Chapter 1226 The Sword Tower Looms, Only to Be Instantly Shattered by the Gravity Orb.
Clang clang clang!
The moment the sword tower shattered, the heavens and earth resounded with an endless hum of swords.
At this instant, the world transformed into one of swords.
The gravity domain was torn to shreds.
It was only a moment, but it was enough…
"Kill."
Chen Fan unleashed his full power, his body moving with his sword.
Dense sword light slanted downwards.
Clang clang clang.
Like the striking of iron, but with a more piercing sound, it echoed through the heavens and earth.
The other battlefields were all drawn by the sonic waves of the combat.
"Hahaha."
Suddenly, a wild laughter reverberated through the heavens and earth: "I succeeded…"
It was Tinuuk's voice; he had finally broken through the Holy Emperor's defenses.
"Ching."
Suddenly, a sword light descended.
This sword strike seemed to cut through the void, yet it made Tinuuk's face instantly turn pale.
"What are you doing?"
Tinuuk glared at Chen Fan with hatred.
With that strike, his soul power had been severed.
"Get lost."
A cold roar echoed from the battlefield.
"You…"
Tinuuk was furious.
At a crucial moment, when he was about to succeed, he was stopped by Chen Fan.
"Hmph."
Chen Fan paid him no mind.
Just now, the Dragon Pattern Compass had been frantically warning him, forcing him to unleash that sword strike.
Then he recalled that the Holy Emperor had never stopped Tinuuk's actions from the beginning, clearly indicating a trap.
The Holy Emperor had been waiting for this moment.
Indeed… he saw the Holy Emperor's sinister gaze.
"Bastard."
The Holy Emperor roared in anger.
As for who he was cursing, Chen Fan knew perfectly well.
"Boom."
Gravity descended once more.
But the Holy Emperor bypassed Chen Fan directly and charged towards Tinuuk.
Such a golden opportunity had been ruined; how could he be reconciled?
Tinuuk: "???"
He wasn't an idiot; seeing the Holy Emperor's frenzied charge towards him, he also understood.
"A trap?"
He understood now. Chen Fan had, in effect, saved his life.
So…
"Swish."
Tinuuk turned and fled.
His physical body was not strong; once the Holy Emperor got close, with the suppression of the Gravity Orb, he could be killed instantly.
Therefore, he had to run.
"Can you run?"
The Holy Emperor's cultivation was too high; he arrived in an instant.
Tinuuk had no chance to resist, feeling a soul force he couldn't withstand crash into him.
A mere touch was enough to suffocate him.
"How is this possible?"
Tinuuk's pupils contracted.
At this moment, the Holy Emperor's soul strength completely crushed him.
He didn't even have a chance to resist.
"Heh heh."
The Holy Emperor sneered, looking at Tinuuk, and said, "Leaving you half of the Sacred Book was for this day. Now the fruit is ripe; it's time to harvest."
In the Holy Emperor's eyes, Tinuuk had always been like a fruit.
"Swallow."
The suppression of soul power plunged Tinuuk into despair.
He truly had no chance to resist at all.
Clang!
At the critical moment, the sword hum echoed.
Chen Fan had arrived.
The Gravity Orb rose, blocking the Ama-no-Murakumo Sword.
Glancing back at Chen Fan, he sneered, "You're dead for sure."
As long as he swallowed Tinuuk's soul, everything he had lost would be regained.
Supremacy could be achieved in an instant.
"Is that so?"
Just as the Holy Emperor was speaking confidently, a mysterious rule force suddenly descended.
This force distorted space, distorted time, and simultaneously distorted… Tinuuk's body.
Tinuuk vanished.
It wasn't the power of the Golden Silk Cicada Robe, but… the Dragon Pattern Compass.
A compass that could stabilize the heavens and earth, finding a sliver of life in certain death, and took Tinuuk away.
"This…"
The Holy Emperor was stunned.
Before him, there was nothing.
"Roar."
The next moment, he went mad.
The duck that was about to be eaten had flown away; how could he not be enraged?
"How did you do it?" He didn't know about the existence of the Dragon Pattern Compass.
"You guess."
Chen Fan smiled calmly, shaking off the Gravity Orb.
"Kill."
He attacked again, engaging in battle with the enraged Holy Emperor.
"I will kill you."
At this moment, the Holy Emperor's fury soared: "You forced me, you forced me… Roar…"
A roar shook the heavens and earth.
The roar was not from the Holy Emperor, but from another battlefield.
The demon had swallowed the Qin King's corpse, and now, that colossal demon was collapsing, a hand extending out, tearing the demon apart.
"How is this possible?"
The Dark Pope's pupils contracted.
The demon that could have lasted for an hour was easily torn apart.
Moreover, the Qin King's corpse seemed to have gained self-awareness.
The next moment, they understood what was happening.
The Qin King's corpse actually spoke: "You will all die…"
It was the Holy Emperor's voice.
"Impossible."
The Dark Pope's voice trembled.
It was too unbelievable.
The Holy Emperor had refined the Qin King's corpse.
"No."
Immediately afterward, the Dark Pope sensed something: "You can only control the Qin King's corpse briefly; it is your soul controlling it. You haven't refined it. And… a Supreme's corpse, how can it be so easily refined?"
"Heh heh."
The Qin King's corpse sneered.
You're right, but so what?
Even simple control over a Supreme's physical body was enough to suppress everyone.
"Bang."
As the Qin King's corpse took a step, the heavens and earth collapsed.
They were truly collapsing.
Simultaneously collapsing were the bodies of the Dark Pope and the two beside him.
"Run."
At this moment, the Dark Pope was decisive, leading his two subordinates and fleeing.
They couldn't withstand the power of a Supreme's physical body; they would die.
In the blink of an eye, the three escaped.
They reappeared ten thousand meters away.
Of the three, one was missing; he hadn't escaped and was crushed into a pulp by the Qin King's corpse with a single stomp.
This was the power of a Supreme's physical body.
The Qin King's corpse cast a cold glance at the fleeing Dark Pope, but did not pursue.
Chen Fan was the primary target.
"Swish."
The Supreme's physical body descended, blocking Chen Fan's retreat from both in front and behind, alongside the Holy Emperor.
"How do you wish to die?" The Holy Emperor's tone was icy.
"…"
Chen Fan did not reply.
At this moment, his expression was unprecedentedly grave.
He couldn't defeat the Supreme's physical body.
Even with three divine artifacts, it was not enough; he felt immense pressure.
"Kill."
Yet, he still chose to attack proactively.
Boom!
The Ama-no-Murakumo Sword slashed outwards in all directions.
Clang clang clang.
The sword light could only leave white marks on the Qin King's corpse; only the divine sword itself could break through its defenses.
The Qin King's corpse stood before the Holy Emperor, ignoring everything.
The Qin King's corpse moved.
"Boom."
With a single punch, all the sword light was shattered.
Waaah.
Chen Fan vomited blood.
The Golden Silk Cicada Robe blocked the punch, protecting his body.
But…
The hand gripping the sword was already trembling.
Too strong.
"Kill."
He still didn't retreat, charging forward aggressively.
He was Chen Fan; he wouldn't back down.
"Rumble!"
Chen Fan, with his own might, activated three divine artifacts, battling the Qin King's corpse.
Yes, this time, he used three divine artifacts.
The Dragon Pattern Compass could always find the perfect timing at critical moments, allowing him to evade fatal crises.
The Golden Silk Cicada Robe provided defense, and the Ama-no-Murakumo Sword was the main attacker.