Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 831 - Too Big of a Gap

In the sky, the first demon general stood clad in dark golden armor, exuding the aura of an unparalleled demon king.

Demonic light radiated from his form, enveloping the battlefield. Its oppressive force bore down on all who felt it as if Mt. Tai itself loomed over them.

“I want to see how you plan to fight me,” the first demon general declared coldly, swiping his hand through the air.

A violent storm tore through heaven and earth, ravaging the surroundings. At its center, the first demon general appeared as the absolute ruler of this domain.

Rumble!

A colossal chariot surged forward, rumbling through the skies as its wheels left glowing trails in the air.

Although the first demon general was also in the half-step Manifestation realm, he was much stronger than Dou Yan. His casual movements made the primeval qi of heaven and earth shift constantly, transforming into all kinds of attacks.

This was the essence of the Manifestation realm—the ability to summon a myriad of forms by manipulating the qi of heaven and earth at will.

It was an overwhelming display of power, seemingly impossible to resist.

The crowd narrowed their eyes, looking at Chen Fan. Could he withstand such an attack?

Aang!

Suddenly, a dragon’s cry resounded from Chen Fan.

The silhouette of a flood dragon appeared behind him. Its terrifying might rippled through the heavens, so vivid it felt as if an ancient, powerful flood dragon had truly emerged.

Rumble!

The massive chariot hurtled toward Chen Fan, unstoppable in its approach.

The flood dragon’s silhouette fused with Chen Fan’s fist force, turning into a flood dragon fist force. It tore apart and broke through everything in its path, colliding violently with the golden chariot.

Rumble!

Heaven collapsed, the earth cracked, and the sun and the moon lost their light.

Boom, boom, boom...

Deafening explosions kept ringing in the crowd’s eardrums. Terrifying storms erupted continuously, sweeping outward like an apocalyptic wave.

“He received it. My god, Chen Fan actually resisted it!”

The crowd stared in disbelief as the raging storm in the sky churned violently. Their expressions froze in astonishment.

The first demon general also narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the motionless Chen Fan. A rather fierce light flashed across his eyes as he said coldly, “To withstand my attack—you have not let me down.”

Chen Fan, equally unyielding, met his gaze icily. “If this is the extent of your power, then you’ve certainly disappointed me.”

“Hmph, shameless boasting, arrogant and ignorant.” The first demon general sounded a little angry. Chen Fan’s words were like a dagger, belittling his strength.

He roared, stirring the qi in the area.

The first demon general’s aura boiled like water, looking extremely terrifying.

He repeatedly swept his hands, and golden chariots materialized, radiating overwhelming auras as they charged majestically at Chen Fan.

Rumble, rumble.

The air shook violently as if it might collapse beneath the chariots’ wheels.

Their terrifying aura blanketed the area, accompanied by deafening sounds like ten thousand galloping horses—instilling despair.

“So, this is the first demon general’s strength? It’s terrifying!”

The crowd was shaken to the core.

Even the second demon general, Jin Xingzi, grew serious at the first demon general’s attack.

Yet, despite the overwhelming onslaught, Chen Fan remained unmoved. Lotuses bloomed in his palm, birthing razor-sharp sword qi capable of tearing apart heaven and earth.

“Annihilate!” he commanded, swiping his arm. Green Lotus Sword Qi erupted and transformed into a terrifying sword. The fierce momentum pulled the blade along, slashing towards the front.

Wherever it passed, the void split open, spilling primal chaos.

Rumble!

The collision was cataclysmic. Sword qi met the chariots in a violent clash, shaking heaven and earth, and upending the world.

Chla!

Under the crowd’s horrified gazes, Chen Fan’s Green Lotus Sword Qi sliced through the first demon general’s attack like fabric.

The once-mighty golden chariots disintegrated into a mass of primeval qi, scattering in all directions.

“What?”

“No way!”

The crowd gasped, drawing sharp breaths as disbelief filled the air.

They had expected Chen Fan to struggle in the face of this attack; unexpectedly, he used one slash to wipe out the first demon general’s attack, leaving them wide-eyed in shock.

A flicker of light passed through the first demon general’s eyes. He struck out with his palm, shattering the remnants of the Green Lotus Sword Qi flying toward him into fragments.

“Impressive,” Tu Shan said, his tone laced with savage amusement. “How many years has it been since a demon general worthy of my attention appeared? It’s no wonder you could kill Dou Yan. Not bad, not bad at all!” @@novelbin@@

His eyes gleamed with a fierce light as a sinister grin spread across his face.

Boom!

Suddenly, Tu Shan moved, and a chariot appeared under him, tearing through the void with deafening rumbles, shaking space as though the heavens themselves were collapsing.

He clasped his hand and a spear appeared in his grasp. With unstoppable momentum, he drove the golden chariot forward.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Chen Fan. His towering spear, seemingly wielded by an invincible battle god, descended with the intent to end Chen Fan in a single blow.

At last, Chen Fan moved. A long spear materialized in his hand and he stabbed toward the first demon general.

Boom, thump!

The collision was cataclysmic—like two meteorites smashing into each other. The sky turned dark, the sun and the moon lost their light, and the lands sank. Terrifying forces erupted, clashing violently, while the thunderous sound threatened to rupture the crowd’s eardrums.

The two of them were like powerful deities fighting in the sky. The terrifying force pushed both of them back several steps. The space shook intensely under their feet, rumbling loudly and producing creaks, as if space itself might collapse under the strain.

Murderous qi filled the sky. The two struck with immense strength, and their speed was also shocking. In the blink of an eye, they exchanged more than a hundred moves, their movements as fast as lightning, piercing through the air.

The shockwaves set off from their exchange transformed into towering waves and swept out.

Nearby buildings trembled, but the Xuan Ting Demon Sect’s protective formations flared with black demonic light, deflecting the destruction.

The fight resembled a heavenly calamity—every misstep threatening to rip the very fabric of space apart.

The crowd was scared out of their wits, especially the demon generals. Seeing a battle of this level, their hearts were in turmoil.

Despite standing among the elites, the sheer gap between them and the likes of Chen Fan and the first demon general was insurmountable.