Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 887 - Fierce Fight

The news of the Heavenly Soul Holy Spring’s appearance swept through the entire tomb, drawing almost everyone to its location, ready to fight for it.

No one wanted to give up on a chance to advance into the Manifestation realm.

The spring was a shortcut to the Manifestation realm, and it also increased the probability of them getting a seat among the ten thrones.

This was akin to a small change in one area affecting the whole system. Securing the spring meant greatly advancing personal interests, making a bloody conflict inevitable.

There was only enough spring water for one person, but there were over a hundred contenders. The outcome would be decided by strength alone.

Amid the chaos, Chen Fan blended into the crowd, avoiding attention.

He was strong, but it would not be easy for him to face a group of greedy individuals who were about to lose their rationality.

Standing out could mean certain death.

Instead, Chen Fan chose to bide his time, waiting for the perfect moment to act. Like an oriole lurking in the shadows, he planned to claim the spring during the inevitable turmoil.

Boom!

A powerful aura crossed over from afar—it was Guan Wei.

Chen Fan had sensed him earlier, and now he’d finally shown himself. Since Guan Wei had started all this, it was only natural he’d step forward now.

Shortly after Guan Wei showed up, the Scarlet Flame Demon Ape Zhan Kong, the Silver Eagle King, and that youth in a loose-fitting white robe also arrived one after another, all determined to claim the Heavenly Soul Holy Spring.

Without hesitation, the four top experts began bombarding the sealed doors.

The other onlooking experts also sprang into action one after another, unleashing their attacks at the doors.

They could only fight for the spring once they were inside. Everyone understood that and worked in tandem for now.

Although Chen Fan was also attacking the door, he was more focused on scanning the crowd with his divine will. He believed that Shang Ziyan had also been drawn here by the allure of the spring.

Before long, Chen Fan discovered Shang Ziyan’s group in a corner, just as he had expected. They had withdrawn their auras, nearly melding into the surroundings to hide themselves.

Shang Ziyan’s cunning was undeniable—waiting patiently for the four peak late-stage half-step Manifestation experts to lower their guards before striking to seize the Heavenly Soul Holy Spring. His plan mirrored Chen Fan’s.

Even though his cultivation level had regressed, his strength had recovered to the peak, late-stage, half-step Manifestation realm, making him much stronger than Guan Wei and the other three. Still, he hid himself.

Given his cultivation, he could deal with one or two of the four top experts leading the charge. However, if he dared to fight them all, there was a very high chance of him being beaten to death.

Unfortunately for him, Chen Fan had found him. No matter how much Shang Ziyan wanted to play the oriole, he was destined to be the mantis instead.

“You two, when this door opens later, focus on protecting yourselves and don’t make a move. Otherwise, I won’t be able to protect you,” Chen Fan said to Su Tong and Xiao Yuanyuan.

He planned on taking advantage of the chaos and taking the Heavenly Soul Holy Spring with all his strength. If these two got involved, he wouldn’t be able to spare any attention on them.

In this situation, whoever claimed it would immediately become everyone’s target—even him. It would be just as dangerous.

The two immediately nodded.

Although their cultivation had improved significantly, they knew that even a late-stage, half-step Manifestation realm top expert would be in danger in such a situation, let alone them.

Still, they were confident in defending against a non-focused attack.

Rumble!

Before Chen Fan’s voice fully faded, a loud rumble rang out, and someone shouted, “The door is open! The door is open! Do it, seize the Heavenly Soul Holy Spring!”

The doors of that secret room couldn’t withstand the combined attacks of the crowd and had been blasted open.

A massive surge of corpse qi erupted, forming ominous clouds that darkened the tomb’s already eerie atmosphere. Simultaneously, various roars and furious shouts filled the air as the crowd surged forward like an unstoppable flood.

Chen Fan’s expression darkened as a sudden sense of foreboding gripped him; it was a premonition of disaster.

“What is going on?”

Chen Fan narrowed his eyes, struggling to locate the origin of this sense of danger.

No one here was a threat to him unless they all joined hands. But that seemed unlikely, as he hadn’t even taken the Heavenly Soul Holy Spring yet.

Frowning, Chen Fan’s thoughts raced. Could something else—like a ten-thousand-year corpse king—be lying in wait?

The idea sent a slight shiver down his spine.

He had killed countless ten-thousand-year corpse kings before. However, since then, he had learned that their strength was also divided into different levels. For Chen Fan to feel this sense of danger, could this be a Manifestation realm corpse king?

The corpse qi here was oppressively thick—far denser than in the outside world.

If anything could threaten Chen Fan, it could only be a Manifestation realm corpse king.

However, the others seemed oblivious to any danger. Consumed by greed and madness, they charged into the secret room, desperate for the Heavenly Soul Holy Spring.

The people were all experts in martial arts and quick. Soon, they were deep into the secret chamber.

The area was filled with corpse qi, and the inside of the secret room was a completely different world. The interior revealed an expansive cavern, its ceiling towering hundreds of meters above.

Thick corpse qi shrouded the area, plunging much of it into impenetrable darkness. Even true primeval energy could not pierce the haze.

Chen Fan was following behind the crowd when suddenly the front became noisy.

“I found the Heavenly Soul Holy Spring!” shouted someone, and everyone immediately began squeezing their way over.

Chen Fan spotted the Silver Eagle King at the center of the chaos, clutching a fist-sized, crystal-like sphere of liquid in its claws. The luminous, translucent ball radiated an extraordinary brilliance.

Everyone’s eyes instantly went wide.

They all knew that this was probably the legendary Heavenly Soul Holy Spring, and now it was seized by the Silver Eagle King first.

“Put down the Heavenly Soul Holy Spring!”

“You filthy beast—it’s not yours to claim!”

“Do you think you’re worthy of the Heavenly Soul Holy Spring?”

The Silver Eagle King became the common enemy of the people almost instantly.

Cold killing intent erupted and intertwined in the secret room. All kinds of terrifying killing moves bombarded the Silver Eagle King like a storm.

The crowd cared little for identities or status now. They only had one thought in mind: kill the Silver Eagle King and seize the Heavenly Soul Holy Spring for themselves.