Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 941 - Blowing Them Up

“Patriarch, High Elder, save us!” shouted several Ye Clan experts out loud, their expressions filled with horror.

It hadn’t been easy for them to cultivate to this level. In the entire Ye Clan, they were the highest authority, able to decide fates with a single word. They were accustomed to superiority.

They had always been the ones to kill others; today, the tables had turned.

“Save you? How can they when they can’t even save themselves? Just die. Blame your fate for being born into the Ye Clan. Getting killed is simply your just dessert.” Chen Fan showed them no mercy. Before his voice faded, a streak of Green Lotus Sword Qi swept out.

Their treasures shattered like tofu, unable to stop Chen Fan’s attack. In the next instant, they were obliterated. In their final moments, their eyes reflected disbelief.

They had thought destroying a mere Xuan Ting Demonic Island would be easy—only to find it their grave.

“How terrifying. This is too terrifying. Chen Fan is like a killing god. My god, it’s no wonder he could become a demonic child candidate. If he can’t get it, who can?”

“I know, right? He’s too monstrous. He is only at the third level but even those at the peak of the sixth level like Ye Xi and Ye Lianheng are no match for him. They spat blood after his attack. He’s terrifying."

"I wonder what legacy he found on the demonic mountain. Given his talent, it’s surely extraordinary."

“You’re just stating the obvious. If he obtained some ordinary legacy, would he possess such terrifying strength?”

“Looks like our crisis is over. Now, it’s the Ye Clan and Huyan Demon Sect’s turn to fear.”

“Brothers and sisters, we can’t just watch. Keep an eye on the Ye Clan and the Huyan Demon Sect’s people. Don’t let them escape.”

“That’s right. My father died at the Ye Clan’s hands. I must kill someone from the Ye Clan for revenge!”

“My eldest brother was killed by someone from the Huyan Demon Sect. I will kill two of them for revenge!”

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“Revenge! Revenge!”

The people of Xuan Ting Demonic Island were fired up, their cold glares fixed on the Ye Clan and the Huyan Demon Sect incomparably icily. They made no attempts to conceal their killing intent at all.

Those ordinary Ye Clan members and Huyan Demon Sect’s people felt as if ferocious beasts were targeting them. Looks of horror appeared on their faces.

Moments ago, they had seen these people as nothing more than pigs and dogs to slaughter at will. But now, their roles had reversed—they were the prey.

All of this was because of Chen Fan.

The Ye Clan members and the Huyan Demon Sect’s people believed that once Ye Xi and the others were dead, their fates were sealed.

Now, all they could do was pray that Ye Xi and the others could kill Chen Fan.

Demon King Xuan Ting and the others were also stunned.

He and the Four Great Demon Lords were prepared to support Chen Fan. However, seeing him killing Manifestation realm experts like he was mowing grass, they all smiled bitterly inside.

They had been overly sentimental—Chen Fan didn’t need their support at all. Even if they went up, he would be thankful if they didn’t add to his troubles.

“Ah!” A miserable scream rang out. Another early-stage, sixth-level Manifestation realm expert from the Ye Clan was cut in half by Chen Fan. Fresh blood spurted into the air.

This was the second sixth-level Manifestation realm expert to fall.

Chen Fan was like a tiger descending from the mountain, fearless and unrestrained. His attackers couldn’t even scratch his Hegemonic Golden Body.

“You’re courting death!” Ye Xi and Ye Lianheng roared, resembling two enraged ferocious beasts. Their peak sixth-level Manifestation realm cultivation was put on full display as they rushed toward Chen Fan with unmatched ferocity.

“No need to be in such a hurry, you two. I’ll deal with you after I’m done with the others. You love bathing demonic islands in blood, don’t you? When you’re all dead, I’ll make a trip to the Ping Shan Demonic Island and wipe out your Ye Clan, washing it with blood and leaving no one alive!”

A streak of Lotus Heart Sword Qi shot out from Chen Fan. It tore through space, forcing Ye Xi and Ye Lianheng back.

The Lotus Heart Sword Qi was more than twice as strong as the Green Lotus Sword Qi.

Ye Xi and Ye Lianheng could not withstand it and were sent flying from the slash again, spewing blood. They could only watch helplessly as Chen Fan killed the Ye Clan’s Manifestation realm experts as he wished.

“How is this possible? How is he this strong!” Ye Lianheng and Ye Xi roared furiously with indignity. They were crying tears of blood in their hearts.

These people had been the pillars of the Ye Clan, yet now they were slaughtered by Chen Fan like pigs and dogs, powerless to stop him.

A surge of regret welled up in their hearts.

If they had known Chen Fan was this powerful, they would never have sought revenge.

Now, their entire clan was dragged into this mess, unable to escape.

They couldn’t help but think about their clan’s future—if Chen Fan truly wiped them out and then turned to the Ping Shan Demonic Island to massacre their people, what would be left of the Ye Clan?

Do the heavens really want their Ye Clan dead?

“Patriarch, save me, save me!”

Chen Fan arrived in front of the third sixth-level Manifestation realm expert from the Ye Clan. He was a tall and sturdy middle-aged man.

In an instant, Chen Fan’s palm descended, collapsing the heavens. Ye Qian’s soul left him, filled with despair as he roared out loud.

However, Ye Xi and Ye Lianheng couldn’t save him.

“Ahhh, Ye Xi, fuck your ancestors! So be it if your loser of a son died, but you had to bring down the entire Ye Clan for your selfish desire. You deserve a thousand deaths for your sins, a thousand deaths!”

Before he died, Ye Qian let out a furious roar of indignity.

Whose fault was it for everything?

They wouldn’t have died if Ye Xi hadn’t stubbornly pursued revenge for Ye Zimo.

All of this was Ye Xi’s fault!

Hearing Ye Qian’s angry curses, Ye Xi was also taken aback and was at a loss for words.

What could he say?

Curse him back?

What qualifications did he have to curse him?

“Ah!” A scream echoed as Ye Qian was smashed into a bloody pulp with a single palm strike.

“Another one died!”

Demon King Xuan Ting and the others watched as another sixth-level Manifestation realm expert perished at Chen Fan’s hands, feeling a chill running down their spines.

Of the more than twenty Manifestation realm experts, including six sixth-level ones, five from the Ye Clan—excluding Huyan He—had already been killed by Chen Fan, leaving only Ye Xi and Ye Lianheng.

Not only that, half of the Ye Clan’s close to twenty Manifestation realm experts had perished at this point. Their losses were immense.

Huyan He and the Four Great Demon Lords under him were trembling, their legs as limp as noodles.

They watched as Chen Fan displayed his godly might, killing people like mowing grass, nearly suffocating under Chen Fan’s terrifying aura.

Since when did Manifestation realm experts like them become so weak?