Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 1629 - Seventh-Level Immortal Platform Realm

“Chen Fan, show yourself!”

The shout rang through the air, sharp and domineering. There was no mistaking it. The target was Chen Fan.

“Damn it, it’s that old bastard. An administrative elder who sold himself to the Golden Jade Pavilion and now runs errands like a dog,” said Ling Fei, his expression changing drastically.

“Chen Fan, quickly leave. That’s Hao Liantu, an administrative elder of the Heavenly Punishment Hall. He was assigned to monitor criminal activity within the prison, but he defected long ago and became the Golden Jade Pavilion’s chief authority here. He is a Half-step Immortal King. You cannot fight him. Run! Immediately!”

Before the warning had faded, an overwhelming pressure descended from the heavens, crushing down on the city like an invisible mountain. It felt disturbingly similar to the suffocating aura Chen Fan had once experienced from Jiang Tianyi.

While Chen Fan could take on a ninth-level Immortal Platform realm expert, he was no match for a Half-step Immortal King.

The source of that aura locked onto him instantly, as if guided by an unseen force, streaking straight toward Chen Fan and Ling Fei.

Ling Fei’s expression darkened slightly, but he didn’t move at all. As the city’s garrison commander, his position itself was a shield. Even Hao Liantu would not dare to act against him openly. When strength fell short, status could still serve as protection.

Chen Fan didn’t hesitate at all and turned into a stream of golden light, speeding off.

The moment he fled, a large hand tore through the sky, reaching for Chen Fan. Just as it was about to seize him, Chen Fan vanished, the golden radiance dissolving into nothing.

A heartbeat later, he reappeared a thousand meters away. The Wings of Rain Dragon flared open as his figure blinked in and out, resembling instantaneous teleportation.

An elder dressed in elegant robes appeared in the sky, visibly surprised that he had failed to capture Chen Fan.

“That brat is fast!” Hao Liantu’s expression turned a little serious before they twisted savagely. “No wonder he dares to oppose our Golden Jade Pavilion. He must be tired of living.”

Hao Liantu strode forth at once, chasing after Chen Fan.

“Chen Fan, surrender yourself and hand over the Nine-Transformations Grand Mystic Golden Elixir. Otherwise, you are doomed today!” Hao Liantu’s voice boomed. The sonic waves turned into a large saber and slashed at Chen Fan.

“Break!” Chen Fan shouted as he turned around and unleashed a punch, shattering the oncoming sonic wave saber. Borrowing the recoil, Chen Fan accelerated even further, widening the distance between them.

“You think you can escape? Not a chance in hell!”

Boom, boom, boom!

Again and again, Hao Liantu reached out to capture him, but Chen Fan slipped away at the very last moment. No matter how close the elder came, he could never quite grasp him.

He grew furious. Chen Fan acted too casually, as if he was toying with him.

Moreover, Hao Liantu also discovered, to his horror, that Chen Fan was gradually becoming faster, slowly slipping away from his range of attack.

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Chen Fan escaped Hao Liantu’s pursuit, but he knew this was far from over.

He had underestimated the Golden Jade Pavilion’s influence within the Heavenly Prison. As an administrative authority of the Heavenly Punishment Hall, Hao Liantu’s power extended far beyond mere supervision. When it suited him, he could mobilize forces to deal with matters both public and private.

Such an elder had joined the Golden Jade Pavilion. From this, one could imagine how influential the Golden Jade Pavilion had become here.

No matter where Chen Fan went, he would always be discovered very quickly. There was no way to truly escape from the Golden Jade Pavilion’s pursuit.

He had once believed the Featherlight Sect’s control over the Heavenly Prison was lax. Now he understood how wrong that assumption had been. Their grip had never loosened. If anything, their hidden influence far exceeded common perception.

Under such surveillance, any thought of large-scale rebellion among the prisoners was nothing more than a fantasy.

Chen Fan felt it constantly. Invisible eyes watching. Pressure closing in from all sides. There was nowhere safe.

He didn’t dare stay in any place for long. The pavilion seemed to have gone mad. Their demand was absolute. Hand over the Nine-Transformations Grand Mystic Golden Elixir, or be hunted without end.

And it wasn’t just them.

Other organizations of the younger generation had also set their sights on Chen Fan. Although they didn’t act as openly as the Golden Jade Pavilion, it left Chen Fan with almost no place to stand in the Heavenly Prison.

As word spread among the criminals, the situation worsened. Both the Golden Jade Pavilion and the other factions held immense sway among the inmates, each with its own agents and followers. Those networks were now fully activated.

For three months straight, Chen Fan had almost no time to rest. He was always on the move, pausing only long enough to recover before fleeing again.

Fortunately, Chen Fan consolidated his cultivation to an unimaginable degree during his pursuit, reaching the peak sixth-level Immortal Platform realm, only a step away from advancing to the seventh-level.

Chen Fan appeared in a barren land.

“Perfect,” Chen Fan muttered, a cold smile forming. “Three months of chasing me around, and all you did was temper my foundation. I can break through now. Then, it’ll be time for you all to pay the price.”

Chen Fan sat down cross-legged and took out a large amount of immortal stones and numerous natural treasures of heaven and earth.

Resources were never the issue. What he had lacked was pressure and time.

A large quantity of immortal stones ignited, turning into a surge of primeval qi and rushed into Chen Fan. One after another, ten-thousand-year-old immortal herbs were swallowed whole, treated no differently than common pills. Power exploded within him, roaring through his meridians like a raging flood.

Chen Fan went full throttle. The Heaven and Earth Furnace revolved furiously to refine the energy. His aura boiled like water, constantly impacting the cultivation barrier.

Boom, boom, boom! 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

His body expanded, muscles and veins bulging as his presence grew more violent and unrestrained.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

When Chen Fan opened his eyes, his form had stabilized. His aura hovered at the very edge of the seventh-level Immortal Platform realm, trembling, restrained only by a final barrier.

Boom!

Suddenly, Chen Fan’s aura surged like a flood. He rose into the air and roared to the sky. A moment later, that vigorous aura was withdrawn entirely.

“Good, good, good, seventh-level Immortal Platform realm!”

Chen Fan clenched his fist, feeling the terrifying power surging within him, very pleased with himself.

“Now, who could be a match for me unless a Half-step Immortal King steps in?”