Chapter 1671 - Contact Battle, Quasi-Emperor Realm

The Thirteen Iron-Blooded Knights seemed to be targeting Chen Fan specifically. The bulk of their power surged toward him, thirteen strands of Dao comprehension converging into a crushing tide. Ju Ye was caught in the spillover and quickly found himself struggling to maintain balance.

Suddenly, a powerful, crowned deity manifested in the void and charged into the blood-soaked battlefield of the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Knights. A colossal hand swept down again and again, seizing entire formations and crushing them into bloody mist.

Chen Fan had struck. With his arrival, the pressure on Ju Ye vanished. His footing stabilized almost immediately.

In this area, only Chen Fan and Ju Ye could meaningfully resist the advance of the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Knights. Everyone else was little more than collateral.

The knights seemed to have steeled their hearts to get rid of more people, and their methods were even more vicious. The comprehension of the great Dao was the very foundation of a martial artist. Once shattered, regression was inevitable. For cultivators, there was no cruelty more absolute.

Many couldn’t resist the expansion of the knights. Their Dao image was broken, and they spewed fresh blood. In mere moments, over a hundred people were eliminated.

Panic spread. The remaining contestants hastily joined forces. Though none possessed Chen Fan’s depth of comprehension, they were far from weak. With sheer numbers and coordination, they barely managed to hold back the encroaching Dao domain.

Most importantly, the knights directed most of their power toward Chen Fan, especially the commander.

Yet Chen Fan stood firm, unmoved. Like a reef buried deep beneath the sea, he remained utterly unshaken regardless of how violently the tides crashed.

The image of iron-blooded conquest unfurled. Thousands of spectral soldiers charged, their roars shaking the heavens.

Chen Fan smiled faintly, unfazed in the face of such an oppressive force. The deity, born of his great Dao comprehension, moved, destroying the world with kicks and punches. The huge army wailed in agony.

Attempting to suppress Chen Fan with Dao comprehension alone was nothing short of delusion.

The commander of the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Knights finally realized that Chen Fan’s comprehension of the great Dao far exceeded their expectations. With a furious roar, he poured every fragment of his comprehension into the assault.

“

Haa

!”

The thirteen knights charged forth like an army. Heaven and earth boiled over as everyone present shifted their gazes toward the clash between the two. Only the slovenly man walked in unhurriedly.

“You, pass.”

“You, fail.”

“Fail.”

“Pass.”

......

Each judgment was delivered with a glance. Those who passed erupted with joy. Those who failed collapsed in despair. His pace never slowed. In moments, more than half the contestants had been assessed.

Chen Fan and the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Knights continued their clash overhead, but the slovenly man did not spare them a second look. It was unclear whether he failed to notice them or simply did not care.

Rumble!

The thirteen knights charged forward. In the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of Chen Fan with an incomparably terrifying momentum to unleash a massacre.

The deity of Chen Fan’s great Dao unleashed an iron fist. The divine fist struck like a falling star. Steel resolve met overwhelming force.

“

Ah

!” A scream tore through the air.

Chen Fan had severely damaged the great Dao of a knight, making him bleed from his seven orifices.

“Iron-blooded knight? What dogshit! You’re nothing special,” Chen Fan sneered coldly. Under his control, the divine fist illuminated the world with an overwhelming might like a hegemon, causing heaven and earth to rumble.

The other knights’ expressions changed drastically as they were forced to resist with all their might.

The slovenly man finally walked up to Chen Fan. He glanced and said, “You, pass.”

Chen Fan immediately withdrew his Dao. The Thirteen Iron-Blooded Knights retracted the blood-colored battlefield resentfully, as there was no meaning in continuing further.

Soon, the second test concluded.

Two to three hundred people were further eliminated at this stage, leaving only seven to eight hundred people.

“What problem is there with our comprehension of the great Dao? Why did they pass but not us?” someone demanded.

A cold voice answered, “Because your Dao barely matches your cultivation. Mediocrity has no place here. Their comprehension isn’t just a tiny bit more profound than yours.”

The faces of those who were eliminated turned ashen, but they couldn’t utter a word and left resentfully.

“Very good, you have passed the first two tests and earned the qualifications to enter the tenth realm. Keep it up.”

The slovenly man didn’t waste any time, stepped into the air, and soared into the sky. He formed several hand seals in succession. The heavens shook harder with each motion.

A massive door emerged from the void, prying open as torrents of primeval qi poured forth. Before it fully opened, a streak of light shot inside. It was that young master in his mid-twenties. Immediately afterward, an astonishing streak of sword light rose to the sky. Looking carefully, the female sword user in green had already vanished without a trace.

Streams of light followed one after another.

“Chen Fan,” the knight commander snarled as he entered, “this will be your grave. Come if you dare.”

The leader of the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Knights charged in after leaving those words behind.

Chen Fan offered no reply. He entered the tenth realm along with Sun Ziyang, Qing Chan, and the others.

......

The tenth realm stretched endlessly like it was a real world.

Towering mountains pierced the sky. Dense forests blanketed the land. Streams whispered through the valleys.

Within a secluded mountain range, every nearby demon beast had already been wiped out. Sun Ziyang and Qing Chan sat cross-legged on a rock. Law power flowed around them. After a long time, the two finally ended their training.

Qing Chan gazed at the green figure within the cave and said somewhat dispiritedly, “How much longer will he stay like this?”

“Secluded cultivation always takes time,” Sun Ziyang replied.

After entering the tenth realm, Chen Fan immediately went into seclusion, striving to break through to the Quasi-Emperor realm. His cultivation had long reached the peak of the top-level Immortal King realm, and he was ready to advance into the Quasi-Emperor realm, just a final step away.

“Why hasn’t Senior Brother Qin Fan returned yet? Do you think something happened?”

“It’s unlikely,” Sun Ziyang answered, though his tone lacked certainty. “He was only scouting.”

They remained hidden to avoid the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Knights.

After entering the tenth realm, the knights quickly established themselves as the strongest force and searched everywhere for Chen Fan. Though Sun Ziyang and the others were not their primary targets, they were branded accomplices.

Moreover, none of them would have passed without Chen Fan. Whether by reason or loyalty, staying with him was the only option.

Rumble!

Suddenly, rumbling noises rang out in the sky. It sounded terrifying, like thunderous explosions had occurred.

“Not good!” Sun Ziyang immediately cried out.

Sure enough, thirteen figures appeared in the sky before them. Leading them was none other than their commander. He carried a spear in his hand, and hanging on its tip was Qin Fan, who had gone out to scout.

“Junior Brother Qin!”

Sun Ziyang shot up to his feet, his eyes wide in disbelief. The enemy had ultimately found them.

“Senior Brother Qin!” Qing Chan shrieked.

“Hahaha,” the leader laughed. “This one held his tongue until death. Luckily, we have a secret art to track him down, or they’ll really escape our grasp.”

“Today, Chen Fan dies,” another knight snarled. “He damaged my Dao. Only his death will suffice.”

The knights’ arrogant laughter echoed in the sky.

Sun Ziyang reacted to the situation instantly and said, “Qing Chan, quickly run. I’ll hold them back.”

The three sibling disciples had a very deep bond. Otherwise, Qin Fan wouldn’t have refused to reveal their location until his last breath, and Sun Ziyang’s first instinct was to let Qing Chan escape.

Chen Fan was their pillar, but he was still in his seclusion and couldn’t come out to battle. So, their best option right now was to let Qing Chan escape.

“Senior Brothe—”

“Go!” Sun Ziyang roared. “Now!”

“Hahahaha, I found him. He’s indeed here. I see Chen Fan. He’s in seclusion right now. Heaven itself favors us. He’s done for.”

Sun Ziyang soared into the sky. His figure trembled, unleashing a surge of condensed law power. A deadly force erupted as a punch blasted out. A stream of fist force streaked across the sky majestically, covering the sky and sweeping toward the knights.

“Hahaha, look, this brat is trying to stop us. Overestimating himself and attempting the impossible. How laughable. Brothers, tell him with your actions how foolish he is!”

One of the knights charged forth, sweeping out with an iron spear in hand and thrusting violently. He manifested a blood-colored battlefield, and the spear pierced through him, leaving a gaping wound.

The difference in their strength was too great. It was like heaven and earth.

“Quickly run! Qing Chan, run!” shouted the severely injured Sun Ziyang at Qing Chan.

“Senior Brother!”

“Thinking of running? None of you will escape today.” The knight smiled coldly and sent a large hand to grab Qing Chan, “Little beauty, come to me. We will love you!”

Just as Qing Chan was about to be captured, a mighty Quasi-Emperor realm aura came from the cavern. Then, a sharp sword light swept out, shattering the large hand grabbing toward Qing Chan.

“Well,” Chen Fan said coldly, “I hadn’t planned on finding you so soon. Since you’re here, none of you is leaving.”

Chen Fan appeared, staring at the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Knights with an icy gaze.

Naturally, he saw Qin Fan lifted on the spear tip and the severely wounded Sun Ziyang. They had been dragged into this because of him.