Chapter 1672 - Displaying Divine Might

Chapter 1672 - Displaying Divine Might

“Hahahaha!” The Thirteen Iron-Blooded Knights burst into laughter, roaring as though they had just heard the most ridiculous joke imaginable.

Boom!

Their commander pointed his spear at Chen Fan, his Quasi-Emperor realm aura turning into a storm. “Chen Fan, did you think you’d be a match for the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Knights after breaking through to the Quasi-Emperor realm? Ridiculous! We’ve slaughtered so many demon Quasi-Emperors in the Demon Realm Passageway that we lost count long ago.”

“Exactly! You’re out of your league!”

“

Hmph

, he dared to kill our Apex Mystic Sect’s disciples. That means death! Once we seize him, we’ll carve him apart piece by piece. A thousand cuts before death.”

The knights clamored incessantly, their voices dripping with bloodlust. Although Chen Fan was now a Quasi-Emperor, he was still no different from a dead man to them.

Their commander became a Quasi-Emperor years ago, and the remaining twelve knights could also contend against a Quasi-Emperor if they joined hands. Together, they were the equivalent of two or three Quasi-Emperors suppressing a newly advanced one. No matter how monstrous Chen Fan was, how could he possibly escape?

They had guarded the Apex Mystic Sect’s Demon Realm for countless years, bathing in demon blood. Quasi-Emperors had fallen to their spears more than once. The name Thirteen Iron-Blooded Knights alone was enough to make even the Demon Realm shudder.

“Big Brother Chen Fan.”

Qing Chan stepped to his side, eyes red and voice trembling. “Senior Brother Qin is dead, and they also severely wounded Senior Brother Sun.”

Chen Fan tousled Qing Chan’s head and said coldly, “Rest assured. I’ll avenge them.”

“Revenge? You can’t even save yourself, and you’re thinking about revenge? I’ll see how you do that!” The commander of the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Knights sneered coldly. He cast a glance at Sun Ziyang, sprawled on the ground, and said, “Fine, I’ll slaughter him right in front of you. Let’s see how you stop me.”

His words barely fell before he moved. A frigid light erupted from his iron spear as he thrust forward, the weapon howling like a vicious dragon as it lunged to devour Sun Ziyang.

Just as Sun Ziyang was about to fall to the iron spear, Qing Chan let out a shriek. Chen Fan sent out a palm strike, shaking the space. A Hand of Demon swept out, colliding violently with the iron spear.

“You can’t kill anyone I choose to protect.” The iron spear was knocked aside. The Hand of Demon seized Sun Ziyang and pulled him away.

“

Hmph

, not even the heavenly gods can save those I want to kill!”

The commander’s face turned ashen. Chen Fan had actually stopped him and was even trying to save Sun Ziyang right under his nose. Wasn’t this a slap to his face?

Immediately, he moved. His aura erupted violently, murderous and overwhelming. His spear emitted horrifying light that contained unimaginable powers, chasing Chen Fan’s Hand of Demon and stabbing at it, aiming to annihilate both the Hand of Demon and Sun Ziyang.

One sought to save. The other sought to kill. Neither yielded.

“I said it already. With me here, you can’t kill him!” An icy light flashed across Chen Fan’s eyes. He opened his mouth and spat out a streak of sword light, slicing through space and time. In an instant, it arrived before the commander, aiming to cleave him in two.

The commander’s expression changed slightly, forced to withdraw his attack and stabbed toward the oncoming sword light instead.

Rumble!

The sword light detonated. The commander remained standing, but his face had turned livid.

In that brief moment, Chen Fan rescued Sun Ziyang and dropped him into Qing Chan’s arms.

Saving someone right under his nose was nothing short of a slap across the face.

The commander’s face turned frosty. Waves of terrifying killing intent swept out from him, locking onto Chen Fan. He said, “Well, it’s just a loser. So what if you saved him? You, however, are dead for sure. Formation!”

Whoosh!

In an instant, the other twelve knights got into position. Overwhelming killing intent surged from them icily. Their killing intent surged like frozen tides, their gazes emotionless, as though Chen Fan were already a corpse.

“Kill!” The commander of the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Knights pointed with his spear. Immediately, the thirteen knights charged forward ferociously, carrying overwhelming killing intent, trampling the air and shaking the mountains.

Chen Fan smiled coldly. “Today, I’ll slaughter all thirteen of you. Let’s see how many people your Apex Mystic Sect can afford to lose. Thirteen Iron-Blooded Knights? A pack of mites.”

Chen Fan remained fearless in the face of the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Knights’ charge. Before breaking through, dealing with them would have been troublesome.

After all, each of them had risen from a mountain of corpses and had a wealth of combat experience. They were top experts within their cultivation level, capable of killing their peers with ease. With their commander as a Quasi-Emperor and the rest acting in concert, killing two or three ordinary Quasi-Emperors would have been trivial.

Although Chen Fan could contend against a Quasi-Emperor when he was only in the top-level Immortal King realm, facing several at once was another matter entirely. It would already be commendable if he could remain undefeated.

However, as his cultivation improved a step further, having broken through to the Quasi-Emperor realm, his combat strength skyrocketed by tenfold, perhaps even a hundredfold. Chen Fan had a feeling that he could even challenge an Immortal Emperor.

Rumble!

He charged forward barehanded. His iron fists tore through the air, sonic booms trailing behind them as they aimed straight for the commander’s head.

“You’re courting death!”

Seeing Chen Fan charging at him barehanded, the expression of the commander twisted savagely as he thrusted his iron spear viciously toward Chen Fan like a dragon.

Boom!

The spear tip collided with Chen Fan’s fist. No flesh was pierced; instead, a terrifying rebound force surged back into the commander’s arm. His palm split open instantly, blood spraying as shock flashed across his face.

Before he could react, Chen Fan had already knocked the spear aside and followed with another punch.

Boom!

Despite the commander of the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Knights frantically raising his iron spear in front of him to defend himself, he was sent flying. His steed, the dragon horse, exploded into a mist of blood, dying on the spot.

“How is this possible?”

“Damn it!”

“Kill him!”

The other twelve knights’ expressions changed slightly at the sight, but they didn’t show any signs of fear. Instead, their killing intent thickened. They drove their iron spears forth, riding their dragon horses, and charged at Chen Fan.

“Hahaha, hahahaha...” Chen Fan roared with laughter at the sight, full of vigor. Before anyone could react, he had already moved, executing Battle Through the Night. He struck in a single breath, fists and will erupting together, attacking all twelve auras at once.

“The Seven-Star Art: First Star, Demon Annihilation; Second Star, Star Mysteries; Third Star, Pure Yang Refinement; Fourth Star, Soaring Star; Fifth Star, Quick-Fire Art; Sixth Star, Boundless Chaos; Seventh Star, Shifting Universe. Battle for supremacy!”

His fists and kicks came in a storm. His figure filled the surrounding five kilometers, silhouettes overlapping endlessly. Each movement whipped the air into shrieking gales.

His current strength was so terrifying that he could set off a fierce gale with a thrust of his palm, compressing the air and lifting a tiny rock a thousand meters away.

As the Seven Stars Fist Art unfolded, the entire area descended into chaos, like a powder keg ready to explode.

Rumble.

When the final move erupted, the seven stars merged into one. The air trembled violently, the ground quaked, and compressed shockwaves blasted outward.

In that moment, the knights’ vision blurred. Chen Fan’s iron fist was like a meteorite tearing through the sky, crashing down violently. Every one of them felt like they were facing Chen Fan alone, isolated and helpless.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

In a breath’s time, all twelve knights took a hit from Chen Fan and were sent flying. Their qi and blood churned violently from the impact, their complexions paled, and they nearly vomited.

“How is this possible? How could you be this strong?”

The Thirteen Iron-Blooded Knights paled in shock. Their earlier confidence, the surety that everything was under control, had vanished without a trace.

“It’s you who’s too weak. What dogshit Thirteen Iron-Blooded Knights, you’re just losers in front of me.

Hmph

, hand over your lives. Today, all of you will die!” Chen Fan said coldly. His figure turned into a blur and appeared in front of a knight. His fingers curled in like hooks and struck out.

The knight’s expression changed, and he thrust his spear with gritted teeth. However, Chen Fan turned it into scrap metal at once and grabbed the knight’s neck. He lifted the knight like he was holding a little chick. With a shake of his palm, he crippled this person’s martial arts.

As if throwing garbage, he threw the knight toward Qing Chan and said, “Qing Chan, raise your sword. Kill him if you want to avenge your senior brothers.”

As he spoke, he was already in front of another knight, repeating the process.

In front of others, these knights were demons who were numb to slaughter. Their ferocity could even intimidate top-level Immortal Kings. Yet, before Chen Fan, they were livestock.

Seeing the knight collapsed at her feet like a dead dog, intense hatred surged in her eyes.

Senior Brother Qin, who always protected her, had died at their hands. Senior Brother Sun Ziyang lay gravely wounded, his life barely intact. If it wasn’t for Chen Fan stepping in at the critical moment, both Sun Ziyang and her would have died too.

Qing Chan held her sword tightly and swung at the knight’s neck.

“Audacious!” The commander of the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Knights immediately roared at the sight. His voice boomed like thunder, its shockwave capable of killing people, “If you dare to kill him, your clan and sect will be annihilated tomorrow. Everyone connected to you will die!”

“Still talking big when death is upon you!” Chen Fan sneered coldly.

Meanwhile, Qing Chan also swung her sword down, chopping off the knight’s head.