Chapter 834 - Chen Fan, First Demon General

“Ancient God Arm!”

A figure materialized behind him—standing tall, radiating a godly might. The figure slowly raised its arm and struck forward.

Rumble!

It felt as though space itself shattered. Winds howled, clouds churned, and the air surged like a tidal wave.

A thick arm seemed to descend through space-time, wrapped in power to split heaven and earth apart. It was falling on Chen Fan to annihilate him.

Ancient God Arm—the power of the ancient god king’s arm!

An unimaginable, oppressive force descended on Chen Fan, making his protective true primeval explode. He staggered backward, his body slightly bent under the force.

This scene caused everyone’s hearts to tremble.

The first demon general was, after all, the strongest demon general. Who could resist his overwhelming might!

A luster flashed across the princess’ beautiful eyes, watching the battlefield.

Yan Shuiyi looked over, thinking that Chen Fan still couldn’t match the first demon general.

“What a terrifying attack. My god, I feel like a real god king is punching down and shattering the earth.”

“Frightening, too frightening! As expected of the first demon general. No one can shake his position.”

“Chen Fan is in for a bad time now.”

“That’s right. He’s enraged the first demon general, and even if he survives, he’ll be crippled. What a pity. He was such a monstrous genius.”

Seeing the devastating power of the attack, the crowd trembled in fear. If they were the ones facing it, there was no doubt they’d be obliterated.

Boom, boom, boom...

The Ancient God Arm blasted over shaking heaven and earth as if a celestial army roared in unison. The sheer power made the very fabric of the world tremble with great momentum.

Chen Fan let out a low grunt, feeling the terrifying force of the first demon general's attack.

Even so, under this terrifying pressure, he stood up straight again. The crowd looked at him in shock, wondering exactly how powerful his physique was.

“This just got interesting,” Chen Fan said, a smile forming on his face as he eyed Tu Shan. “Your strongest move, right? Not bad, not bad at all. You can defeat or even kill a newbie first-level Manifestation realm expert. But it’s really a pity you ran into me today. Your legend ends here. This show is over.”

His words sent a shockwave through the crowd.

Could this guy become even stronger?

Was he acting tough?

Or could Chen Fan really become even stronger?

Boom, boom, boom...

In the next second, Chen Fan unraveled the mystery.

A terrifying demonic might suddenly rippled around him, and the golden light around him dimmed. His entire form turned dark golden, exuding an aura so powerful it drained the color from heaven and earth.

Sensing the aura emanating from Chen Fan, everyone was incomparably astounded.

Just the aura he was emitting made them feel suffocated.

Thump!

Chen Fan stepped forward fiercely, crossing space-time like a demon god, and appeared under the Ancient God Arm.

“Ancient God Arm?”

The oppressive force made Chen Fan’s long hair flutter wildly and his clothes clatter loudly.

He raised his fist. Compared to the Ancient God Arm, his fist was like an egg.

“Shatter!” Chen Fan spat out a single word. His body tensed like a drawn bow, and his arm shot forward like an unleashed arrow. His punch buzzed through the air as it smashed toward the Ancient God Arm.

Rumble!

A punch was thrown, shocking heaven and earth.

Amidst the crowd’s horrified gazes, Chen Fan’s punch collided with the Ancient God Arm.

The collision was almost anticlimactic—no deafening explosion, just an eerie silence, like an ordinary impact.

For a moment, the Ancient God Arm and Chen Fan’s fist were locked in place.

No one dared to even breathe. Wide-eyed, they stared at the battlefield, waiting to see what would happen.

Crack, crack. Crack, crack, crack...

The faint sound of cracking broke the tension like a needle pricking their nerves. The sight that followed left them in stunned silence.

Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack...

Cracks webbed across the Ancient God Arm, spreading rapidly like a porcelain vase breaking apart.

Poof.

With a soft, almost anticlimactic sound, the Ancient God Arm—once a symbol of ultimate destruction—crumbled into dust.

The crowd felt as if their souls had dissipated, and their minds went blank.

Chen Fan’s voice cut through the stunned silence.

“It’s over.”

He shot forth violently, appearing in front of the first demon general, and punched Tu Shan in the chest.

Boom.

A terrifying power instantly erupted and swept out. Tu Shan’s defenses shattered instantly—his protective true primeval crumbled, leaving him utterly exposed.

Like a meteor, he plummeted to the ground.

Rumble!

The buildings within five kilometers shook violently as if struck by an earthquake, leaving the battlefield in chaos.

The winner was decided in an instant.

A massive crater scarred the earth, and within it lay the first demon general, his once-mighty golden armor destroyed, his body drenched in blood.

A person stood in the void like an unparalleled battle god, unexcelled in the world—Chen Fan.

Third Demon General Chen Fan was the real battle god, a demon god. No longer the third—he was now the first demon general.

The once-undefeated Tu Shan had fallen.

The void was silent Even the soldiers of the first demon general’s army were mute, paralyzed by disbelief. Their invincible commander—defeated.

The myth of Tu Shan was broken, and his legend of invincibility was rewritten.

And the one who stood triumphant in the void, rewriting history, was Chen Fan. He had only recently stepped into the demon sect, but he had claimed the highest seat of power among the generals in record time.

The other demon generals looked up at him, their gazes filled with awe and fear. His name echoed with newfound reverence—Chen Fan.

Strength had spoken, and respect had been earned.

“

Phew

...” Yan Shuiyi’s tense mind relaxed. She exhaled a breath, but her heart was far from calm. A storm of emotions surged within her.

Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined this outcome. Chen Fan had done the impossible—he had defeated the first demon genera.

Qi Xue was also speechless, her heart long since numb with shock.

This person was once her guardian.

The princess stood in the void, her beautiful eyes fixed on Chen Fan, now glimmering with an extraordinary light.

The power behind that final punch lingered in her mind—a single strike that obliterated the Ancient God Arm and dethroned the first demon general from his mythic pedestal.

Chen Fan was like a battle god, unparalleled in the world. It was like he could kill any gods and demons standing in his way.