Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 116 - Exposed

Wang Fuchen maintained a stoic expression, uttering no words as the speed of his sword swings intensified.

Chen Fan proved to be a formidable adversary.

Bang!

A sword light struck a dune, leading to an immediate explosion that sent a cascade of sand into the sky.

Swish.

Simultaneously, Qin Yao appeared on the scene. Chen Fan had instructed her to stay hidden behind the dune, vigilantly observing movements from the other directions.

Many people knew about Wang Fuchen coming to the Black Sea Demon Cave to seize the Ice Jade Snow Lotus. There was a lingering uncertainty about opportunists hoping to exploit the conflict between Wang Fuchen and the Black Flood Dragons. Chen Fan remained cautious, wary of unforeseen threats.

More than ten days had passed since the training started; many individuals had encountered fortuitous circumstances during this time. Perhaps someone among them had advanced to the Yuanfu realm.

Initially hidden behind the dune, Qin Yao was exposed when a sword light homed in on her, forcing her to reveal herself.

“Are you alright, Senior Sister?” Chen Fan inquired anxiously.

Qin Yao assured, “I’m fine. You should be careful.”

Yuanfu realm powerhouses were indeed mighty.

That unintentional attack from earlier had shattered her protective layer of primeval qi.

She would have been injured if her cultivation had not advanced and her physique had remained the same.

Hovering in mid-air, Wang Fuchen's gaze narrowed upon discovering Qin Yao.

Despite his aerial vantage point and thorough perception, he had failed to notice her. She had withdrawn her aura and hidden well, revealed only thanks to the unintentional attack.

To Wang Fuchen's surprise, both Qin Yao and Chen Fan had survived the fall.

However, a cold smile curled at the corners of Wang Fuchen's lips.

She appeared at the perfect time!

Chen Fan was strong and wasn’t afraid of his sword light, but Qin Yao was different.

He knew how important Qin Yao was to Chen Fan.

By directing his attacks at Qin Yao, he could potentially exploit Chen Fan's protective concern for her.

Swiftly, Wang Fuchen translated this idea into action.

Swish, swish!

A flurry of sword lights formed an inescapable net, enshrouding Qin Yao.

Chen Fan immediately roared, “Senior Sister, watch out! Retreat!”

His aura erupted, obliterating the incoming sword lights. Simultaneously, he blurred into motion, darting toward Qin Yao.

It didn’t take long for Qin Yao to understand Wang Fuchen’s intentions. He wanted to use her to distract and restrain Chen Fan.

Alas, she lacked Chen Fan’s strength. Seeing the sword lights shooting toward her, she swiftly evaded them with grace.

However, Wang Fuchen quickly closed in, rapidly flicking his wrist to unleash a deluge of sword lights that blanketed the sky, determined to eliminate Qin Yao.

Chen Fan’s gaze darkened.

“So, you believe hiding in the sky renders me powerless against you?” Chen Fan’s voice was incomparably cold.

Chen Fan was ready to protect Qin Yao for the rest of his life.

Now that Wang Fuchen was attacking Qin Yao, the motive behind his method was clear to Chen Fan.

“Haha, you’re angry, boy? This is the sorrow of the weak. You can’t even protect your woman!” Wang Fuchen laughed complacently, feeling like his scheme had succeeded.

The killing intent in Chen Fan’s eyes flashed madly. He said eerily, “I didn’t want to expose this, but it doesn’t matter as long as I can kill you!”

Fwoop!

A wide pair of feathered wings appeared on Chen Fan’s back.

As he flapped them, a gale whistled in the area, rolling up the yellow sand into the sky, forming a tornado.

“This is...”

Wang Fuchen’s smile suddenly froze.

“Turning primeval qi into wings!” Zhuo Bufan and the others’ eyes narrowed.

Cai Chixia exclaimed in shock, “This is not as simple as condensing primeval qi to create wings. It must be a profound flying technique. That pair of feathered wings...”

Everyone here, keenly perceptive, swiftly discerned the extraordinary nature of Chen Fan's feathered wings.

Although the specific variety eluded them, the intricate runes adorning the wings conveyed their significant origin.

Even Duan Jingtian’s gaze turned serious and fell into deep thought.

I heard he was a martial arts trash. After getting struck by lightning, his dantian opened, and his meridians became clear. He then killed some outer sect disciple and hid himself in the Qingyang Mountain Range.

Many speculate he stumbled upon a fortuitous encounter there. He may have acquired some senior's ancient cultivation technique. Perhaps he also learned how to manifest wings from primeval qi there.

......

Swish!

In a swift motion, Chen Fan ascended into the sky, propelled by the rhythmic flapping of his wings.

“You thought you would be safe in the air?” Chen Fan taunted as he lunged, his punch pulsating with formidable force. Primeval qi enveloped his fist; it seemed capable of rending mountains and splitting the earth.

“Break!”

Wang Fuchen was astonished but reacted swiftly, slashing his sword to intercept the oncoming force.

To his surprise, Chen Fan's primeval qi wings allowed him to navigate the skies like a Yuanfu realm expert.

“Die!”

Chen Fan’s eyes were filled with killing intent, executing the Undefeated King’s Fist.

His flurry of punches burst forth like a meteor, causing spatial vibrations.

Following Chen Fan's transformation, a thin membrane beneath his skin had linked his tendons and bones, elevating his strength beyond conventional human limits.

When he activated his cultivation, his flesh and blood would weave together, making him impervious to weapons. His fist collided violently with Wang Fuchen’s sword, producing large amounts of sparks like fireworks.

Swish!

An enormous force rushed into Wang Fuchen, shaking up his qi and blood, and sent him flying thousands of meters away.

Chen Fan didn’t give him any chance to catch his breath. He turned into a blur and streaked through the skies.

He grabbed the air, and his primeval qi transformed into a long, black spear. He threw it, sending it flying toward Wang Fuchen’s chest.

Wang Fuchen, formidable in his own right, responded promptly.

His cultivation surged, and a swirling qi current deflected the oncoming primeval qi spear. Yet, in a sudden turn, Chen Fan materialized directly above him.

Descending like a dragon, Chen Fan's fist promised one thing alone: destruction.

The pressure it carried compressed the air and squeezed the surrounding space, imposing an invisible force upon Wang Fuchen.

“Hatred Asunder Sword Technique, Hatred for Man!”

Wang Fuchen countered with a vertical sword stroke, unleashing a brilliant and fierce sword qi. The radiant energy shattered the pressure; as if the man and sword had merged, he dismantled the force behind Chen Fan's descending fist layer by layer.

Thud!

Chen Fan stepped on the void.

Primeval qi spewed out from his skull as he revolved his cultivation to the extreme. His primeval qi transformed into a huge club. Stepping forward, both hands wielding the club, he swung down violently.

He didn’t use any elaborate moves. It was a simple attack; it seemed like he wanted to split a mountain with brute force.

His strength lay in the sheer might of his physique, now magnified to its zenith.

Rumble!

The huge primeval qi club chopped down at his head, bringing a whirlwind with it, enveloping Wang Fuchen.

Wang Fuchen felt the weight of an ancient godly mountain bearing down on him, rendering him powerless.

He swung his sword repeatedly to neutralize the pressure from the huge club.

However, every swing of the club from Chen Fan was very ferocious. Ultimately, it was as if he had simply turned into a windmill. The huge club in his hand spun in circles, smashing down crazily.

“Damn it! I’ll fight you with all I have!”

A vengeful look flashed in Wang Fuchen’s eyes.

This was a crucial life-and-death situation. He couldn’t afford to hesitate.

In an instant, a strong sword intent rose from Wang Fuchen, transforming into an extremely terrifying sword might. The surrounding qi coiled into fine sword qi, slicing through the void with terrifying precision.