Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 430 - Bloody Sky

Rumble, rumble!

Chen Fan advanced with imposing steps. His aura swept across the sky, shaking the space.

As he executed the Undefeated King's Fist, it seemed like he had three heads and six arms at his back, resembling an invincible god of war.

Like unleashed dragons, fierce and dominant energies surged forth, rupturing the air with continuous crackling that rolled through the crowd's ears.

Chen Fan’s ferocious aura made the crowd below tremble in fear. Their legs turned into jelly, and their complexions turned pale. To them, he seemed like the god of death.

They harbored no delusions—facing Chen Fan's ferocious attack, they knew they would be utterly powerless to resist, torn to shreds instantly.

“Hmph!” Feng Tianxia snorted coldly at Chen Fan’s mockery, his gaze emitting an icy gleam.

He raised his right arm fiercely, infused it with true primeval, and brought it down as if it were the world's sharpest blade.

“Slash!”

A hand blade!

A ripping sound rang as if someone had torn silk.

What appeared next was a blade silhouette that seemed capable of holding the sky. As it chopped down, the sun and the moon seemed to lose their light, and it looked like the blade would destroy everything.

Chen Fan’s ferocious and domineering punches crumbled under this blade. A series of explosions rang out, setting off even fiercer hurricanes and whirlwinds.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...

However, Chen Fan’s momentum wasn’t affected in the slightest. With two fingers held together like a sword, he gathered his primal energy. With a wave of his hand, he shot the gathered energy from his fingertips. “Go!”

The sword qi surged forth, enveloping the entire space in a fierce and roiling sword aura. The air directly turned into sword qi, which were guided and formed a thirty feet long sword silhouette, slashing down in the air.

At Chen Fan and Feng Tianxia’s level, one could crush iron and use qi as weapons with a simple move. Their mastery of qi allowed them to wield it with effortless precision.

Feng Tianxia made no attempt to evade. Instead, he spread his fingers wide and pressed downward with force.

“Annihilate!”

Rumble!

The space failed to shoulder the force and produced a noise. A huge palm, covering the skies, appeared and pushed everything aside. Chen Fan’s sword qi was like a river of swords; still, the palm flattened it.

“Show me your true strength, Feng Tianxia. Such tactics are futile against me!" Chen Fan's voice rang out coldly as he summoned Nightless.

With true primal erupting beneath his feet, Chen Fan catapulted forward.

“Die!”

A glint of cold steel flashed through the air as a sword light materialized before Feng Tianxia, having sliced through everything in its path.

Feng Tianxia’s pupils shrank. A wave of ferocious qi rushed out from him, shaking the space, and clashed with the sword qi sweeping toward him.

“I must concede, Chen Fan, you are truly remarkable. You are at the third level, but your strength is comparable to those at the fourth level. Not bad, not bad at all!”

A sonorous sound rang out as a blade was drawn.

In the next moment, an icy cold, blood-colored light appeared in heaven and earth.

A blade appeared in Feng Tianxia’s hand.

This blade was crimson and thin as a cicada’s wing. On its hilt was engraved a strange two-headed beast, and the blade had intricate patterns that gleamed with an intense, heart-chilling light.

The holy disciples in the sky immediately narrowed their gazes, recognizing the blade in Feng Tianxia’s hand.

“Demonic blade, Bloody Sky!”

“Die!” Feng Tianxia shouted coldly, slashing toward Chen Fan.

A streak of bloody light tore through the air, silently homing in on Chen Fan.

Sensing the looming deathly aura, Chen Fan quickly kicked off the ground, retreating backward.

Simultaneously, he waved his arm, swinging Nightless. Streaks of icy cold sword light shot out, the sword qi taking shape in front of him, forming a shield of sword qi.

Boom, tch!

The streak of bloody light slammed onto the sword qi shield. A terrifying, destructive energy erupted, instantly shattering the sword qi shield and generating chaotic gales that rippled through the arena, leaving deep marks in their wake.

Chen Fan gazed down at the bloody blade in Feng Tianxia’s hand, and his pupils shrank violently.

He felt a sense of danger from the bloody blade, so it had to be a treasure. He believed it to be at least a Grade-4 treasure, likely on par with his own iron spear

That explained why he felt such a dangerous aura when the blade had come slashing at him earlier.

Despite having driven Chen Fan back with a single slash, Feng Tianxia did not attack again. He looked at Chen Fan with an icy gaze, as if he was looking at a dead person, and said, “You should feel immensely proud to have forced me to wield Bloody Sky against you.”

“Bloody Sky?” Chen Fan narrowed his gaze. He nodded and replied, “It is indeed a good blade, but it’s such a pity that it fell into your hands. It’s like a bright pearl covered in dust. Whatever, after you die, Bloody Sky will be my trophy. I'll ensure it shines as brightly as it deserves."

“Still boasting shamelessly when you’re at death’s door!” Feng Tianxia sneered, “Know that your fate was sealed the moment Bloody Sky was unsheathed!"

Chen Fan shook his head and said indifferently, “Cut the crap, let’s fight!”

“Hmph, Blood Rain Sky!” Feng Tianxia's eyes blazed with killing intent as he lunged forward, seemingly teleporting above Chen Fan. He unleashed a ferocious double-handed strike with the blade.

Woo, woo. Woo, woo, woo...

Streaks of terrifying blood-colored blade light fell like a bloody rain.

The terrifying blade qi erupted, stirring the space, and fell on the arena, leaving numerous marks behind.

Chen Fan felt an extremely heavy sense of oppression; he felt like a grim reaper had slashed its bloody blade down at him. It seemed like the sky would be rent.

As the demonic blade struck out, a crimson rain bathed the sky in blood.

“Roar!” Chen Fan roared under this powerful oppressive force. His voice was like rolling thunder, shaking the area. The air exploded continuously from his roar.

Swish!

Chen Fan suddenly flew up. Fierce sword qi revolved around him like stars or clouds. Guiding them with expert precision, he forged a sword light of unparalleled power.

Chen Fan executed the Nine Swords of Wind Demon in a split second, transforming into a wind demon. Wielding the sharp sword, he rose higher into the sky, colliding violently with Feng Tianxia.

Crisp sounds of metal clashing rang out immediately.

Clang, clang, clang, clang...

Sparks erupted into the air as the frenzied exchange of blows enveloped Chen Fan and Feng Tianxia in a whirlwind of chaos.

To those in the Yuanfu realm, the swift exchange was a blur of motion. They could only see the two constantly shifting positions within that storm, clashing crazily and erupting into clusters of sparks.