Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 832 - Injured

“These two are so terrifying, my god, are they really still in the Heavenly Star realm?”

“The first demon general being this strong I can accept. After all, we all call him the fifth demon lord in private. But why is the Third Demon General Chen Fan so terrifying? He is unbelievably strong despite only being at the eighth level!”

“Exactly! I feel so bad when I look at him.”

“It seems like it won’t be easy for him to take down Chen Fan.”

“......”

The crowd watched the fierce battle unfold, their hearts pounding with fear.

The sheer power of Chen Fan and the first demon general was overwhelming. The shockwaves alone made even peak Heavenly Star realm demon generals feel their lives were in danger.

None doubted that if they faced either of the two, they wouldn’t last three moves. The gap between them and these two fighters was unimaginably vast.

Even the second demon general, Jin Xingzi, was shaken to his core.

As the second demon general, he was also a symbol of strength.

While he knew he couldn’t match the first demon general, he had believed it would be a hard fight for his opponent to defeat him.

Now, witnessing the first demon general’s terrifying power, he realized the truth: defeating him would be easy, and killing him—effortless.

The princess also paid attention to the fight. Watching Chen Fan hold his ground against the first demon general, she was also in shock.

“This guy... Even Tu Shan can’t bring him down?”

As the princess of the demon sect, she knew Tu Shan’s power all too well.

She had provoked the first demon general’s ire toward Chen Fan merely to test the latter’s strength. @@novelbin@@

She never expected Chen Fan to stand as his equal. Now, seeing the battle unfold, she realized her earlier judgment had been far off the mark.

Boom!

Suddenly, the lightning-fast exchange between the two stopped. The first demon general’s spear was trembling, and a hint of shock flashed across his eyes.

The first demon general had absolute confidence in his strength.

He had confidently declared that killing any demon general—including Chen Fan—would be no great challenge. After all, Chen Fan’s ability to kill a half-step Manifestation realm expert was impressive but not beyond Tu Shan’s capabilities.

Yet now, after clashing with Chen Fan, he finally grasped the truth.

He wasn’t called the fifth demon lord in private for nothing. His strength allowed him to contend with first-level Manifestation realm experts—a cornerstone of his pride.

But against Chen Fan, his pride was crumbling.

He had fought with people countless times. At the same cultivation level, no one could defeat him. Chen Fan was an exception—a singular force who could truly challenge his supremacy.

What shocked the first demon general more was how his well-known physical strength seemed utterly ineffective against Chen Fan. Every clash felt like slamming into an unyielding wall, leaving him bruised and shaken.

Chen Fan’s physique wasn’t just comparable; it far surpassed his own.

Chen Fan looked at the first demon general indifferently and said, “This is all you’ve got? They call you the fifth demon lord in private—I expected more. Frankly, I’m disappointed.”

The first demon general was indeed powerful. Compared to Crown Prince Evil Moon or Dou Yan, he was leagues ahead, easily twice as strong and fully capable of contending with first-level Manifestation realm experts.

But against Chen Fan, it didn’t matter. His defeat was inevitable.

“What arrogance!” The first demon general was enraged. His rage rose to the heavens.

Icy killing intent surged in his eyes as Chen Fan’s disdain struck deep. No one had ever dared to look down on him like this.

“Arrogance?” Chen Fan sneered, his voice laced with disdain. Suddenly, his aura erupted violently, forming a terrifying hurricane, and his voice resounded through heaven and earth, “I have the qualifications to be arrogant!”

The crowd felt as if thunder had exploded in their chests, leaving them stunned.

Did Chen Fan have the right to such arrogance?

Without a doubt.

From his overwhelming victory over Dou Yan to his current stalemate with the formidable first demon general, Chen Fan had proven time and again that his strength was unmatched. His qualifications weren’t just earned—they were undeniable.

“Whether you have that qualification is not for you to decide. Die!”

The first demon general’s patience had worn thin. With a roar, his demonic primeval instantly stirred and boiled violently, as brilliant light radiated from him. He stepped out, charging toward Chen Fan with the momentum of a thousand-strong army, causing the air to explode.

He had to defeat Chen Fan—if he didn’t, he would be a laughingstock.

Clang!

The sound of metal trembling rushed into the sky, and qi pierced through the clouds.

Facing the first demon general’s fierce momentum, Chen Fan remained fearless. A golden aura enveloped him, making him gleam like an ancient, indestructible god, impervious to the laws of the universe.

The two collided with raw force, exchanging tremendous blows without any unnecessary flair. Their movements were direct and brutal.

With his spear in hand, Chen Fan did not use any special techniques. Instead, he relied on his immense physical strength, thrusting the spear repeatedly, each strike carrying the force to tear through the very fabric of space. The space itself trembled under the power of his assaults.

Boom, boom, boom...

But Tu Shan was no slouch. Having cultivated demonic arts—known for their excruciating difficulty but immense rewards—his physique was formidable.

Moreover, the first demon general did not rely solely on his demonic art to raise his physique’s toughness and strength; he also practiced body cultivation techniques. As a result, his physique far outclassed other demonic cultivators of the same realm.

The two of them continued to strike relentlessly. Their terrifying forces collided in a savage rhythm that left the air crackling.

The onlookers could feel their scalps tingling from the sheer intensity of the battle.

Boom!

Boom, boom!

Boom, boom, boom!

There were no complex techniques—just brutal, straightforward exchanges. In front of such strength, all other tactics were rendered irrelevant. A single strike could break through any defense.

Even if their enemy had a thousand means and ten thousand arts, all they needed was one move to crush them all.

Rumble!

Once again, they collided like two meteorites slamming into each other, creating a violent shockwave that made the crowd flinch.

Fresh blood splattered in the air, leaving everyone breathless.

Everyone widened their eyes. Someone was injured. Who was it?

Everyone secretly guessed in their hearts.

The assumption was that it was Chen Fan.

Even though Chen Fan was shockingly powerful, he was only at the eighth level. Compared to the first demon general, the gap in cultivation was immense.

If anyone were to be wounded in this battle, it seemed most logical that it would be him.

However, their movements were too fast. Everything happened in a flash. All they saw was the spray of blood, unable to pinpoint the source of the injury. Thus, they could only make guesses.

The two finally stopped in place. A light breeze blew, carrying a slight odor of blood.

The chariot under the first demon general shattered and turned to dust.

Meanwhile, his sturdy figure shook. A trail of fresh blood trickled down from a wound on his chest—deep enough to reveal bone.