Compared to Duanmu Liang, Na Ri Ye Wang's battle intent was fierce and fearless, a sight to behold.
Different choices represented different future achievements. Even if Duanmu Liang could become a Martial Dao Grandmaster in this life, he likely wouldn't surpass Na Ri Ye Wang.
The blade edge was like lightning, the white light was the blade's aura, cutting through the void with unparalleled sharpness.
The moment he made his move, even Chen Fan's pupils constricted slightly.
Such blade intent, such momentum, Na Ri Ye Wang, as a disciple of the Wolf Emperor, had clearly received his true teachings.
Even Chen Fan had to retreat to avoid the sharp edge.
As the blade fell, seeing Chen Fan evade, the momentum rose again, vast and endless, like the pure brilliance filling the heavens after moonlight had spilled onto the earth, reaching everywhere.
Chen Fan recalled his battle with Gongsun Zheng back then.
Na Ri Ye Wang could contend with Gongsun Zheng, and he was younger, his blood more vigorous, his edge even sharper.
However, Chen Fan's strength had improved significantly since his fight with Gongsun Zheng.
After obtaining the fifth Dragon Mark Compass, his power ascended to new heights, with mysterious vitality and strength growing within him.
The blade light leaped and extended, as if imbued with sentience, layered and flowing endlessly.
Na Ri Ye Wang, wielding his blade and charging, was like a lone wolf roaming the grasslands, arrogant and ferocious, cunning and brutal, fixing his gaze on Chen Fan, intent on relentlessly pursuing and tearing him to shreds.
Just then, Chen Fan's body trembled, his palms turned to blades, crossing like scissors, snipping at the approaching blade edge.
Two invisible streams of energy vibrated along his palms, intertwining like two coiling dragons.
Though the blade edge was sharp and the wolf ferocious, it could not bite the dragons!
The wolf and the dragon collided fiercely.
The blade aura grazed past and shattered.
The two dragons, however, rolled and ascended on clouds and rain. After being fragmented by the blade edge, their battle intent undiminished, they transformed into surging energy that swept out in all directions.
Amidst the fragmented energy, a fist fiercely smashed onto the blade edge.
The blade edge was deflected.
The momentum of the fist continued unabated, like thunder, surging forward.
Na Ri Ye Wang's pupils contracted. He curved his blade to retract, then reversed its edge, slicing downwards, attempting to encircle Chen Fan's wrist like a ring and sever it.
Fierce and formidable, even at a disadvantage, he did not forget to counterattack.
At the same time, his left hand moved horizontally in front of him.
After a "bang" collision, the curved blade was once again flung away. Na Ri Ye Wang stumbled back a few steps to steady himself, his pupils shrinking. He then resolutely stepped forward again, his blade rising once more.
Seeing Na Ri Ye Wang retreat, Duanmu Liang exchanged a look with those beside him and made a gesture.
The next instant, he flashed forward, his claw latching out, aiming directly for the vital point on Chen Fan's back.
The wind surged, and his eagle claw turned golden, as if forged from pure gold.
Simultaneously, two elders from the Changbai Sect made their move. One's sword thrust directly at Chen Fan's brow, while the other's palm struck at Chen Fan's ribs.
Shang Wushuang's uncle also attacked at the same time, stepping forward with a horizontal strike, his fist shattering the void.
Two other young martial artists also shifted their positions, their feet tracing celestial patterns as they circled Chen Fan.
These individuals attacked without any discernible order, weaving a net of death, their killing intent profound and inescapable.
The bones and sinews within each of their bodies resonated, producing sounds of wind and thunder. Their blended hard and soft channeling energy erupted, their qi condensing, making one's scalp tingle and heart race.
As Na Ri Ye Wang's blade edge descended, it met Chen Fan's palm edge with a clang like metal on metal.
He then withdrew his steps, and his blade aura rose again.
But at this moment, he saw Duanmu Liang and the others attack. His brow furrowed, and he abruptly lowered his blade, even retreating a couple of steps.
"Die!"
Duanmu Liang roared, his eyes filled with chilling killing intent.
The disciples of the Changbai Sect watched, mesmerized and awestruck.
From Duanmu Liang downwards, nearly all the channeling energy masters of the Changbai Sect had entered the fray.
Na Ri Ye Wang, Duanmu Liang, Mu Ri Hua, and Sang Chi were all at the peak of channeling energy.
And they, attacking from different angles with decisive force, sealed off all of Chen Fan's escape routes.
A situation of death, a predicament like this, not to mention channeling energy martial artists, even Martial Dao Grandmasters would be injured in such a siege.
After all, even Martial Dao Grandmasters were still flesh and blood. In a situation where they couldn't attend to everything, they would pay a price.
Of course, even a group of channeling energy powerhouses, when besieging, would find it difficult to kill a Martial Dao Grandmaster, and the price paid would be unbearable.
A sense of dread rose in his heart. Evasion was no longer possible. Chen Fan abandoned his attack on Na Ri Ye Wang.
He spun his body, directly evading Duanmu Liang's Eagle God Claw, and stomped his foot.
"Dong!"
The ground seemed to tremble.
A torrent of killing intent surged, and his gaze turned indifferent.
The mysterious energy within his body suddenly dispersed, flowing into his limbs and bones. As his qi surged, a terrifying killing intent erupted towards the heavens.
A punch erupted, and rolling killing intent surged like a tide.
"Boom!"
After the collision of fist and palm, Duanmu Liang's expression became one of horror, his eyes filled with disbelief.
A terrifying battle intent engulfed him, as if he were in a battlefield of a thousand armies, with endless smoke, a Shura ground, rivers of blood, and killing intent stretching for a thousand miles.
His Eagle God Claw shattered inch by inch, and his body flew backward.
Chen Fan, like a phantom, zipped past Duanmu Liang.
The next moment, his left hand sank, as if grasping the sun and moon, and pressed down on a sword edge.
Killing intent filled his chest, shattering the boundless, desolate snow within the sword. The sharp sword edge grazed past him.
Elder Mu, who had attacked with the sword, his body trembled and was swallowed by the surging killing intent. He stumbled backward.
A palm strike came flying.
Chen Fan's body sank, and he suddenly spun, ignoring the person's ferocious inner force. One hand shot out and struck the person's chest.
The attacker's expression turned to one of great fear. By the time he wanted to retreat and dodge, it was too late. He flew backward.
Another claw, like an iron vise, landed on Chen Fan's shoulder.
Chen Fan neither dodged nor evaded. Or rather, under such a high-level siege, evasion was impossible. He endured the claw strike head-on.
But in that flash of lightning and flint, his retracted hand clenched into a claw, reaching for the attacker's throat.
The man quickly let go, only to feel a terrifying recoil force from the hand that had gripped Chen Fan's shoulder, numbing his entire arm.
He rapidly retreated.
However, from the fingertips of Chen Fan's extended hand, sharp streams of energy flew out, instantly piercing his throat.
Clutching his throat, he stumbled backward and collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from his fingertips.
A saber and a sword attacked simultaneously.
"Die!"
Chen Fan's eyes were filled with cold, indifferent killing intent. He reversed his palms, his hands like blades.
"Swoosh," two streams of energy were unleashed, like white rainbows piercing the sun, slashing obliquely.
The saber and sword reached him but could not advance an inch. Yet, the two figures were cut in half by the true energy.
Blood sprayed out. Two channeling energy masters were finished, with no chance to resist.
Seeing this scene, the many disciples of the Changbai Sect were shocked, their eyes filled with deep fear.
The one whose throat Chen Fan had pierced and who had collapsed to the ground was none other than Elder Sang Chi of the Changbai Sect, a renowned expert within the sect.
As for the two killed by Chen Fan's unleashed energy, they were also skilled members of the sect. Though not as powerful as Duanmu Liang, they were still among the few channeling energy martial artists.
Under their combined sneak attack, they were killed by Chen Fan upon their first engagement.
How powerful did one have to be?
A Martial Dao Grandmaster would be no more than this.
Many disciples of the Changbai Sect involuntarily retreated, fear etched on their faces.
Under the siege of these channeling energy powerhouses, Chen Fan had not emerged entirely unscathed, but his expression remained unchanged. He leaped forward and lunged at Duanmu Liang.
Duanmu Liang's soul was terrified, and he frantically retreated.
But Chen Fan was faster.
Seeing that he could not escape, Duanmu Liang shouted, "Uncle-Master Xiao, save me!"
From the side, a stream of energy like a silken banner swept through the air with unparalleled might, shocking the world.