Chapter 1662 - Crushing Deng Ao’s Primordial Spirit

Chapter 1662 - Crushing Deng Ao’s Primordial Spirit

Naturally, the instigator of all this, Chen Fan, had long since left Chaos City and headed deep into the asteroid zone.

In the blink of an eye, another ten years passed.

“

Phew

, time really flies.”

Chen Fan stood up from an asteroid and stretched, a brilliant light flickering in his eyes. For ten entire years, he had not moved from this spot, fully immersed in refining and devouring the Sage abomination’s cultivation.

A Sage abomination contained unimaginably vast energy, along with profound imprints of the great Dao. Even with the Heaven and Earth Furnace, it still took Chen Fan a full decade to digest it fully. The results, however, were unmistakable.

Now, he had reached the peak of the top-level Immortal King realm, brushing against the threshold of the Quasi-Emperor realm. Furthermore, with his depth and hidden cards, he already possessed the ability to contend with a Quasi-Emperor in battle.

“It’s been over a century since I entered the Demon Realm Passageway. It’s time to return.”

Chen Fan stood up and turned into a stream of light, speeding off into the distance.

Although he had been banished to the Demon Realm Passageway, no one actually kept an eye on him. The sect leader had merely stated that Chen Fan could not leave freely unless he completed his assigned mission. Now that the task was finished, the banishment existed in name only. He was free to come and go.

When he returned to the Featherlight Sect, the entire sect was abuzz with discussion about the Immortal Assembly.

This was a grand event for the entire Heavenly Realm, held once every thousand years. Immortal sects from all domains would gather, and the most outstanding elites of each region would compete for supreme glory.

Chen Fan was naturally intrigued.

The Immortal Assembly was a grand event for the entire Heavenly Realm, with countless prides of heaven gathered in one place to compete. Even with his current strength, claiming first place would be no easy matter.

He was well aware of one simple truth: there was always someone stronger, always a higher sky beyond the heavens. He wasn’t so arrogant as to think that he was unrivaled in the world.

When Chen Fan returned to the Featherlight Sect, the entire sect was shaken. No one had forgotten the man who had caused such a colossal upheaval over a century ago

In their minds, Chen Fan should have been trapped in the Demon Realm Passageway battlefield for centuries, if not millennia. After all, top-level Immortal Kings weren’t easy to kill. Even if he could fight above his level, he would likely need to become a top-level Immortal King himself to slay experts at the same level.

When he had first set foot into the passageway, he had been a newbie Half-step Immortal King. To advance into the top-level Immortal King realm, wouldn’t he need hundreds, if not thousands of years?

After all, for the regular people, breaking through each level in the Immortal King realm was as difficult as ascending to heaven. Spending thousands of years to rise through a level in the realm was nothing out of the ordinary.

None of them had expected Chen Fan to return from the Demon Realm Passageway battlefield in a little over a hundred years.

The higher-ups summoned him before he could get any rest.

Golden Immortal Hall, Featherlight Heavenly Palace, Golden Immortal Hall:

Several Immortal Emperors sat on their thrones, each wielding great authority over life and death within the sect, revered by all.

Chen Fan sensed a threatening gaze on him as soon as he entered the Golden Immortal Hall. It came from none other than Deng Ao.

At a glance, Chen Fan saw through the fact that this wasn’t Deng Ao’s true form but merely an incarnation of his primordial spirit. In fact, most of those present were the same. Very few had arrived in their real forms.

These were people who wielded immense authority within the sect. Usually, they were either in seclusion, cultivating, or managing critical affairs of the sect. No matter how sensational Chen Fan’s return was, it did not warrant their personal appearance.

Sending a primordial spirit incarnation here was already a sign of attention.

Chen Fan stood fearlessly within the hall, steady as a mountain. In the past, he had not even been qualified to look up at these figures. Now, he could see through their illusory bodies at a glance and stand before them as an equal.

The first to speak up was Deng Ao.

“You little beast, how dare you show yourself here and openly defy the sect leader’s rules. You must be tired of living.”

“

Hmph

, what does this have to do with you? Shouldn’t you be guarding the Demon Realm Passageway instead of sticking your nose into other people’s business?” Chen Fan sneered coldly. Since Deng Ao was acting so impolitely, naturally Chen Fan wouldn’t be nice to him either. “If you have time to bark here, you’d be better off searching for the Demon Subduing Mirror. If I were you, I wouldn’t even have the face to sit there after committing such a colossal blunder.”

“Insolence!” Deng Ao flew into a rage, his face flushed red.

The loss of the Demon Subduing Mirror was a festering wound in his heart, and Chen Fan had ripped it open in public. It was nothing short of slapping his face and rubbing salt into the injury.

“You little beast, how dare you speak to me like that. You are indeed possessed by a demon!”

“Possessed by a demon? So be it if you secretly misused the Demon Subduing Mirror for your private affairs, old fart, but you even lost it. The news has already spread to the Demon Realm. You’ve disgraced the entire sect, you old mutt!” Chen Fan rebuked sharply without hesitation, not giving in an inch.

“Everyone knows how important the Demon Subduing Mirror is to our Featherlight Sect, and you just had to lose it. In my opinion, you are the real spy. You gave the Demon Subduing Mirror to the demon race!”

“You’re courting death!”

Hearing Chen Fan bringing up the Demon Subduing Mirror nonstop and slinging mud at him, Deng Ao was furious beyond words. His aura surged in an instant. “You must have played some tricks behind the scenes, you little beast. Hmph, I’ll take you down and search your soul!”

Immediately, Deng Ao spat out a mouthful of sword qi. It expanded violently in the wind, swelling up to ten thousand feet in the blink of an eye, and slashed at Chen Fan.

“Old mutt, I think you’re the one courting death!” The Heavenly Punishment Elder stood up, his overwhelming pressure blanketing the entire Golden Immortal Hall.

Before he could act, another terrifying aura surged forth. A top-level Immortal Emperor intervened, blocking him.

“This is between them. You’d better not intervene.”

Several other behemoths moved at once, jointly restraining the Heavenly Punishment Elder.

“You people are courting death!” The Heavenly Punishment Elder snarled.

“Rest assured, Master. If his true body were here, I might be wary. But for a mere primordial spirit incarnation to act arrogantly before me... he truly doesn’t value his life.”

Chen Fan showed no change in emotion and directly struck out with a large hand.

Rumble!

Deafening explosions shook the hall as violent shockwaves tore through space. Yet none of those present lost sight of what followed. They saw Chen Fan catch Deng Ao’s sword light with his bare hand.

The sword light landed on Chen Fan’s palm, yet failed to cut even a fraction of skin. Instead, it was forcibly suppressed, shocking everyone present.

They were all well aware of Deng Ao’s strength. Even as a primordial spirit, he possessed the might of a top-tier Immortal King. That strike should have gravely injured anyone of the same realm.

“How is this possible? That was Deng Ao’s Demon Slaying Sword, refined over countless years. He’d slain thousands of demons with it, and it possesses boundless might. Even a top-level Immortal King would be severely wounded by it, yet it couldn’t even scratch Chen Fan.”

The sect leader had been about to intervene, but upon seeing this, he closed his mouth. He wanted to see just how far Chen Fan had advanced.

“What Demon Slaying Sword, it’s nothing!” Chen Fan sneered coldly and clasped his palm shut, crushing the streak of sword light.

“What? How is this possible?” Deng Ao exclaimed.

Although his Demon Slaying Sword wasn’t a real, physical sword, it was formed from a hint of his sword intent. Moreover, he had used a secret art to refine it, granting it boundless power. A casual strike with it could cut through heaven and earth.

But now, let alone killing Chen Fan, it couldn’t even harm a strand of hair on him.

“What’s impossible? Old mutt, didn’t you ask why I came out of the Demon Realm Passageway? Let me show you!”

He boldly charged toward Deng Ao and clenched his fist. A terrifying fist force swept through the world, blasting toward Deng Ao.

Deng Ao was both shocked and furious.

“How dare you commit the treasonous act of attacking me. You’re indeed a born rebel!”

Deng Ao’s law power erupted, roaring like a storm-tossed sea. Endless sword qi poured out, twisting through space like a raging sword dragon.

Immediately, he spat out a mouthful of sword qi, which turned into endless sword qi, swirling in space like a sword dragon.

“You started this,” Chen Fan replied coldly. “Don’t blame me for finishing it. You wanted to kill me. Today, I’ll kill you in front of everyone.”

His aura exploded in full. Like a battle god descending, he shattered the sword qi and appeared directly before Deng Ao.

“Old mutt, I’ll kill trash like you with three punches!”

Divine light erupted from Chen Fan’s eyes. His momentum was unstoppable. Majestic law power gushed out, gathering in his fist as he punched violently.

Royal Path Divine Fist!

Boom, crack!

The space was torn apart.

This punch caused heaven and earth to change colors.

Deng Ao roared furiously and spewed out an astonishing sword, but it was directly shattered by Chen Fan. The punch landed squarely on him, sending him flying from his throne.

Chen Fan gave chase, moving as fast as lightning, his gaze icy, and unleashed another punch.

“Second punch!”

“You!” Deng Ao was terrified as he watched Chen Fan’s punch break through his defense and slam onto him, blowing a large hole in his chest.

“Old mutt, this third punch shall send you on your way!” Chen Fan roared incomparably coldly as the third punch descended.

Boom!

Boom, tch!

Deng Ao was obliterated before he could utter another word. Only a pure mass of spirit energy remained, which Chen Fan swept up and refined on the spot.

Silence!

The entire Golden Immortal Hall fell deadly silent. Almost everyone was trying to digest this shocking reality.

Chen Fan had really crushed Deng Ao’s primordial spirit incarnate.

Everyone was stunned by the terrifying strength Chen Fan had displayed. How could Chen Fan become this strong in just a hundred years?