Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 946 - Unbridgeable Gap

The black-robed man, a ninth-level Manifestation realm expert, could easily kill someone at the third level.

The gap in strength was insurmountable. No trick, no technique could bridge it.

He had already reached the peak of the high-level Manifestation realm and begun to comprehend the laws, marching towards the Legendary realm.

On the other hand, Chen Fan was still an ant bitterly struggling in the Manifestation realm.

It was like comparing a grown man to a baby. Even if that baby wielded a knife, could it possibly pose a threat?

If he struck, it wouldn’t matter if Chen Fan had ten lives—he would still be sent to the afterlife. There was no escape.

In front of him, Chen Fan only had one path: death.

“Die!”

The black-robed man clenched his hand in the void as if seizing heaven and earth itself.

His Martial Soul was deeply intertwined with the world, and he could easily manipulate the primeval qi of heaven and earth, using it like an extension of his arm.

With a single palm strike, the heavens seemed to descend—space distorting under its terrifying might.

Rumble!

As the palm strike descended, Chen Fan felt the sky itself crashing toward him. The world dimmed. Resistance? Futile. The gap between them was simply too vast—like heaven and earth.

Even though Chen Fan’s full strength allowed him to fight at the seventh-level Manifestation, the gap between the seventh and ninth levels was still like heaven and earth. It was not much different from the gap between the first and the ninth level.

A seventh-level Manifestation realm martial artist was nothing more than a tiny bit larger ant in front of a ninth-level expert. Nothing more.

Chen Fan felt as if the god of death’s hand was closing in, ready to strangle him and drag him to hell.

This was the gravest life-and-death crisis he had ever faced. A deep sense of powerlessness surged within him.

Even he felt that no matter how he struggled, it would all be meaningless—a futile resistance against an insurmountable force.

But giving up? That wasn’t in his nature.

“Roar!” Chen Fan roared, ignoring his injuries and channeling his cultivation techniques and martial arts to the limit.

“Green Lotus Sword Scripture!”

“Flood Dragon Fist Scripture!

“Sword of Kassapa!”

Chen Fan executed all the powerful martial arts he practiced almost instantly.

A green-colored Lotus Heart Sword Qi tore through space and slashed toward that oncoming palm.

The air itself was shredded apart by the sheer sharpness of the sword qi, its unrivaled might capable of killing even a seventh-level Manifestation realm expert.

The fist force evolved into a true demonic dragon. Baring its teeth and brandishing its claws, it ripped the sky and split the earth. Overwhelming dragon might erupted, covering the sky, trying to tear that demonic hand into pieces.

The Sword of Kassapa was the last to be unleashed, but first to arrive at its target. Like a streak of tangible light, it slashed the demonic hand with an earth-shattering roar.

All three martial arts were heaven-tier, wielding boundless might capable of toppling heaven and earth.

Rumble!

The Sword of Kassapa’s light shattered on impact, scattering like tofu against iron. A destructive storm of swords erupted, shaking the heavens and earth.

The ground trembled, and seawater surged backward.

No one knew how many buildings collapsed or how lives were lost. All one experienced was humans dying tragically, spewing blood, and screaming miserably non-stop.

Every one of these three martial arts had earth-shattering might; with Chen Fan’s current strength, they were near invincible.

Unfortunately, even terrifying attacks failed to destroy that oncoming demonic hand.

Boom, tch!

With a ruthless swipe, the hand tore through everything, clawing toward Chen Fan and detonating the air itself. If not for his swift dodge, he would’ve been annihilated.

“Tsk tsk, good, very good. These three martial arts of yours are all in the heaven tier, right? Haha, excellent. Once I kill you and use the Soul Searching Technique, all of this will be mine. I’ll grow even stronger!"

The black-robed man did not get angry when his attack failed; instead, his eyes burned with greed, as if beholding a peerless beauty laid bare.

The people of the Xuan Ting Demonic Island were all dumbfounded and stunned.

This man was terrifying—one swipe had torn space apart.

Chen Fan seemed utterly powerless before him. He had effortlessly slaughtered Manifestation realm experts before; now, he could only dodge miserably.

Chen Fan’s forehead was covered in cold sweat.

His strongest techniques were useless, like hurling tofu at iron—only to face a brutal end. The gap in strength was undeniable.

He was too weak. At least, in front of the black-robed man, he was too weak.

“You want to learn my martial arts? That depends on whether you have the ability!” Chen Fan said fiercely.

“Hahahaha, you really talk big. Do you really think you will live to see another day?” The black-robed man laughed mockingly, his face full of disdain.

Chen Fan did not waste words. He activated his Wings of Rain Dragon, turned around, and fled.

Swish!

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In a flash, he streaked to the edge of Xuan Ting Demonic Island, swift as lightning.

“Hmm?” The black-robed man was slightly taken aback. Then, his eyes shone brightly, and he said, “Impressive. Even your movement art is this extraordinary. Another heaven-tier technique, no doubt. Perfect—you’re full of treasures!”

The black-robed man gave chase at once, no slower compared to Chen Fan. On the contrary, he was faster.

A ninth-level Manifestation realm expert, slow? What a joke!

If it wasn’t for Chen Fan having the Wings of Rain Dragon, the black-robed man could have caught up to him in a single breath.

“Chen Fan, you can’t escape. Give yourself up and hand over your martial arts, and I promise to give you a quick death. Otherwise, you will live to taste the pain of soul-searching!”

Chen Fan didn't reply; he just moved his Wings of Rain Dragon furiously, fleeing.

On the Xuan Ting Demonic Island, Xuan Shitong’s face was full of worries.

“Father.”

Demon King Xuan Ting’s expression also kept changing, and he instructed, “Leave some people behind to clean up the mess. We’ll go after them.”

He quickly went chasing after them, bringing Xuan Shitong along.

They felt gloomy in their hearts. A peerless expert in the ninth-level Manifestation realm was taking action against Chen Fan. He would probably end up facing a tragic fate.