boom boom boom boom boom!

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In an instant, with Chen Longpeng taking action once more, a silver spear shadow solidified in a flash and carried ferocious force as it blasted towards Ye Fan.

This time, Chen Longpeng's power was much more terrifying than before; wherever the spear shadow passed, the ground was shattered by the surging waves of energy.

"What terrifying power, Chen Longpeng's spear now is even more dreadful than the one before!"

"Indeed! It's so strong. Whether Ye Fan can withstand it is anyone's guess!"

"In my opinion, it's going to be tough!"

Many worried for Ye Fan, fearing that he would be obliterated by Chen Longpeng's spear.

"Master Peng is serious now. Today, that kid is dead for sure!"

Seeing Chen Longpeng's violent action, the remaining group of East Sea Ancient Martial Artists were all as excited as if they had been injected with adrenaline.

They simply refused to believe Ye Fan could withstand such a ferocious attack from Chen Longpeng.

"Good! Bring it on! Strike!"

Staring at the onrushing silver spear shadow, Ye Fan swung his war saber and charged towards the spear shadow.

"Seeking death!" laughed Chen Longpeng, unable to suppress a cold sneer upon seeing this.

This time, Chen Longpeng had fully built up his power; his overall combat strength had vastly increased compared to before. Even if he were facing a Martial Arts King or someone stronger at this moment, he had the confidence to annihilate them.

Boom!!!

However, Chen Longpeng had become joyful too soon.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Ye Fan, wielding his war saber and carrying the Thunderous Power, slashed swiftly at the silver shadow of the spear.

Struck by the ferocious power, the silver spear shadow let out a mournful cry and then dissipated.

"Shattered? Master Peng's The Thirteenth Spear was actually shattered head-on by this youngster?"

Seeing Ye Fan casually shatter Chen Longpeng's final spear attack, the Ancient Martial Artists of the East Sea exclaimed in disbelief, as if they were looking at a monster.

"Impossible! This can't be possible!"

Chen Longpeng shouted in shock as he watched Ye Fan easily break his ultimate strike.

Having shattered Chen Longpeng's peak strike with a single slash, Ye Fan said with a wicked smile, "Nothing is impossible. If I had gone all out from the start without regard for the consequences, I'm afraid you wouldn't have had the chance to strike at all!"

"This isn't right! You're not just a Martial Arts King, you're even more terrifying than that!" Chen Longpeng seemed to have realized something.

Ye Fan sneered, "I never admitted to being a Martial Arts King!"

"What? You're not a Martial Arts King? How... how is this possible?!"

Staring at Ye Fan, Chen Longpeng's inner shock was beyond measure; he found it very hard to believe this fact.

Since he was young, he was exceptionally talented in martial arts, and when he broke through to the Martial Arts King Realm at the age of thirty, he was already hailed as a prodigy.

Who could have expected that the young Ye Fan, with his combat strength, would be above that of a Martial Arts King? To speak of this was incredibly unbelievable.

"Nothing is impossible, Chen Longpeng. Tell me, are you prepared to die?" Ye Fan asked with a chilling voice.

"Prepared to die?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Longpeng's face became completely filled with difficulty.

At this moment, he finally understood why Ye Fan had given him time to build up his power a moment ago; it was because Ye Fan wanted to crush his psychological defenses.

It is easy to defeat someone face-to-face, but it is exceedingly difficult to crush their spirit.

And Ye Fan's purpose in doing so was to drive his enemy to madness before annihilating them.

He wanted the overbearing Chen Longpeng to realize that the gap between them was like an insurmountable chasm, one that he could never cross with any sense of pleasure.

Ye Fan said coldly, "That's right! Are you ready to die? I can hardly wait to cut you down!"

"Go!"

Realizing that Ye Fan would not let him off, driven by an immense desire to survive, Chen Longpeng suddenly hurled his Silver Spear.

"Insignificant skills!"

Seeing the Silver Spear coming, Ye Fan, with his war saber, fiercely deflected the spear to the side.

Whish—

Having successfully diverted Ye Fan's attention, Chen Longpeng didn't dare to hesitate, quickly turning around and fleeing.

"Thinking of escaping? The ones I've set out to kill have never been able to flee from under my watch!"

Locking onto the retreating figure of Chen Longpeng, Ye Fan's gaze shot out a cold glint. He suddenly kicked the Silver Spear that had fallen to the ground.

Whoosh—

Struck by Ye Fan, the Silver Spear flew like a mad arrow towards Chen Longpeng.

Under the gaze of countless onlookers, the Silver Spear, fast as lightning, plunged deeply into Chen Longpeng's chest.

"Ugh!"

Pierced by his own Silver Spear, Chen Longpeng screamed in pain, his knees buckling as he knelt on the ground.

Drip! Drip!

Next moment, crimson blood flowed out from his chest, pain almost causing Chen Longpeng to pass out.

Were it not for his status as a Martial King, he would have likely died already.

"Run! Why aren't you running now?"

Ye Fan, holding his war saber, arrived in front of Chen Longpeng; his face was full of mockery.

"No! Don't kill me! Please don't kill me! Just spare my life, and I will follow you!" Chen Longpeng said in desperation.

As a Martial King, Chen Longpeng had too much to lose, and he was extremely reluctant to part with all the pleasures of life.

If he were to die like this, wealth, status, and beauties would all turn into nothing but fleeting clouds.

"Willing to follow me?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan smiled coldly, "Sorry, there have been countless people who wanted to follow me, and you're not qualified enough!"

As his words fell, Ye Fan swung his war saber fiercely towards Chen Longpeng's head.