The City of Freedom.
The aura of the Imperial Dao moved heaven and earth, pressing down on the entire city.
Below, various factions stood in a tense standoff.
Only Chen Fan, looking at the powerful Imperial Realm powerhouses, had a look of disdain.
At this moment, the world fell silent, and no one spoke.
Everyone seemed to be waiting for something.
Finally...
"Boom!"
This resounding boom was abrupt yet not entirely unexpected.
The twelve Imperial Dao powerhouses made their move simultaneously.
Not one, not two, but all of them attacked.
The entire world darkened at this moment.
It became night in the City of Freedom.
"Kill!"
Eleven hands simultaneously slammed towards the thatched hut at the center of the City of Freedom.
The last hand changed from a palm to a claw, reaching for Chen Fan.
This was a premeditated attack; Moon Emperor's hand grabbed for Chen Fan.
"Boom!"
At the location of the central thatched hut, all the huts lit up, and a massive protective shield appeared.
"Rumble!"
Heaven and earth boiled, and destructive energy raged in all directions.
As far as the eye could see, all the thatched huts were wiped flat.
The figures seated in the thatched huts were all engulfed by the storm of destruction.
On the other side, Moon Emperor's hand transformed into a cage of heaven and earth.
"Get lost!"
On Chen Fan's body, eight streams of imperial energy appeared.
Powerful auras spread out, the eight red imperial energies coiling like great dragons.
Roaring earth-shatteringly, they charged headfirst towards the hand that Moon Emperor had extended.
"Bang bang bang."
In the sky, all eight streams of imperial energy shattered, crushed by that single palm.
This was the might of an Imperial Dao powerhouse; those not in the Imperial Dao could not resist.
"Guh!"
Chen Fan spat out a mouthful of blood, his vision rapidly filling with the hand that grabbed him in its palm.
This scene happened too suddenly.
This was a premeditated attack.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, a voice echoed in Chen Fan's mind: "Help me hold on for a moment."
"Who?"
Chen Fan asked but received no answer.
Because an answer was no longer needed. At this moment, above Chen Fan's head, a city seemed to appear.
Beneath that city, a corpse floated peacefully.
In his vision, it was merely an ordinary corpse.
However, the overwhelming death energy made Chen Fan's eyes widen in shock.
"Emperor's Corpse."
Chen Fan saw it. At this moment, he finally confirmed it: the City Lord of the City of Freedom, Yi Fu, had indeed shouldered the entire city.
An entire city was used to suppress a corpse.
What terrified Chen Fan the most was that the overwhelming death energy, at this moment, fell entirely upon him.
It was different from before.
He had plundered death energy before, but compared to the death energy that Yi Fu bore, the death energy he had previously endured was insignificant.
This was an Emperor's Corpse, the remains of a former Heavenly Emperor.
The death energy emanating from the Emperor's Corpse was as vast as the dragons of the underworld.
It was too immense, with tens of millions of great dragons formed from death energy, roaming heaven and earth.
Each dragon was more than a hundred times thicker than the death energy rules within the River of Rules.
All the death energy drilled into Chen Fan's body.
"Ah..."
Suddenly, two piercing screams echoed through heaven and earth.
The first scream came from Moon Emperor; the hand that had grabbed Chen Fan was corroded by the death energy.
Instantly, an arm withered, losing all vitality.
The other scream came from Chen Fan.
The death energy pierced through his body, and in an instant, it furiously consumed his vitality.
As the death energy spread, Chen Fan's entire body turned black, becoming like a dead man.
"Not good!"
His vitality was being eroded by the death energy; he was dying.
The death energy of the Emperor's Corpse was too immense; he, a mere cultivator, could not resist it.
He had not yet reached the Imperial Dao realm.
Chen Fan quickly sat cross-legged, his internal energy surging madly, expelling the death energy.
Unfortunately, it was useless.
An Emperor's Corpse possessed too much death energy; he could not convert it all.
"Open!"
Suddenly, Chen Fan let out a great roar, and the River of Rules instantly appeared above his head.
"Rumble!"
Chen Fan opened the River of Rules, drawing all the death energy into the river.
The river surged, and in an instant, it covered all attributes, annihilating all others, leaving only death energy.
The River of Rules was completely covered by death energy, transforming into a complete Great Dao of Death.
Chen Fan himself, however, seemed to have fallen into a state of oblivion.
Not a single spark of his true spirit fire remained, burning in the depths of his heart.
Once this spark of true spirit fire extinguished, Chen Fan would face death, or become a puppet.
A puppet controlled by death energy.
...
Chen Fan's state was tragic, but on the other side, it was even more so.
Because Yi Fu had made a move.
The aged Yi Fu had his feet rooted in the City of Freedom; his feet had never left the ground of the City of Freedom.
It wasn't that he didn't want to leave, but he needed to suppress, to suppress the City of Freedom, to suppress the Emperor's Corpse.
But at this moment, he suddenly soared into the sky, something no one had expected.
Yi Fu left the city.
"Seeking death."
Yi Fu, who had left the city, was no longer the frail old man. He instantly transformed into a butcher.
"Boom!"
The fist wind swept through heaven and earth. This punch carried the momentum of heaven and earth, and immeasurable power.
The entire world seemed to bow down before this punch.
Heaven and earth appeared to be shattered by this punch, with cracks spreading like a spiderweb in all directions.
At the center of the fist was Dou Huang.
"Impossible, how can you leave the city?" Dou Huang was horrified.
At this moment, boundless fear enveloped him.
Yi Fu could not leave the city.
This was something everyone, from the Eastern Continent to the Central Continent, knew.
Within the City of Freedom, Yi Fu was an invincible existence.
But he had a flaw: he could not leave the city; his feet could not leave the ground.
This was also why they dared to make a move.
With a swift strike, covering a thousand miles in an instant, Yi Fu could only sigh in helplessness.
But now, Yi Fu had left the city.
Not only had he left the city, but he had also attacked.
This punch was the punch of the sixth strongest in the Immortal Realm.
"Boom!"
Dou Huang's eyes were filled with unwillingness and boundless fear.
Alas, it was too late. They had angered Yi Fu, Yi Fu who could leave the city.
One punch landed on Dou Huang's body, and with a bang, his body exploded.
When others attacked, there was still a chance for the soul to escape.
But when the attacker became Yi Fu, the sixth strongest in the world, he had no hope of survival.
As his physical body exploded, his soul was annihilated.
One punch, and an Imperial Dao powerhouse died, with no possibility of resurrection.
And this was not the end; Yi Fu began his slaughter.
Turning, he threw another punch. The second Imperial Dao powerhouse, like Dou Huang, didn't even have time to react.
"Bang!"
His physical body exploded, and his soul was annihilated.
"To dare to disregard this City Lord's warning and provoke the rules of the City of Freedom will only result in death." Yi Fu's voice was as cold as a machine without emotion.
"Kill."
A massacre then unfolded.
Yi Fu became a god of slaughter, and screams and wails echoed through the skies above the City of Freedom.