Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 844 - Pain and Happiness

No one expected Chen Fan to be this terrifying.

Facing three opponents, he instantly killed the Huyan Demon Sect’s second demon general. Next, he fought Huyan Jun and the first demon general, overpowering them. When they unleashed their deadliest moves, he countered with devastating force—slaying the first general in a heartbeat and leaving Huyan Jun severely injured, screaming in agony.

This battle ended too quickly and too shockingly.

They had assumed Chen Fan would be crushed, yet he dominated from the outset, shaking the crowd to its core.

“Move aside,” Demon King Huyan said coldly.

Icy killing intent flickered crazily in his eyes. Chen Fan had become his top target—not just for killing his generals and injuring his son, but for the sheer threat he posed.

Chen Fan was only at the eighth level, so he should have been easy prey for Huyan Jun, the first demon general, the second one, or any of his generals. Any of them could easily kill a bunch of experts at the eighth level with a slap.

But Chen Fan defied logic, wielding power on par with a true first-level Manifestation realm expert.

If left unchecked, this monster would become a catastrophe for Huyan Demonic Island.

After all, the competition between the two demonic islands had always been intense. Both sides sought any opportunity to deliver a fatal blow and eliminate the other.

“Battles between demonic cultivators are fought for victory—witnessed by both of us and within the rules. Even if Chen Fan killed your son, it would’ve been fair and above board. Huyan He, if you wish to fall out, I will play along with you until the end,” Demon King Xuan Ting said coldly, his tone filled with pride.

The two demon kings unleashed their auras—oppressive and suffocating.

Demon King Huyan replied coldly, “Very good, Xuan Ting. I’ll see you again at Ping Shan Demonic Island.”

With that, he stirred the winds and clouds with his immense demonic power and stepped into the air.

It was clear he understood their fault; they had initiated the sparring match, and deaths were common in such duels.

Moreover, their side fought three against one. No matter how bitter the outcome, he had no choice but to swallow his frustration—they lacked the moral high ground.

Even if they did, Demon King Xuan Ting’s presence made it impossible to touch Chen Fan.

“Let’s go.” With a roar, Demon King Huyan left, riding on the clouds. His subordinates all rose into the air and left.

Demon King Xuan Ting looked up, his heart trembling.

“Demon King, it seems like we’ve really offended them this time,” Chen Fan said with a smile.

“Doesn’t matter. Huyan He’s arrogance guarantees offense whenever he’s defeated. This huge victory is worthy of a celebration.” Demon King Xuan Ting glanced at Chen Fan.

“Mmm, then let’s continue enjoying the banquet.” Chen Fan nodded and returned to his seat. Princess Xuan Shitong stuck her delicate and soft body against him again as if they were a loving couple.

“They have already left. My mission is complete now, right?” Chen Fan sent a voice transmission to the princess, overwhelmed.

“Keke, but what can I do when I really like you?” The princess snuggled into his embrace.

He felt incredibly awkward. She was becoming increasingly bold.

If this continued, she’d push him down sooner or later. And then... should he resist or give in?

What a headache!

“Haha, girl, is it alright for you to act so lovey-dovey in front of your father? Fine, I’ll let you marry him after returning from Ping Shan Demonic Island. A grown daughter shouldn’t remain unmarried for long,” Demon King Xuan Ting said, roaring with laughter.

Chen Fan felt a chill all over him. Meanwhile, the princess gave him a faint smile, her eyes brimming with charm.

When I get to Ping Shan Demonic Island, I must find a way to slip away. Chen Fan muttered in his heart.

As if hearing his thoughts, the princess leaned in and said softly, “I’ll let Father decide.”

“Hahaha, good, good, Chen Fan, my daughter is gentle, sweet, and so understanding. You must treat her well,” Demon King Xuan Ting said, laughing.

Black lines appeared on Chen Fan’s face. Gentle? To whom? Sweet? How! Understanding? When?!

He felt utterly trapped by this scheming demonic lady. Yet, around him, the experts all looked at him with envy—especially Tu Shan, the former first demon general. Once sharp-eyed and proud, Tu Shan now stood with a dark, lifeless expression.

Rumors had long suggested the princess was in love with First Demon General Chen Fan. Now, with the princess openly clinging to him, her affections were undeniable.

The outstandingly talented first demon general, matched with the incomparably tender and beautiful princess—it was a match made in heaven. Even the demon king himself endorsed it, making it feel like fate was sealed.

It seemed like Chen Fan was about to win the heart of beauty, drawing countless envious gazes.

Feeling the weight of their stares, Chen Fan had an urge to run away in tears.

His recent victory had been monumental: killing two demon generals of the Huyan Demon Sect and gravely injuring Huyan Jun. Alone, he had crushed their pride and avenged the Xuan Ting Demon Sect’s pent-up anger.

The banquet atmosphere was lively, filled with fine food and wine.

Spirits were high—except for Chen Fan, who sat burdened with anxiety. The princess’s constant closeness and overwhelming charm tested his resolve, leaving him in quiet torment. @@novelbin@@

Finally, as soon as the banquet was over, he left the demon king’s palace like he was fleeing from the gates of hell. To him, it truly felt like one.

News of the battle at the demon king’s palace spread like wildfire.

Chen Fan’s name sparked a storm across the demon sect and beyond, setting the entire demonic island abuzz.

When he returned to his residence, everyone looked at him with a strange glint in their eyes, as if they were worshiping him.

There wasn’t a soul in the demon sect who didn’t revere him now. Not only had he proven his unmatched combat strength, but he’d also seemingly won the princess’ heart.

What had once been mere rumors now carried weight. Word from the demon king’s palace confirmed it: the princess had nestled in Chen Fan’s arms before everyone, radiating bliss, and the demon king himself had declared his intention to betroth her to him.

With that, everyone knew that the matter between Chen Fan and the princess was all but set in stone.

Chen Fan thought he had escaped the "devil’s cave." Yet, just a day after returning to his residence, the princess appeared at his chambers—openly.

Inside his chambers:

Chen Fan looked at the incomparably beautiful, captivating princess lounging on his bed, feeling a bad case of a headache. He said, “Your Highness, I have already done what I promised you. When will you explain things to the demon king?”

“What?! You sullied my innocence, and now you want to abandon me?”

Princess Xuan Shitong rose gracefully, her noble and proud demeanor fully intact. Her enchanting presence made it hard to think straight.

“Sully your innocence? Your Highness, don’t frame me, alright?” Chen Fan could neither laugh nor cry.

If anything, his innocence had been the one at risk!

“No matter what you say, we’ve had a close physical relationship. I’ve never been so close to a man before. Am I so ugly that you fear me like a snake or a scorpion?”

Xuan Shitong lowered her head, her expression softening into one of heartbreaking vulnerability. She approached Chen Fan, leaning lightly against him, as if deeply wronged.

“Xiaofan, I want to be your woman,” said the princess softly and lightly hugged him. Her alluring figure pressed against him, making Chen Fan feel like he was on the verge of losing control. Who could keep this demonic lady under control?