The spear shot out, shocking heaven and earth.
The gray-robed masked man felt like a mountain had slammed into him; he struggled to contain himself under this terrifying force. His true primeval directly exploded, and the terrifying force entered him, wreaking havoc inside.
With each staggered step backward, he expelled blood uncontrollably, unable to regain his footing.
Chen Fan had repelled the intruder, but the merit elder’s Compassion Palm broke through the phenomenon’s force field, descending with unchecked momentum.
The mournful aura lingered, tempting the mind to succumb to despair, to abandon resistance and surrender to oblivion.
However, Chen Fan’s mind and will remained firm, unfazed by the attack.
All his experiences, good and bad, had strengthened his willpower. He had been possessed by evil spirits, haunted by the remnant will of a demonic god, and even Daoist Corpse Spirit had tried to possess him. He had been on the brink of death every one of those times. Thankfully, the small golden person hiding in his glabella ensured that his soul wouldn’t be torn apart and he wouldn’t be possessed.
All these incidents had strengthened his soul and his willpower.
“Hmph!” With a cold snort, Chen Fan refrained from pursuing the gray-robed masked figure he had sent flying. Instead, he channeled his qi, guiding his true primeval along his meridians like a mighty river, following a unique path.
“Great Brahma Sacred Palm!”
His left hand radiated blinding golden light, and it seemed like his palm had been cast from gold, emitting a powerful, unbreakable aura.
As he threw this palm strike, a massive Buddha seemed to appear in the air. Its movements were identical to his, its palm slowly pressing down in the air.
A boundless palm seal appeared in the air. The Great Brahma Sacred Palm had extreme ferocity and Yang properties, capable of destroying all evil in the world!
Derived from the pinnacle of Buddhist martial arts—the Vairocana Palm—the Great Brahma Sacred Palm, while not matching the sheer terror of its prototype, held its ground as a middle-earth tier technique.
Although Chen Fan had spent much of his time cultivating recently, he hadn’t forgotten to practice his martial skills. He had achieved major mastery of the Great Brahma Sacred Palm; its power doubled upon execution.
The Great Brahma Sacred Palm emanated the radiance of the great sun. Immeasurable golden light shot out, threatening to boil the very air in the area. Brimming with ferocity and Yang energy, the palm seal exerted immense pressure, making the heavens and earth quake as it collided with the merit elder's Great Compassion Palm.
The space shook violently, giving birth to a tempestuous windstorm that ravaged the surroundings. A mountain, towering thousands of feet high, was uprooted and flung into the sky.
Chen Fan had gone all out, so his combat strength was at the eighth level now. The merit elder was already injured and couldn’t utilize all his strength, so he was no match for Chen Fan.
The terrifying ripples struck the merit elder, immediately snapping his bones and breaking his tendons, sending him flying backward.
Wielding the iron spear, Chen Fan ignored the terrifying storm and stepped in the air, giving chase. He raised the iron spear high up and thrust it at the merit elder’s head.
The gray-robed masked man couldn’t let Chen Fan have his way, so he interrupted again.
“Go to hell, Sirius Descent!”
He suppressed his churning qi and blood and drummed up his qi, channeling his true primeval to fly. His scepter erupted with layers of bright light.
The Sirius Star at the top of the scepter descended. It carried the might to destroy heaven and earth as it flew toward Chen Fan’s back.
Chen Fan sensed the danger coming from behind. Again, he had to give up on ending the merit elder and turned to defend himself.
With a wave of his iron spear, layers of hellish scenes appeared at its tip, including the Sukhavati Hell, Asura Hell, Avici Hell, Naraka Hell, Frozen Hell, Infernal Hell, and more.
These hellish realms overlapped, bearing the conquering and destructive power to transform the entire world into a sea of purgatorial lava fire, making countless living creatures submit to its authority.
As Chen Fan thrust his spear, its tip trembled, seemingly carrying hundreds, if not a thousand mountains, and clashed with the scepter.
The gray-robed masked man screamed miserably, and the scepter flew out of his hands. He had to step back repeatedly, fresh blood spewing out of his mouth.
He was no match for the spear’s infernal power. Each clash with the iron spear felt like a descent into hell, his will tested as if his soul were condemned for eternity.
Stepping forward, Chen Fan seized the flying scepter, swiftly stowing it away. “This scepter is mine now.”
Although he had no use for this scepter, he couldn’t just throw away a Grade-4 treasure. It would fetch him a decent price.
The gray-robed masked man immediately felt the flames of anger rising in his heart, and he spewed out another mouthful of blood. His aura faltered and waned. Apart from anger, he also felt indignant.
Two experts—one at the eighth level and the other at the peak of the seventh level—joined forces to kill Chen Fan, yet they failed. Failures of such nature were too embarrassing to even mention out loud.
Moreover, their opponent wasn’t even above them in cultivation—they had been defeated by someone below them in cultivation and experience. What great humiliation.
Chen Fan smiled coldly and said, “What? Still thinking about your scepter? Just look at the situation you’re in, can you still get it back? Go to hell!”
He was in no mood for mercy. Wielding the iron spear, he decided to kill the gray-robed masked man.
But just as he moved to strike, an icy chill enveloped him, followed by an unbearable surge of heat, as if seeking to engulf him in flames.
Descending from the heavens, a massive hand formed from searing flames appeared, consuming everything in its path. Chen Fan’s soul throbbed and shook as if he had fallen into hell, the scorching flames burning his soul.
Wings of Rain Dragon appeared on Chen Fan’s back near-instantly; with a swish, he disappeared from the spot. He reappeared on a mountain peak far away.
The flaming hand smashed down, shaking the earth.
Instantly, the palm strike reduced a mountain peak to molten magma, leaving behind a colossal charred black imprint on the ground.
Chen Fan narrowed his gaze, looking at where he had been.
A newcomer stood there, masked like the other two attackers. However, Chen Fan knew the identity of this person.
He had seen Elder Liehuo before back at Tianmen Mountain. His mastery of fire-based cultivation techniques was unparalleled, capable of distorting space—a skill he now displayed once again.
“Duan Jingtian has truly gone to great lengths to kill me. Merit Elder, an eighth-level Core Formation realm grand elder, and now even Elder Liehuo...” Chen Fan smiled coldly. “But you want to kill me? Simply delusional! I won’t play with you people today. When I’m done with Duan Jingtian, I’ll come find you to settle the scores!”
With those words, Chen Fan's Wings of the Rain Dragon unfurled, creating a fierce gust of wind as he transformed into a streak of light, vanishing into the horizon.