Chapter 1673 - The Beginning of a Catastrophe

Chapter 1673 - The Beginning of a Catastrophe

“Hahaha, good!” Chen Fan laughed out loud at the sight.

Qing Chan looked no older than fifteen or sixteen, delicate and young. In truth, she had cultivated for centuries and would be considered an ancient monster by ordinary standards. Yet her eyes remained clear and untainted.

Her innocence was not born of stupidity, but of protection. Her senior brothers had shielded her too well, keeping her far from the ugliness of the world. Such purity was not inherently wrong, but in the martial world, where the strong devoured the weak, it was a fatal flaw.

Chen Fan knew this, and everything he did now was for her sake.

“Hahaha, another one!”

Chen Fan crippled a second knight and threw him toward Qing Chan.

Qing Chan was still shaken from her first kill. She stared at the headless corpse before her, her mind reeling, her hands trembling uncontrollably. The weight of having taken a life pressed heavily on her heart.

She didn’t even notice that Chen Fan had thrown a second knight her way.

Although Chen Fan had crippled the knight’s cultivation, his gaze was still incredibly vicious. He struggled to get up on his feet while Qing Chan was still in a daze and held his iron spear tight, thrusting it forward with every last ounce of strength.

“Qing Chan, watch out!”

The severely wounded Sun Ziyang hurriedly stood up on his feet and threw himself before Qing Chan.

𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Puchi!

The spear penetrated Sun Ziyang.

“Senior Brother!” Qing Chan snapped back to her senses and screamed. Rage and terror surged together as she lunged forward, her sword hacking down in a frenzy until the knight was reduced to mangled flesh.

She caught Sun Ziyang before he collapsed, hastily pulling out recovery immortal elixirs and stuffing them into his mouth. Her voice shook with sobs. “Senior Brother, how are you feeling? It’s all my fault!”

If she hadn’t been distracted earlier, her senior brother wouldn’t have suffered another injury. The self-loathing cut deeper than any blade.

“It’s fine. I am fine. I’ll recover after resting for a bit.” Sun Ziyang consoled her weakly, his complexion as pale as paper.

Chen Fan observed the scene with his immortal will and let out a quiet sigh.

Clang, clang, clang!

The remaining knights were mad with anger. Their killing intent boiled over as iron spears shot skyward, intertwining into a massive net that shattered the air itself as it descended on Chen Fan.

“Hahaha, a bunch of ants.” Chen Fan laughed after seeing the attack, unfazed. He shattered the wide net with a punch. The shockwave blasted the knights backward as blood sprayed from their mouths.

Poof, poof, poof!

Chen Fan showed no mercy. Streaks of sword light flashed, slaying several knights on the spot as effortlessly as slaughtering poultry.

“Only a few left.”

Chen Fan’s cold, merciless voice entered the remaining knights’ ears. Finally, hints of fear flashed in their eyes. They had never known terror like this.

They were survivors who had clawed their way out of mountains of corpses, executioners who brought death wherever they went. Yet now, they were forced to taste the same despair their victims felt in their final moments—the dread of being hunted.

The youth before their eyes was like a demon god. Even the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Knights were like ants in front of him, easily slain at his whim.

How could this be possible?

They couldn’t believe it.

From the start, Chen Fan had been nothing more than a dead man in their eyes—a piece of prey waiting to be harvested. But only now did they realize the truth: they were the prey that had willingly delivered itself to the hunter’s doorstep.

Suddenly, the commander of the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Knights let out a long, mournful cry.

“

Ohhh, ohhh

!”

They had once been unstoppable on the Demon Realm Passageway battlefield. Yet before Chen Fan, they were cut down with effortless brutality.

“Today, I’ll make sure you die without a burial place!”

His fury peaked. Waves of bloody aura radiated from him as his killing intent surged violently, turning into a fierce gale and sweeping out in all directions. The storm carried boundless bloodlust, chilling all who sensed it.

“Die for me!”

The commander’s aura exploded, far surpassing its previous level. Clearly, he had activated a forbidden battlefield secret art.

“Today, I’ll make you regret ever being born into this world!” roared the commander, crushing through the void with a rumble. Space trembled as he moved, as though it could shatter at any moment.

He thrust his spear forward. A devastating spear light swept out like a raging tide, tearing through the heavens. Space cracked wherever the spear passed, leaving deep fissures in its wake.

His terrifying killing intent split the mountains open. Those nearby felt their faces drain of color, as if the sky were nearly falling from them as they shook.

“What terrifying killing intent! Who’s clashing over there?”

“Let’s go see. Only supreme experts could cause this.”

Several cultivators rushed over and, from afar, saw the commander of the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Knights, radiating the presence of a slaughter god.

“It’s the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Knights!”

“And Chen Fan’s group!”

These people recognized them at once.

Clang!

The spear tip tore through the air, shooting straight toward Chen Fan’s glabella, as if it would shatter his head in the next breath. Yet Chen Fan remained motionless, as though frozen by fear.

Poof.

The spear tip pierced through Chen Fan’s glabella, but no blood went spurting into the air. Chen Fan’s figure distorted and turned into green smoke before dissipating.

It was an afterimage!

Chen Fan stood proudly in the sky above the commander, looking down at him with an indifferent expression. His icy voice entered the crowd’s ears, shocking everyone to their core.

“Is this your full strength? Disappointing!”

When did Chen Fan appear there?

Boom!

Chen Fan stomped his foot. Space exploded, stars trembled, and an enormous foot descended from the heavens, threatening to crush the leader beneath it.

“Break!” The leader roared, shooting upward like a ferocious dragon, thrusting his spear skyward and piercing through the descending foot.

But before he could recover, a golden iron fist crashed down like a golden sun.

Boom!

His ascent halted abruptly. He convulsed before being smashed downward like a cannonball.

Bang!

The mountains shook, raising dust clouds a hundred thousand feet into the air.

“Boss!”

“Boss!”

The remaining knights immediately rushed over at the sight.

“Alright, time to send you people on your way!” Chen Fan’s voice, filled with killing intent, echoed, causing their hair to stand on end.

A knight charged toward Chen Fan and roared, “Boss, quickly run! We’ll hold him back!”

They finally understood the truth. They were utterly no match for Chen Fan. Even their leader could only endure a one-sided beating.

Puchi!

Before the knight could close the distance, Chen Fan slapped him apart, smashing his body into a mist of blood. Countless Immortal King laws spilled out, which Chen Fan refined on the spot.

“Boss, quickly run!” Another knight charged forward fearlessly, hoping to fight for a chance of survival for his commander.

Poof!

Chen Fan’s sword pierced straight through him, extinguishing all vitality in an instant.

“Boss, quickly run! Remember to avenge us!”

A third knight charged forward, emanating a destructive aura. He was planning on self-detonating.

“Revenge? You won’t get revenge! None of you will leave alive! Self-detonating? Are you even qualified to self-detonate in front of me?”

His figure flickered. In the next breath, he reappeared, crushing the knight’s skull with one hand.

“

Ahhh

, Chen Fan, you bastard! This feud is unforgivable! Our Apex Mystic Sect will never let you off!” The commander of the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Knights let out a heart-wrenching roar of fury as he watched his men die tragically, his eyes bulging with rage.

“Hahahaha, let them come, then.” Chen Fan sneered coldly and crushed the last remaining knight charging at him. Only the commander remained.

Knowing escape was impossible, the leader charged forward with the resolve to perish together.

Bang!

He rushed in fiercely, yet flew back even faster, spewing fresh blood continuously.

Chen Fan stepped forward and gave chase, arriving in front of the commander and grabbed out, crushing him into a mist of blood. He then swept up the quasi-emperor laws and all the spoils left behind.

Witnessing the annihilation of the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Knights, the crowd nearly fell deadly silent in fear. Yet they had been annihilated. How horrifying was Chen Fan’s strength?

Chen Fan ignored the stunned crowd. He went up to Qing Chan, glanced at Sun Ziyang and said, “Don’t worry, he won’t die.”

“Thank you for your great kindness, Big Brother Chen Fan.”

Qing Chan looked at Chen Fan. Her gaze had stabilized noticeably, as if she had matured overnight.

“No need for thanks. This happened because of me. I dragged you all into it.” Chen Fan said, “I found many numbered tokens on them. Enough to put us in the top ten.”

Rumble!

Suddenly, a loud boom erupted from heaven and earth. The entire tenth realm shook violently as if the world were overturned.

“What’s happening?”

“Are cultivators from other realms descending already? How could it be so fast?”

The intense commotion startled everyone within the tenth realm at once. Everyone looked up into the sky.

Chen Fan was no exception. The bright sky darkened abruptly, heavy with the sense of impending catastrophe.

“

Gagaga

!” A shrill, piercing laughter echoed. “So, this is the Heavenly Realm. Good, good, good. Such fresh air, so many delicious foods. My minions, attack! Charge into the Heavenly Realm!”

“Charge!”

“

Gege, gegege

, I will eat a hundred human Immortal Kings.”

Countless demon experts appeared in the sky, charging forth.

It was not cultivators from other realms. It was the Demon Realm army, breaking through the Demon Realm Passageway, launching a full-scale invasion of the Heavenly Realm.