Chapter 945 - Certain Death?

Rumble!

The air itself detonated with a deafening roar as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had split apart.

Even Chen Fan, hardened by countless battles, found himself momentarily dazed.

A suffocating sense of doom enveloped him. Chen Fan’s hair stood on end, his muscles tensed, and his mind trembled.

A demonic palm of utter darkness blotted out the sky. It pressed down with unrivaled might as if it could crush all existence.

The sheer power of this palm was beyond horrifying.

In its shadow, even Chen Fan felt like nothing more than an ant—utterly insignificant before a force capable of erasing him with a single slap.

All of this was a long story, but it happened in the blink of an eye in reality.

The second Chen Fan’s mind had relaxed, the demonic palm of darkness had struck. It was exquisite timing.

The demonic palm was too fast. By the time Chen Fan reacted, it was only thirty feet away from him.

It would hit him before he could even blink—it would be the death of him.

“No!” Chen Fan let out an earth-shaking furious roar.

He didn’t have the time to think; he instantly worked his Hegemonic Golden Body, Chaotic Heaven Demonic Art, and everything he had cultivated to their limits to resist this terrifying demonic palm of darkness.

However, the demonic palm of darkness was truly too terrifying.

The sharp, fierce sword qi erupting from his pores was crushed like tofu by the demonic palm of darkness.

He had also activated the city treasure he had obtained in the Sky Suspended Secret to protect him from the front. The demonic palm struck the treasure ferociously; a metallic clash echoed.

Clang!

Fortunately, the city treasure’s defensive power was astonishing, as it was an exceptional Grade-7 treasure. It was as tough as Chen Fan’s Hegemonic Golden Body, so it withstood the blow without shattering.

Even so, the force sent shockwaves through him. His protective true primeval fell apart like a block of tofu, and even his inner armor shattered.

Chen Fan spewed out a large mouthful of fresh blood before plummeting like a cannonball.

Rumble!

An earth-shaking rumble rang out. The entire Xuan Ting Demonic Island shook violently as if an earthquake had occurred.

The demonic palm of darkness seemingly wouldn’t stop until it had turned Chen Fan into a meat paste. After smacking the city treasure flying, it continued its descent toward Chen Fan, collapsing a large area of air.

Swish!

At the last moment, golden light streaked from the ruins—Chen Fan had escaped!

Boom!

The demonic palm slammed into the ground, splitting it like a spider web. The entire island trembled again as nearby buildings crumbled.

A light exclamation rang out—someone was surprised Chen Fan had survived.

“

Hmm

?”

Chen Fan staggered into the air, hunched over and coughing uncontrollably. He spat out fresh blood, but his fierce gaze forward as he growled coldly, “Who? Who is it? Come out here!”

Just then, a voice rang out.

“How surprising.”

A figure appeared in the air, enveloped in black robes and wearing a green mask with fangs.

“Who are you?”

Chen Fan’s pupils shrank violently the moment he saw him. An overwhelming sense of danger surged through him—this was a terrifying powerhouse, a ninth-level Manifestation realm!

He was incredibly shocked inside. Was he also from the Ye Clan?

How could that be possible?

If the Ye Clan had such a terrifying expert, how could they still be a mere third-rate clan?

“My identity is inconsequential. What’s important is that you will die today!” His tone was indifferent as if killing Chen Fan was effortless, hardly worth mentioning.

By now, Demon King Xuan Ting, Xuan Shitong, and the others had also come back to their senses. Their expressions changed drastically as they prepared to rush forward.

Chen Fan stopped them. “Don’t come here.”

Even he had barely survived that strike—what could they possibly do?

“You’re not from the Ye Clan?”

“Ye Clan?” The black-robed man laughed lightly. He shook his head and said, “No. What, did you think only the Ye Clan wants you dead?”

Chen Fan’s eyes shrank once more, and his mind spun rapidly, trying to figure out the identity of this person.

If not the Ye Clan, then who?

Who else had he formed a deep grudge with after coming to the Myriad Demon Islands?

His mind flickered through recent events like a fleeting glance at the flowers on horseback. The most likely suspects were the Ye Clan, as he had killed Ye Zimo in the Sky Suspended Secret Realm.

“Could he be from another clan whose young patriarch died by my hands there? Right, could it be that Guan Clan?”

Chen Fan suddenly thought of the Guan Clan.

When fighting for the Heavenly Soul Holy Spring, an unexpected turn of events in the secret room led to Guan Wei’s death. Though Chen Fan hadn’t struck the killing blow, he couldn’t deny his involvement.

After all, he had sent Guan Wei flying to the back of the crowd with a palm strike, who was then killed by the jiangshi.

Strictly speaking, Guan Wei’s death was indirectly his doing.

Moreover, the Guan Clan was much stronger compared to the Ye Clan. They were a quasi-first-rate clan across the entire Ping Shan Demonic Domain. It was not surprising that they had ninth-level Manifestation realm experts in their clan.

Furthermore, the attacker wore a mask and did not dare to show his true appearance. He was trying to hide his identity. If his identity was exposed, it would be very troublesome to the Guan Clan.

Chen Fan was nearly certain—the black-robed man was an expert from the Guan Clan.

“Alright, no need to think so hard to figure out my identity. Why does a dead man need to know so much? I’ll send you on your way right now. In your next life, remember—there are some people you can’t afford to offend."

Before his voice faded, this black-robed man struck once more.

Overwhelming demonic might blossomed, covering the sky.

A terrifying ninth-level Manifestation realm aura swept across Xuan Ting Demonic Island like a storm. Under its pressure, the entire island trembled—its inhabitants shuddering as if facing divine wrath.

“Die!”

The black-robed man struck at Chen Fan across the air. The space shook and distorted violently. A terrifying demonic hand manifested, swiping toward Chen Fan.

No matter how many methods Chen Fan had—this strike meant certain death!