Chapter 359 - Resolving the Crisis

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Haaa

...” Nangong Baxiong let out a light sigh from a rooftop as he witnessed Chen Zhengqing's life hanging by a thread. Just as he was about to rescue him, a piercing sound tore through the sky from the western part of Watermoon City.

Crackle!

Chi, chi. Chi, chi, chi...

An iron spear, spinning with terrifying rotational force, shot through the air as swiftly and ferociously as a thunderbolt. It was wrapped in power that could tear the sky and split the earth.

“What?”

Zhao Kun suddenly felt like death itself had locked onto him. Forget about killing Chen Zhengqing; he was more worried about falling into hell now.

He raised his head and saw an iron spear darting toward him; it had horrifying destructive power.

Its aura left him—an expert at the seventh level—trembling with fear.

“This...” This sudden turn of events sent chills down Zhao Kun's spine. He had no time to ponder and pushed his cultivation to the limits. Primeval force rushed out, condensing into a thunderous shield before him.

Unfortunately, the shield was like a block of melting butter before a hot knife. The iron spear destroyed it instantly and continued toward Zhao Kun.

Boom, tch!

Death stood before him now. His pupils shrank violently as the iron spear shot toward him with terrifying force, threatening to drag him into the deep abyss. He roared, "No!”

Alas, it was futile.

The primeval protective force around him tore apart like paper as the iron spear pierced through, nailing him to the ground with a boom.

The entire battlefield fell silent at once.

Even Zhao Hong, Zhao Lei, and the others could not react to the sudden turn of events.

By the time they snapped back to their senses, Zhao Kun—an expert at the seventh level of the Yuanfu realm—lay nailed to the ground by the iron spear, dead.

“Who is it?”

Nefarious qi immediately surged from Zhao Hong, Zhao Lei, and the others, reaching the skies. Their auras rolled, covering the sky and the sun. The hearts of everyone in Watermoon City tightened.

"Have you forgotten me so soon, Patriarch Zhao?" A faint laughter rang out. A figure appeared in the distance; as if shrinking the land into an inch, he appeared in the skies above the Chen Clan mansion next.

“Xiaofan!” Chen Zhengqing cried out in shock, recognizing the newcomer as Chen Fan.

He had thought that Chen Fan had met a tragic fate in the imperial city, so he didn’t expect him to appear here.

“You are...”

Zhao Hong didn't recognize Chen Fan since he wore a mask on both occasions when sneaking into the Zhao Clan mansion. That mask was lost when Chen Fan fell into the River of Rage.

“You’re that masked person who sneaked into our Zhao Clan twice!”

An incredibly fierce light suddenly shone in Zhao Hong’s pupils.

He had never seen Chen Fan’s face before, nor had he sensed his aura before. However, Chen Fan’s figure seemed strikingly similar to that person. Also, since Chen Fan had decided to show himself now, Zhao Hong was eighty to ninety percent sure of his guess.

“That’s right, it’s me. Why, you didn’t think I’d still be alive, did you? Is Zhao Tianjue that old coot here? It’s best if he’s here. I can also kill him, saving me a trip to the imperial city!"

Chen Fan stood proudly in the sky and grabbed at the empty air. Immediately, the iron spear flew into his hand. With a shake, he reduced Zhao Kun's corpse to minced meat.

His eyes were icy, filled with cold intent.

Chen Fan never imagined Zhao Hong would lead a group to Watermoon City and try to wipe out the Chen Clan. If he hadn't arrived in time, his father, Chen Zhengqing, would've fallen victim to their viciousness.

Glancing over, he saw many Chen Clan members had died tragically.

“Very well! Zhao Hong, all of you can forget about returning alive today!”

𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

A surge of shocking killing intent erupted from Chen Fan, sweeping the sun and the moon.

Everyone felt their hearts tremble.

Even Zhao Hong’s pupils contracted violently, and his heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t help but shriek, “Your cultivation... ninth level! How is that possible?!”

When Chen Fan was at the seventh level, he could already take on Zhao Hong. Now that his cultivation had skyrocketed to the ninth level, how was he supposed to fight him?!

“Run!” Zhao Hong roared with almost zero hesitation as he slashed at Chen Fan with a blade. Simultaneously, he sped off into the distance like a bolt of lightning.

“It’s no use. Since you’re here today, none of you can leave.”

Chen Fan pinched with his hand. That terrifying blade light that could kill an eighth-level Yuanfu realm expert shattered to bits with a bang.

Then, he grabbed at the empty air. Countless streaks of primeval force descended from the sky and shot toward Zhao Hong’s group like snakes.

As soon as Chen Fan moved, the surrounding air was torn apart by him as if it was as fragile as paper.

The crowd saw Chen Fan making a move in the air. Immediately, thousands of primeval force waves appeared like long rivers, surging.

“Ahhh...” The Zhao Clan members started screaming miserably.

Chen Fan’s move was like a large-scale attack. The primeval force waves shot out in all directions, aiming for the Zhao Clan members.

These primeval force waves were as bright as starlight. They were astoundingly heavy, and the rumbling impact cracked open the earth as they fell.

There were also long rivers of flame, ice, blades, and thunder. The thousands of variations of fierce attacks seemed like they had the power to destroy the world, all falling on the Zhao Clan members.

Except for high Yuanfu realm experts like Zhao Hong, Zhao Lei, and some others who managed to defend against this attack, the others were either killed or injured. Screams rang out endlessly, and fresh blood spattered everywhere.

The entire Watermoon City’s people sucked in a breath of cold air.

Hiss...

Chen Fan had killed off more than half of the Zhao Clan’s forces as soon as he made a move. Those in the third level or lower were powerless to resist the attack and died.

The crowd felt chills all over.

Who could defend against such an attack?

“Chen Fan, how terrifying! A single large area attack, and Yuanfu experts died like ants!”

"Heavens, I can't withstand even one such move."

"Terrifying, simply terrifying! Is Chen Fan a reincarnated immortal? His cultivation skyrocketed to the ninth level in only half a year. It's an inhuman feat."

“Is he still human?”

“The Chen Clan made it through this disaster.”

“......”

Many people’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Only half a year had passed. The speed at which Chen Fan increased his strength was like taking a rocket.

Moreover, once he struck, he instantaneously attacked everyone from the Zhao Clan. Those below the seventh level were all injured, and those below the third level were dead.

They had come with ferocious momentum, intent on wiping out the Chen Clan. However, the Zhao Clan members' eyes now flickered with fear, even Zhao Hong's.