In the distant void, the undying blood demon had already arrived, hiding as he secretly observed the battle ahead.
“Hoho, so many human geniuses... The academy rookies are indeed here for the Demon Hunting Competition. Keke, but who's really hunting whom?"
He could smell the delicious scent of blood—each of those True Martial Academy geniuses had powerful cultivation and their own fortuitous encounters, their vitality robust and brimming with energy.
His eyes flickered with excitement.
“If I can consume their blood, I can advance to the seventh or eighth-level Heavenly Star realm, maybe even breaking through to the Manifestation realm.”
Rather than act recklessly, he stayed hidden.
There were too many geniuses here. If he showed himself, they would attack like a crashing tide. Even with his fifth-level Heavenly Star realm, he would be crushed.
“Kill, kill, the more of you dead, the better. But that blood qi won't go to waste—it belongs to me!"
Using his demonic powers in secret, he began absorbing the blood qi energy from the dead without anyone noticing.
Woo, woo, woo. Woo, woo, woo...
The space turned chaotic as storms raged madly.
“State Divine Palace!” Qin Wang shouted as a palace flew from his mouth, overturning the sky.
Qin Wang had once come across a heavenly fortuitous encounter when he was young, obtaining the qi of the Royal Dao and cultivating the Royal Dao physique. He was born to rule. This State Divine Palace was a treasure left behind by that emperor.
A state, the representation of an entire nation, pressed down at once, shattering space with terrifying force.
The First Fiend spat out blood, mixing it with his black great ax—an ancient weapon of naturalistic carving and uncanny craftsmanship—as he swung it down to cleave Chen Fan like a mountain.
“Ghostly Ax of Divine Craft!”
The First Dragon Lord, Hong Jun, and the others unleashed their treasures, attacking with full force. They activated their bloodline and life force, all to succeed in killing Chen Fan.
The impact threw Chen Fan back.
Although they failed to penetrate his flesh, the terrifying force still shook his organs, leaving his qi and blood shaken.
These people were all monstrous geniuses, so a combined attack was bound to be absolutely terrifying.
Chen Fan suppressed his tumbling qi and blood and said coldly, “It’s useless. You idiots can’t even imagine the might of the Hegemonic Golden Body. These tricks of yours can’t even scratch it.”
Desperation filled their eyes.
They had given everything, yet they couldn’t harm Chen Fan. The despair was overwhelming, but they had no choice but to continue.
They launched another fierce assault, putting all their strength into it.
"It’s futile. The second I left the Evening Star Golden Storm alive, your efforts were doomed to fail. You will fail."
Chen Fan shook, unleashing massive golden palms again. They could collapse mountains and overturn seas. Each strike seemed capable of obliterating a planet.
Great Brahma Sacred Palm could destroy all, pushing across three thousand great realms, unstoppable by anyone. It broke apart Qin Wang and the others’ attacks, turning them all into nothing.
“Sword of Kassapa, God Killer!”
Numerous sword lights appeared around Ye Wushuang. They formed a chaotic sword formation overflowing with murderous qi, capable of killing and destroying demons and gods.
Every pore on him worked to unleash his strongest skill.
The sword formation spread out, producing numerous streaks of sword light. In that sword formation, he, too, had become a sword, slashing at Chen Fan.
Even the space split in half. Chen Fan’s protective true primeval was cut through like butter and exploded.
Qin Wang and the others roared wildly, their berserk true primeval burning with enough power to split heaven and earth. They launched a furious bombardment at Chen Fan.
“I already told you, it’s useless. All that yelling is futile. Meet your death!” Chen Fan’s indifferent voice rang out. He caught the Sword of Kassapa mid-slash and crushed it in his hand.
Ye Wushuang coughed up blood from the backlash, his aura collapsing.
“It’s time someone among you six died!”
Chen Fan strode forth like a god traversing through space-time.
His Purgatory Divine Halberd was like a halberd of death, radiating the power of death. He stabbed the First Dragon Lord’s skull in a flash.
“No!” roared the First Dragon Lord angrily, sending out attacks madly to stop it.
However, in front of Chen Fan, everything he did was futile.
The Purgatory Divine Halberd broke through everything and pierced the First Dragon Lord’s head. A terrifying force thoroughly destroyed all signs of vitality.
Chen Fan pulled out the divine halberd. The First Dragon Lord plummeted from the sky lifelessly, and he charged toward Qin Wang without even looking at the corpse.
“Royal Dao Divine Fist!”
The First Dragon Lord’s death left Qin Wang and the others shaking with fear.
Chen Fan killed someone as powerful as them in an instant.
The terrifying Royal Dao Divine Fist surged like numerous sovereign dragons, embodying the will of emperors.
However, Chen Fan broke apart the Royal Dao Divine Fist with just a casual wave of his hand and arrived in front of Qin Wang. His indifferent voice was like a death knell. “We had no grudges between us, but you just had to come find trouble with me. Now, die.”
“No! Don’t kill me! I was wrong, I realized my mistake. Chen Fan, spare my life, I’ll work like a slave under you!”
Qin Wang begged for mercy in the face of death.
“Work like a slave? I don’t need it!”
However, Chen Fan did not make the slightest pause. His divine halberd pierced Qin Wang’s head. In an instant, his head exploded, and his divine nascent shrieked as it dissipated.
Qin Wang’s headless corpse fell.
Everyone’s hearts twitched violently.
A second pride of heaven had perished. He was even the strongest one among the six.
The crowd felt like they couldn’t breathe. Their minds were trembling so fiercely that they could not contain themselves.
The First Dragon Lord and Qin Wang, both of whom had stirred countless waves on the Ancient Trial Roads, were killed in succession in the blink of an eye.
“Second!” Chen Fan’s voice rang out again, falling into the ears of the First Fiend, Hong Jun, and the others. They trembled uncontrollably, looking at Chen Fan. Their eyes were filled with horror, as well as endless regret.
That was especially true for Hong Jun, Ye Wushuang, and Liu Zong. They felt even more remorseful.
They regretted provoking Chen Fan and attacking him, knowing they had invited disaster upon themselves.