Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 1023 - Breakthrough, Seventh-Level Manifestation

“Is he dead?”

High in the sky, Beishan Hong hovered like a deity, his sharp gaze sweeping the earth below.

He sensed nothing. No trace of Chen Fan’s vitality.

A cold smile tugged at his lips—Chen Fan was dead.

Beishan Hong sighed in his heart. He had thought he could get rid of Chen Fan with a simple wave of his hand. Yet, the fight had forced him to unleash the full might of his Solar Sacred Body just to ensure victory.

A victory, yes. But also a loss.

Shaking off the thought, he straightened, his expression regaining its arrogance. Everything was over.

The winner was the king, and the loser was a thief. Today, he is the winner, the king.

No matter how monstrous Chen Fan had been, no matter how defiant his talent, in the end, he still died at Beishan Hong’s hands.

And the world agreed.

Everyone else observing the battle also thought so, as there were no signs of life beneath the rubble.

This meant that Chen Fan had died. His corpse was buried under the endless rubble.

The crowd sighed with regret.

Chen Fan’s strength was truly heaven-defying. Despite his cultivation being so much lower than Beishan Hong’s, he still forced the latter into using the power of his Solar Sacred Body.

If Chen Fan had been at the same level as Beishan Hong... even with the Solar Sacred Body, would Beishan Hong have stood a chance?

Beishan Hong was already monstrous enough, but Chen Fan was really a monster among monsters. If he had survived, his future would have been limitless.

Many people felt pity in their hearts. Such a monstrous genius had perished just like that. How unfortunate.

Even so, the crowd could not say anything.

Chen Fan had only himself to blame. He had overestimated his strength and walked willingly to his death.

“No! Impossible!”

Qin Yao’s face paled in an instant. She shook her head continuously as if she couldn’t believe this was the truth.

Memories flashed before her eyes—fragments of their past. The short-lived, beautiful memories moved continuously. Her heart clenched in unbearable pain.

Her tears fell like rain.

She felt incredibly remorseful. Remorseful for the fact that she was useless. If only she had been stronger. If only she had stopped him. She should have forced him to leave, even if it meant using cruel words to drive him away.

Anything would have been better than this.

However, it was all too late now. There was no turning back.

Chen Fan had died!

Huang Wuji, Zhuge Qingfeng, and the others’ faces were also similarly pale.

Even Lin Xian’er’s complexion paled in an instant, staring blankly in disbelief.

“He died?” she muttered, an indescribable pain piercing her heart—deep into her marrow, straight to her soul.

“Why does my heart hurt so much?” Lin Xian’er asked herself softly and couldn’t help but reveal a hint of pain on her face.

Chen Fan’s death felt like losing an irreplaceable treasure.

“Junior Brother!”

“Little Junior Brother!”

Huang Wuji and the others reeled in shock. Their figures blurred as they rushed forward, refusing to believe Chen Fan was truly gone.

Suddenly, a figure rushed out from the rubble.

Boom!

A figure shot out from the rubble like an arrow, soaring a hundred thousand feet into the sky.

“What? He’s actually alive!”

Beishan Hong’s face suddenly changed, revealing a look of disbelief. This figure was none other than Chen Fan, who should have been dead.

However, his condition was dire—his hair disheveled, his chest caved in, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

“Cough, cough.” Chen Fan couldn’t help but cough twice, spitting out two mouthfuls of fresh blood.

He had received considerable internal injuries. His internal organs had shifted positions and ruptured, and several of his ribs were broken.

Beishan Hong’s earlier strike had been overwhelming, nearly fatal. But in the end, he endured.

Below, countless onlookers froze in shock before breaking into an uproar.

Countless murmurs spread as shockwaves rippled through the crowd.

“Heavens, Chen Fan is actually alive!”

“He’s not dead? Is he human or a ghost?”

“That attack could’ve killed even a peak Manifestation realm expert instantly if they were struck squarely, yet he is alive! My god, this is unbelievable.”

“Is he really only in the sixth level?”

Chen Fan had shattered their understanding of reality time and again, leaving them utterly shaken.

“This is great, this is great. Little Junior Brother didn’t die, he’s still alive!” Zhuge Mingyue immediately wept from joy at the sight.

Huang Wuji and the others exhaled heavily, as if a taut string in their hearts had finally snapped.

“He’s alive, he’s alive...” Qin Yao murmured in a daze.

“He’s still alive. He didn’t die, this is great!” Lin Xian’er also breathed a sigh of relief. Her face bloomed into a radiant smile that outshone even the flowers.

Even the gazes of the behemoths, Ji Huang and Beishan Ling, narrowed.

High up in the sky, Chen Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smirked at Beishan Hong. “I have to say, I really have to thank you. That strike shattered my cultivation barrier. All thanks to you, I’ve broken through. You really are a nice guy!”

As his words rang out, his aura suddenly soared in an instant, surging violently.

For the past three months, he had been comprehending the power of laws while refining his cultivation.

He had already reached the peak of the sixth-level Manifestation realm but had failed over ten times to break into the seventh level.

However, with life and death hanging in the balance, he had finally shattered the barrier—with Beishan Hong’s help, no less.

His accumulations had become incomparably deep over the past three months, yet the breakthrough remained elusive. Now, with the shackles broken, his aura surged out like the Yangtze River, rumbling continuously.

The eyes of the crowd below shrank violently.

“What? He broke through!”

No one expected him to survive that devastating strike, let alone advance on the spot.

A terrifying aura swept out from Chen Fan, forming a terrifying storm.

Boom, boom, boom!

Countless primeval stones burst open and rushed into him. His aura reached the seventh-level Manifestation realm in the blink of an eye.

Following the breakthrough in his cultivation, his injuries also healed rapidly. Though not fully recovered, they were no longer a concern.

Chen Fan broke through to the seventh-level Manifestation realm in a matter of moments, his aura magnificent.

Power surged through him, boundless and overwhelming—Chen Fan couldn’t hold back a roar.

“Hahahaha, Beishan Hong, the battle between us has only just begun!”

Chen Fan gazed fiercely at Beishan Hong, overflowing with killing intent.

Beishan Hong’s expression was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Even after using his Solar Sacred Body, not only had he failed to kill Chen Fan, but he had also helped him break through.

Terrifying killing intent swept out from Beishan Hong, freezing the sky. Those who felt it shuddered involuntarily.

“Hmph! You survived by sheer luck and dare to act arrogant?! You think advancing to the seventh level will save you? How naïve! Fine, fine, I’ll just kill you one more time!”

With that, a terrifying aura erupted, crashing toward Chen Fan like a tidal wave.