A swordsman has his own bottom line.
To kill one person within ten paces, and leave no trace for a thousand miles, is their motto.
Swordsmen do not make promises easily, but once a word is spoken, it will be kept.
Qing Yu was disheartened and could only give up.
...
"Boom."
The time for the three to speak was but a fleeting moment.
Yet in this brief instant, the battle ahead had already concluded.
The protective jade pendant had exploded.
"Ah..."
Huang Qi screamed.
The exploding jade pendant carried a destructive storm.
The sound quickly dissipated.
But Chen Fan did not stop his attack, instead, he sneered, "You cannot escape."
As the words fell.
"Chik."
Sword light tore through the destructive storm.
The sword glow landed on a shard of the jade pendant.
With a 'crack', the jade pendant split.
"Chen Fan."
From the shattered jade pendant shards, a mournful scream was heard, "You cannot kill me, I am the Heavenly Emperor's..."
Bang.
Before the words were finished.
The already fragmented jade pendant shattered completely.
Simultaneously, Huang Qi's soul also splintered.
Huang Qi could not even utter his final scream before his presence completely vanished.
Escape had failed.
Death was Huang Qi's ultimate destination.
...
Huang Qi was dead.
A person of the Heavenly Emperor, so easily slain.
And this, after he had already fought a battle with the Young Fire God.
Effortlessly.
Killing Huang Qi seemed to have taken no effort at all.
"Bang."
Huang Qi fell to the ground, utterly lifeless.
Chen Fan looked at the crimson flame patterns that were being suppressed in the distance and smiled, "Do you have anything else to say?"
Young Fire God: "..."
He was, by now, somewhat fearful.
Chen Fan had actually dared to kill the Heavenly Emperor's daughter.
Compared to the Heavenly Emperor's son, what difference was there between himself and the daughter?
"Heh heh."
The Young Fire God chuckled, "Chen Fan, you are indeed formidable, daring to kill even the Heavenly Emperor's son."
Chen Fan remained silent.
The Young Fire God sighed, "Alas, since you have killed the Heavenly Emperor's son, how can I possibly live?"
Come then.
The Young Fire God closed his eyes, awaiting death.
There was no chance.
Even the Heavenly Emperor's son had died, he would have no opportunity.
Struggling was futile, better to await death.
"No rush."
At this moment, Chen Fan became unhurried.
Setting the Young Fire God aside, his gaze fell upon the remaining three.
The three still stood in a circle around the purple star.
Chen Fan smiled at the three and said, "Are you coming together, or one by one?"
Absolute confidence.
This confidence silenced the three.
"Chen Fan."
It was Qing Yu who spoke.
Chen Fan looked at her... "Speak."
Qing Yu's pupils glowed faintly and she said, "This matter can be discussed later. Today, we are here for the opportunity to become Emperor..."
"And so?"
Chen Fan remained unmoved, "This reason will not work."
"..."
Qing Yu faltered and said gravely, "The opportunity to become Emperor is right before us, do you not wish to obtain it?"
An opportunity to become Emperor! In her eyes, no one could ignore it.
This was a chance for an ascension to godhood.
"The opportunity to become Emperor?"
Chen Fan smiled, "A good thing indeed, but... as long as I kill all of you, I can have it all to myself. Would that not be better?"
What are you talking to me about?
You've been talking for ages and haven't gotten to the point.
Qing Yu spoke again, "Chen Fan, do you still have the ability to suppress all three of us now? If we join forces, you will surely die."
The Ninth Sword Cultivator suddenly spoke, "Who wants to join forces with you?"
"..."
Qing Yu's gaze immediately became resentful.
"Heh heh."
Yan Wu Shuang also cast a cold smile at Qing Yu.
Though he did not speak, his meaning was the same as the Ninth Sword Cultivator's.
"You..."
Qing Yu's expression turned grim.
These two, they don't even consider the timing.
Truly fools.
"Da, da."
Two sets of footsteps sounded simultaneously.
Yan Wu Shuang and the Ninth Sword Cultivator both took a step forward.
The two exchanged glances.
The Ninth Sword Cultivator said, "Who goes first?"
"I'll do it,"
Yan Wu Shuang said, "If anyone dares to interfere, you handle them..."
"...Alright."
The Ninth Sword Cultivator agreed.
He glanced at Qing Yu, warning her with his eyes.
Qing Yu: "..."
Fine, the one who dares to interfere is her.
These two... Qing Yu gritted her teeth.
...
Yan Wu Shuang stepped forward, looking at Chen Fan, "Do you need to recover?"
The strong do not take advantage of the weak.
"No need."
Chen Fan's gaze calmed.
Looking at Yan Wu Shuang, his gaze was imperious.
The implication was that he looked down upon Yan Wu Shuang.
Yan Wu Shuang did not get angry and nodded, "Good."
"Boom."
The auras of both sides instantly clashed.
Everything that needed to be said had been said; further talk was meaningless, it was time to act.
Their auras colliding created bursts of sonic booms.
The space between them began to distort.
"Kill."
"Kill."
The next moment, both of them vanished from their positions.
The area between them exploded with a 'boom'.
Two palms slammed together, the sound of the explosion deafening.
One palm was like white jade, the other like seven-colored flowing light.
The seven-colored light suppressed the white jade.
"Bang."
The palm like white jade exploded.
The palm condensed from energy shattered.
The first strike, it seemed Yan Wu Shuang had been at a disadvantage.
But the truth was...
"Weng."
A pair of luminous eyes tore through heaven and earth.
Divine Eyes, Yan Wu Shuang.
His eyes could split the firmament.
Those pupils split heaven and earth, pierced through Chen Fan's physical body, and swallowed him into the void rift.
"My pupils are unmatched in this world," Yan Wu Shuang said with a cold tone.
His gaze flickered, and another beam of light shot out.
A void rift appeared once more, the light shot into the ethereal space, grinding Chen Fan.
"Dong dong dong."
The void rift began to twist.
Within, in an unknown space, a battle was raging.
"Open."
Suddenly, a great shout echoed.
With a 'swish', a divine sword emerged from the unknown space.
The space was torn open again.
Chen Fan stepped out, and behind him, two figures followed.
People?
The Ninth Sword Cultivator's gaze remained unchanged.
It was Qing Yu who showed a flicker of surprise in her eyes.
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The Ninth Sword Cultivator spoke, offering an explanation, "The left eye is divine, the right eye is demonic..."
This explanation was enough.
If Qing Yu still didn't understand, then... there was nothing to be said.
Chasing Chen Fan out of the void, the two figures were one of immense divine power and the other of surging demonic energy.
"Kill."
"Kill."
These two were like real existences.
One divine, one demonic, they merged, unleashing a divine-demonic strike of world-shattering power.
"Bang."
Under the divine-demonic grinding mill, Chen Fan's physical body was directly pulverized.
A blow that was impossible to resist.
Chen Fan's figure vanished, his essence and blood coalesced in the distance, regenerating.
"Sword, come."
Chik.
Twelve swords reappeared.
With a roar, heaven and earth trembled.
The majesty of that sword, cleaving the divine aspect of the divine-demonic entity, was a sword from beyond the heavens.
"Not bad."
The disappearance of the divine-demonic shadows did not cause Yan Wu Shuang's expression to change in the slightest.
Instead, he said approvingly, "Do it again."
"Boom."
His gaze was sharp, piercing heaven and earth.
Two more figures emerged from the gaze, still one divine and one demonic.
However, these two figures were even stronger than the previous ones.