Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 944 - Another Turn of Events

In a short period, Chen Fan had massacred more than twenty Manifestation realm experts, leaving only Ye Xi alive.

The entire space fell into an eerie silence.

Countless people’s faces were aghast, struggling to conceal their shock and horror.

They looked at him blankly, their eyeballs trembling violently.

Was he still human?

No!

Chen Fan wasn’t human—he was a god!

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He had killed Manifestation realm experts so effortlessly that some wondered if he had killed twenty rats. He just left the commander of those rats, Ye Xi, alive.

They felt as if they were dreaming a dream that they knew even in their dream was unreal.

“This... this...”

“My god, am I seeing things? Wait, am I even alive still?”

“He’s not human, he’s a god! He cut down over twenty Manifestation realm experts like he was harvesting cabbages! I have got goosebumps all over me. Since when did Manifestation realm experts become so weak?”

“Manifestation realm martial artists haven’t gone weak; that guy’s just a monster. He defies all ordinary standards—a peerless monster born once in ten thousand years!”

“He must be a heavenly god descended to the mortal world—or their reincarnation!”

“......”

Soon, the silence was broken with a burst of clamoring.

The ordinary descendants of the Ye Clan and the people of the Huyan Demon Sect shivered as if a basin of cold water had been poured over them.

How could this happen?

Why did things end up like this?

The outcome was nothing like what they had imagined.

They had expected to wipe out Xuan Ting Demonic Island effortlessly. But now, it felt like a tomb—one built for them.

Huyan Jun trembled in fear, his face drained of blood.

He had once fantasized about capturing Xuan Shitong, ruthlessly humiliating and ravaging her.

However, that dream lay in ruins. He could almost see the life-seizing sword hanging over his head, ready to strike.

“Ye Xi, it’s your turn.” Chen Fan looked at Ye Xi indifferently, his expression extremely calm, as if killing Manifestation realm experts was as routine as eating or drinking.

Ye Xi snapped back to reality, his body shaking—not from fear, but from rage.

Dead.

All Ye Clan’s Manifestation realm experts were dead, leaving him alone.

“You... How dare you!” He glared at Chen Fan, his voice trembling as he struggled to speak.

Chen Fan smiled, his face filled with mockery, and said, “And why wouldn’t I dare? Does your Ye Clan have a demon venerable-class expert or something?”

“Ahhh, I’m going to kill you! I’ll kill you!”

Ye Xi’s aura exploded as if he had gone mad, dragging his halberd and rushing toward Chen Fan vengefully.

“Kill me? Can you? You brought your people here to wipe out Xuan Ting Demonic Island—did you ever think things would end like this?

“You people act like overlords, expecting others to cower before you. You've long forgotten fear and respect, doing whatever you please. This outcome is your own doing!” Chen Fan said coldly. Simultaneously, he struck out fearlessly with the Heaven Piercing Spear.

A terrifying force blossomed, annihilating Ye Xi’s attack with unstoppable momentum and sending him flying.

Even Ye Lianheng after advancing to the seventh level couldn’t bring Chen Fan down, let alone Ye Xi, who was only at the peak of the sixth level.

Though just a step apart, the strength gap between the peak sixth-level and seventh-level Manifestation realm was vast—an insurmountable gulf.

“Save the nonsense. You slaughtered all my clan experts. Today, either you will die or I will. There’s nothing more to be said. You must die!” Ye Xi said with bloodshot eyes, his killing intent reaching the heavens.

He knew the Ye Clan was finished. Their Manifestation realm experts had been wiped out—he was the only one left.

Even if he killed Chen Fan, the decline of his clan was inevitable. But no matter the cost, even if it meant total annihilation, he had to take Chen Fan down.

At this moment, Ye Xi had become a crazed demon, willing to sacrifice everything for vengeance.

“Even if you cultivated for another century, you wouldn’t be able to kill me. Well, whatever, they’re all dead. How could you live alone? I shall send you on your way.”

Chen Fan’s figure flashed, arriving in front of Ye Xi with the power of adjudication radiating from him, suppressing the latter. He pushed Ye Xi back continuously, making him spew blood furiously.

“The situation is set! The situation is set!”

“That’s right! Not only did he ascend to the top of the demonic mountain, but he also obtained the legacy of the Adjudication Demon Palace Hall. Tsk tsk, unbelievable.”

“The power of adjudication rules the world, suppressing billions of demonic cultivators across the Myriad Demon Islands. Unless one inherits the legacy of the other eight ancient demon palace halls, ordinary demonic arts are completely restrained.”

“Exactly. Without that power, killing Ye Lianheng—after he used his secret technique—wouldn’t have been so easy for him.”

The crowd looked at the one-sided scene in the air, their expressions relaxed.

If it wasn’t for Chen Fan, they would have been massacred by the Ye Clan and the Huyan Demon Sect.

Puchi!

A dull noise rang out.

Chen Fan’s Adjudication Scepter pierced Ye Xi, and a terrifying force instantly erupted, devouring Ye Xi.

“No...”

“Patriarch!”

Those Ye Clan members below the Manifestation realm let out indignant roars of anger, but they were powerless to do anything and could only watch as the terrifying force devoured Ye Xi.

Someone reacted quickly, trying to flee from Xuan Ting Demonic Island.

“Run, quickly run!”

Dead

Everyone was dead.

Now, it was their turn to be judged.

“Thinking of running? Not happening!”

Alas, there was no way these people could escape.

Demon King Xuan Ting and the others struck, their demonic might engulfing the world.

These people were no match at all, and most of their people fell very quickly.

“No, don’t kill me!”

“I surrender, I surrender! I’m willing to be your servant, just please spare my life. I don’t wish to die.”

Soon, some could no longer bear it. They knelt one after another, clutching their heads and begging for mercy.

Chen Fan did not pay any attention to these small fries. The battle had drained much of his strength.

Ye Lianheng, Ye Xi, and the others had been formidable foes.

If it was not for his power of adjudication restraining and suppressing their abilities, he would have, at best, fought them to a draw.

Just as he let his guard down, a chill shot through him. His instincts screamed. His hair stood on end. His muscles tensed as if an ancient predator had locked onto him.

Rumble!

An earth-shocking rumble rang in his ear.

A demonic palm of darkness emitting overwhelming demonic qi smashed down as fast as lightning from the sky above Chen Fan.

Its power was so overwhelming that Chen Fan’s mind trembled. It felt as if the very hand of death was crashing down upon him.