Bu Lao Mountain.
Well, the mountain's name is not bad.
Looking up, on the mountain peaks, extremely powerful auras were cautiously watching Chen Fan ascend.
"Walking up step by step is too slow."
Chen Fan did not want to waste time. He took a step, and the rules under his feet flowed.
Teleportation, reappearance.
As his feet landed, he was already standing in the sky.
Looking down from above.
He raised his hand and grabbed…
"Boom."
Rules converged into a sword.
"I don't like the Burial Mountain," Chen Fan said calmly.
Clang!
The sword of rules slashed down.
"Kill."
Below, shouts of anger spread.
In an instant, dozens, even hundreds, of Imperial Dao powerhouses rushed into the sky, facing the descending sword of rules.
The sword cut through the sky.
"Hundred Dao Sword, die."
This sword was enough to split the heavens.
"Rumble."
Under the Hundred Dao Sword, the fastest Imperial Dao powerhouse had their physical bodies shattered.
Too weak, not enough.
The gap between Imperial Dao powerhouses and Half-Emperors was clearly revealed at this moment.
"Ah…"
"How can he be so strong?"
"Impossible, even a Half-Emperor wouldn't be this strong."
"Could he not be a newly promoted Half-Emperor?"
"…"
Exclamations, mixed with disbelief and death throes.
Too strong, hard to accept.
A newly promoted Half-Emperor could never possess such strength.
Then, there could only be one possibility.
Chen Fan… was not a newly promoted Half-Emperor.
"Hahaha."
Chen Fan's laughter was like that of a demon god.
As heaven and earth rumbled, he cleaved through countless figures with one sword and fell from the sky.
The entire Bu Lao Mountain trembled, nearly collapsing.
Bang bang bang.
On Bu Lao Mountain,碎石 (suì shí - broken stones) constantly slid down.
Trembling…
"Hum."
The Coffin Mountain above suddenly glowed.
Faintly, the coffin lid seemed to have moved, as if something was about to emerge from within.
"Hmm?"
The coffin lid moved.
Chen Fan's heart suddenly tightened, as if he were being stared at by something incredibly terrifying.
"It's as expected."
Chen Fan's expression turned solemn.
These major powers, which had stood for countless years, possessed formidable foundations.
Something extremely dangerous was brewing within the coffin.
It seemed a pair of eyes were fixed on Chen Fan.
"Hmph."
So what if it's dangerous?
Chen Fan snorted inwardly and swung the Hundred Dao Sword again.
"Boom."
This sword was not meant to kill.
It was meant for Bu Lao Mountain.
As the sword descended, his gaze was fixed on the coffin.
He had a feeling that the entity within the coffin did not care about the number of deaths; what it cared about was this mountain.
Bu Lao Mountain served as a pillar. Once it collapsed, it should affect the coffin above.
Therefore, if there was truly something inside the coffin, it would intervene.
Indeed…
Just as the long sword was about to cleave Bu Lao Mountain.
Creak.
The coffin lid, as expected, opened.
Then, a fist… no, it wasn't a fist.
It was… a gauntlet.
A gauntlet flew out of the coffin.
"Annihilate."
Faintly, a sound like a great bell vibrated through heaven and earth.
"Zang Tian."
Chen Fan had spoken with the owner of this voice before.
It was Zang Tian's voice.
The moment the voice faded, the gauntlet, with a 'boom,' smashed a punch towards Chen Fan.
It looked like an ordinary punch, but it carried an boundless destructive aura.
Before the punch even arrived, Chen Fan's physical body began to disintegrate.
The gauntlet bore no trace of rule power.
It only contained that overwhelmingly domineering strength.
"Boom."
Chen Fan's physical body collapsed, and his internal organs were annihilated under this punch.
This scene was terrifying.
"Golden Silk Cicada Robe."
At the critical moment, Chen Fan could only summon the Golden Cicada Robe.
"Hum."
Golden light collided with the gauntlet.
With a roar, the world trembled.
The gauntlet was blocked by the Golden Silk Cicada Robe.
Behind it, Chen Fan's physical body rapidly regenerated.
His pale face still held a trace of fear.
"The Mad Emperor's fist."
Although it was the first time he had seen it, Chen Fan was absolutely certain.
This gauntlet was undoubtedly the Mad Emperor's weapon.
That boundless destructive aura made even his river of rules seem to tremble.
The power was immeasurably strong.
"Swish."
The gauntlet returned to the coffin.
"Chen Fan."
Zang Tian's voice rang out again.
It was he who had retrieved the gauntlet, his voice echoing: "Leave. Burial Mountain, unlike Heaven's Embrace Mountain, is not something a newly promoted Half-Emperor like you can conquer."
He deliberately avoided mentioning the gauntlet.
But the facts were clear: the Mad Emperor's gauntlet was incredibly powerful, unstoppable.
Chen Fan's expression was solemn!
Riiip.
Suddenly, the river of rules unfurled.
From the river, figures emerged, and Chen Fan's voice was cold and ruthless: "Kill them for me."
"Yes."
The powerhouses who had been comprehending within the river of rules struck fiercely.
"City Lord, I will help too."
Zhao Kai requested, and after Chen Fan nodded, he directly charged into battle.
"Kill."
Nine death dragons traversed the sky.
At this moment, Zhao Kai bathed in the nine dragons as he fought.
"Chen Fan."
Zang Tian's voice sounded again: "Do not bring about your own destruction. This is your last chance."
The Mad Emperor's gauntlet was unsolvable.
"…"
After a moment of silence, Chen Fan spoke: "Eighteen mountains, supporting the great formation of the coffin, nurturing the Mad Emperor's gauntlet for countless years. Alas… you still cannot control the gauntlet and claim it as your own."
"So what?"
Zang Tian's tone was indifferent: "As long as I can use it briefly, it's enough to kill you."
"Is that so?"
Chen Fan shook his head: "I don't believe it. I want to try again, how about it?"
"… You are courting death." Zang Tian seemed confused by Chen Fan's intention.
"Heh heh."
Chen Fan smiled: "Come, let me try again."
His battle blood was boiling.
With the Golden Silk Cicada Robe protecting him, the Heavenly Cloud Sword was in his hand.
The Heavenly Crown appeared on his head, and the gravity domain was activated… finally, the Dragon Pattern Compass spun madly in the depths of his mind.
"Ding."
The pointer stopped, pointing to the various mountain peaks.
"I understand."
Chen Fan smiled: "So, you control the gauntlet by relying on these eighteen peaks. Tell me, if I were to shatter one of the peaks, could you still control the Mad Emperor's gauntlet?"
"…"
Zang Tian paused for a moment.
He seemed surprised, as Chen Fan had seen through the crucial point at a glance.
"Therefore…"
Chen Fan continued: "The gauntlet should possess its own will. The coffin is not nurturing the gauntlet, but suppressing it… Am I right?"
"…"
"It seems I guessed correctly."
The Dragon Pattern Compass was indeed powerful, directly finding the weakness.
"Clang."
The next moment, the Heavenly Cloud Sword erupted with an extremely intense sword intent: "Come, let us fight again."
"…"
Zang Tian remained silent for a long time before finally speaking: "Even if you know, what of it? Chen Fan, don't force me to kill wantonly. This is Burial Mountain, this Emperor's territory…"
"Boom."
Nonsense, too much.
Chen Fan attacked directly, this sword once again slashed towards Bu Lao Mountain.
"Boom."
The gauntlet reappeared.
"Attack."
Suddenly, Chen Fan let out a loud shout.
He didn't know who he was speaking to.