Chapter 897 - Not Knowing Death

For martial artists accustomed to years of secluded cultivation, three months passed in the blink of an eye.

Following the appearance of the ten thrones, the atmosphere within the Sky Suspended Secret Realm reached a fever pitch.

Countless martial artists set off from all corners of the secret realm and came to the central area to observe the final stages of the Demonic Child Selection Battle—the fight for the ten thrones.

The ten thrones symbolized not only supreme glory but also a rosy future.

Sitting on one of the thrones meant becoming a demonic child candidate, earning the right to ascend the demonic mountain and compete for the legacy of the Lord of Myriad Demons.

On this final day, chaos reigned.

Boom, boom, boom!

Battles erupted like storms around the thrones. Top experts clashed fiercely, shaking heaven and earth. The sun dimmed, stars seemed to fall, and rivers of blood flowed.

Eight of the ten thrones had already found their owners.

These seatholders were like monarchs reigning over the masses. In a manner of speaking, they were like deities, gazing down from their lofty positions, watching the desperate struggles below for the two remaining thrones.

Around the battlefield, dense clusters of martial artists filled the area, each finding their spot to watch the chaos unfold. Their murmurs and discussions created a low hum that permeated the air.

“What a terrifying battle, my god! Eight thrones have found their owners—all second-level Manifestation realm experts! This is too scary.”

“Hehe! A bunch of first-level Manifestation realm experts are fighting over the remaining two thrones. I think only those at the peak first-level Manifestation realm have any chance of getting a throne.”

“This is unbelievable. This Demonic Child Selection Battle has surpassed all the previous iterations. Too many Manifestation realm experts have appeared. Ordinary first-level Manifestation realm experts can only stand aside and watch.”

“I know, right? In the last few iterations, having first-level Manifestation realm cultivation was enough to overwhelm all and obtain the first throne. Heck, even peak, late-stage, half-step Manifestation realm experts could fight for a throne. But look now—would any late-stage half-step Manifestation realm expert dare to even make a move?”

“It really shows how extraordinary this generation is. Outstanding talents are everywhere. I wonder if it’s the same for the other demonic domains.”

“The Gu Clan truly lives up to their reputation as the number one clan in the Ping Shan Demonic Domain. Gu Ling, their successor, is not only pretty but also strong. She overwhelmed Cao Shi and got the first throne. Truly a woman who rivals even the strongest men!”

“Given her talent, she’ll undoubtedly pass the demonic mountain’s test, ascend its summit, and inherit the legacy of the Lord of Myriad Demons. After that, the Gu Clan will become even more powerful.”

On the fifth throne, Mu Tianfang’s sharp gaze swept across the battlefield. His brow furrowed slightly as he observed the ongoing carnage.

This was the last day, but he still couldn’t see Chen Fan there. Had he assumed wrong? Was Chen Fan not here to hunt him?

“Doesn’t matter. I must kill him to get rid of any future threats.”

Icy killing intent shot out from Mu Tianfang’s eyes. He would rather kill an innocent than let the target escape.

On a demonic peak, Ye Zimo stood with a group of experts from the Ye Clan, his sharp gaze fixed on the battlefield below. He also wanted to compete for a throne, but he knew that he didn’t have the strength to do so.

“Damn it, did that little bastard die? Why hasn’t he shown up yet!” Ye Zimo muttered under his breath, his thoughts shifting from the throne to his burning desire for revenge.

He hated Chen Fan with a passion. He had brought many Ye Clan experts here, all for the purpose of surrounding and killing Chen Fan, to avenge their grudge.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a sharp, thunderous sound split the air, like the roar of an unstoppable force. The sound overshadowed the noise of the people fighting fiercely below.

Numerous gazes immediately shot over. The crowd murmured, their eyes glinting with cold amusement.

“Damn, who is it? How arrogant.”

“That’s right, this is too arrogant. Is he planning to fight for a throne?”

“Hmph, what a joke. That’s only a peak Heavenly Star realm aura. Countless here can crush him with a slap.”

The crowd was sure that the newcomer was a reckless youth, daring to steal the limelight of those competing for the ten thrones. He must not know what death was.

With Chen Fan’s arrival, many icy gazes immediately fell on him.

“It’s him!”

“It’s him!”

In an instant, many of the surviving experts from the tomb recognized Chen Fan. They gasped in shock and disbelief, murmuring among themselves.

On the fifth throne, Mu Tianfang’s sharp eyes turned deadly, like two swords drawn and aimed directly at Chen Fan. The aura of killing intent surrounding him became suffocating.

He was just thinking about Chen Fan; to his surprise, he appeared the next second.

“He showed up, that little bastard finally showed up!”

Ye Zimo also caught sight of Chen Fan. A savage smile appeared on his face. His prey had finally appeared; he could finally take revenge.

When the others saw Chen Fan, all they could think about was the Heavenly Soul Holy Spring he had obtained in the tomb. Their gazes contained killing intent, sweeping out.

Ye Zimo couldn’t wait any longer. His icy and tyrannical voice immediately rang out, “Chen Fan, you little bastard, you have finally appeared. I’ve waited for you long, bastard! Hand over the Heavenly Soul Holy Spring, and I can give you a quick death. This isn’t something you can lay your hands on!”

He had long since been drooling over the Heavenly Soul Holy Spring.

This was a treasure that could help him condense his Martial Soul and break through to the Manifestation realm. It was much more important than anything else.

Since hearing about it, he had searched high and low for Chen Fan, but his efforts were in vain. He had thought that Chen Fan had died somewhere; unexpectedly, he actually appeared on the last day.

Chen Fan looked over and saw Ye Zimo’s arrogant face, flanked by the Ye Clan’s experts, all wearing savage smiles full of malice.

“Yo, it’s Young Master Ye. What, does your face not hurt anymore?”

Chen Fan swept a glance at the two big men on Ye Zimo’s left and right. Two early-stage, first-level Manifestation realm experts. It was no wonder Ye Zimo became so arrogant. He had come prepared.

“You damned bastard, I couldn’t lay a finger on you outside; here, life and death are in the hands of fate. No one can protect you. Did you think you could keep acting without fear? Just you wait. When I capture you, I’ll slap your face until it rots!” Ye Zimo said with overflowing hatred, his eyes filled with bitter resentment.

The humiliation of being slapped and sent flying by Chen Fan was the deepest wound to his pride. He hadn’t stopped thinking about revenge since; at last, he had a chance to make Chen Fan suffer.