The Supreme being injured, the Supreme being furious.
"Little insect."
The Demon Race Supreme did not transform into his true form, only his green hair turned into lush willow branches.
The willow branches spread wildly, each hundreds of meters long.
Swaying in the wind, the willow branches appeared incredibly soft, yet each movement distorted the void.
The willow branches were like divine weapons.
"I will kill you."
The injured Supreme being spoke, his green pupils slowly being consumed by savagery.
After being injured, the Demon Beast could suppress his emotions.
But now, he would not suppress them.
"Boom."
Accompanied by a roar, the sky-covering willow branches pierced through.
Too many and too fast, unavoidable.
"Golden Cicada Silk Robe."
A low growl sounded in his mind.
In an instant, the Golden Cicada Silk Robe was activated to its extreme, sealing heaven and earth.
Rumble.
The willow branches descended, submerging Chen Fan.
This small world exploded, and a storm of destruction raged within a small area.
Willow branches, as if inexhaustible, pierced down.
"City Lord..."
Old Demon Chu exclaimed, wanting to rush to rescue.
On the other side, Hong Si and the Linglong were also preparing to lead the Qin Family Army to help.
"Don't move."
Wu Sheng's pupils lit up like golden lamps, seeing through the illusion.
Within the storm of destruction, a figure coughed blood and flew out, tossed by the force of the explosion.
Though he looked miserable, Wu Sheng could sense the aura of that figure. It was weak, but like a candle flame in the wind, it could not be extinguished.
Wu Sheng quickly stopped Old Demon Chu and the Qin Family Army, saying in a deep voice, "He's fine."
"Really?"
These people still trusted Wu Sheng more.
"Mm."
Wu Sheng nodded.
He was sure that Chen Fan was not dead.
"Rumble."
The roaring finally stopped, the tens of thousands of willow branches completely consumed.
The site of the storm of destruction was covered in dust.
"Heh."
With a dismissive snort.
Within the storm, Chen Fan raised his hand to push away the dust and walked out in a sorry state.
His tattered clothes had long since vanished in the storm of destruction, leaving only a golden robe with flowing energy.
Blood trickled from his lips, but his steps were firm.
His aura was weak, yet his presence was exceptionally strong.
Stepping out from the dusty area, Chen Fan stopped and looked at the Demon Race Supreme, his lips slowly curling up, "Sorry, I'm not dead."
The provocative gaze and words made the Demon Race Supreme's pupils turn ice cold.
"You will die."
On the Demon Race Supreme, demonic energy surged.
As the monstrous demonic energy permeated, a golden willow tree hundreds of feet tall appeared, completely condensed from demonic energy.
With the appearance of the hundred-foot willow tree, its oppressive aura spanned heaven and earth.
It was too massive.
The hanging willow branches were like divine swords, suspended in the sky, their killing intent permeating the world.
"Hoo."
Chen Fan took a deep breath and pointed his sword at the figure beneath the willow tree.
So what if it was a towering willow tree?
I, Chen Fan... fear nothing.
"Kill."
Chen Fan still chose to attack first.
Clang!
The sword's cry was deafening, its sword light soaring into the sky.
"Fall."
The Demon Race Supreme's main body did not move, only a single word was uttered.
Pfft pfft pfft.
The willow branches suspended in the sky descended like ten thousand divine swords.
The willow branches collided with the sword light of the Heavenly Cloud Sword, erupting with a power that ravaged the surroundings and spread outwards.
Dripping.
Unnoticed, the pointer on the Dragon Pattern Compass spun.
Heavenly Stems, Earthly Branches, Bagua, Five Elements...
The Dragon Pattern Compass gathered the changes of heaven and earth, an integration of the Great Dao.
"Found it."
The moment the pointer stopped, Chen Fan turned and drew his sword without hesitation.
Chik.
Though it was merely a sword thrust into emptiness, blood flowed out.
The green blood looked somewhat disgusting.
But...
"Bang."
A palm struck out.
Chen Fan quickly drew his sword back, blocking the incoming palm.
Above, the sword light continued to contend with the willow branches, the rumbling unending.
And in front of him, in the void, the Demon Race Supreme's figure slowly materialized.
The figure beneath the willow tree transformed into a willow branch.
"Good trick."
Chen Fan exclaimed.
To think that a dignified Supreme being would resort to sneak attacks.
"Impossible."
The savagery in the Demon Race Supreme's eyes did not diminish, but mixed with a hint of confusion: "You are only half a step to Supreme, how could you discover my presence?"
"No..."
He pondered: "You have a treasure on you, capable of predicting fortune and misfortune."
At these words, the Demon Race Supreme's eyes lit up.
"Treasure."
He laughed heartily, "Haha, it's mine."
A treasure capable of predicting the location of a Supreme being was undoubtedly a supreme treasure.
Chen Fan frowned, his expression unchanged.
What a cunning fellow, so intelligent.
"Boom."
Willow branches reappeared, piercing through.
Chen Fan blocked with his sword, his sword movements extremely fast, intercepting the sharp branches that were about to pierce him.
The branches moved with incredible speed.
"Open."
The Sword Pagoda appeared instantly.
With a roar, it repelled the willow branches that enveloped his body.
Above, an even thicker branch descended, and with a 'bang', it smashed Chen Fan into the ground.
The next moment, Chen Fan rushed out in a battered state.
"Kill."
His face covered in blood, Chen Fan paid it no mind.
His fighting spirit boiled, his battle blood burned.
Kill, kill, kill.
Chen Fan fought with frenzied abandon.
He was suppressed, constantly injured, yet he did not retreat a single step, charging forward time and again.
...
From afar, Wu Sheng frowned, "Too crazy."
He was known as the God of Slaughter, but he lacked Chen Fan's level of madness.
Chen Fan seemed fine on normal days, but who knew he harbored such a crazy factor within him.
He did not intervene, but stood his ground.
Old Demon Chu and the Qin Family Army fought on either side.
The flames of war reached the sky.
"Haha, come again."
Chen Fan was blasted away, his heavily injured body flying back once more: "Aren't you a Supreme being? Come on, kill me, let's see how you kill me."
Willow branches shattered under his divine sword.
The Demon Race Supreme's expression was icy, "Do you really think this is all a Supreme being can do?"
"Heh heh."
The Demon Race Supreme sneered, "Only thirty percent of my strength, and you're already like this. Heavily injured, how much longer can you last?"
"You can try."
Perhaps the Demon Race Supreme was right, he had only used thirty percent of his strength.
But had he, Chen Fan, ever used his full strength?
In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed...
"How is it? Haha..."
Chen Fan provocatively taunted, "Still want to play? What kind of Demon Race Supreme, pfft, trash..."
"You court death."
The Demon Race Supreme's emotions slowly calmed, and he said coldly, "Fine. I intended to play with you, but since you're so eager to die, I, this Supreme being, will grant you a dignified death. Forty percent of my strength, and you can brag about it in hell."
Boom.
A golden willow branch appeared.
Fast.
Extremely fast.
The golden willow branch instantly appeared at Chen Fan's chest and pierced through.
Hum.
Blood light erupted.
The Golden Cicada Silk Robe blocked the golden willow branch from piercing his heart.
However, the power contained within it made Chen Fan cough blood, his heart already cracked.
This blow was extremely powerful.
"Stay with me."
Chen Fan's left hand grabbed the golden willow branch.
The willow branch trembled, and demonic energy spread.
Chen Fan's heart stirred, and his might erupted. With a 'bang', he crushed the golden willow branch and, as the power diffused, he actually swallowed it in one gulp.
"Heh, tastes good."