Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 861 - All the Way Forward

On the heavenly stairs stood another demonic legion, guarding the path.

Beyond it lay an immense demonic door and a majestic demon palace, where numerous prides of heaven advanced slowly, as if on a pilgrimage.

Chen Fan had seen many palaces before, their ethereal aura resembling paradisiacal heavens. However, the demon venerable’s palace had an imposing, majestic aura that seemed to swallow the seas.

Stepping inside, one was struck by a solemn atmosphere that demanded respect; no one dared act recklessly within its walls.

The Sky Suspended Demon Palace was massive, resembling a colossal fortress.

Its heart was the Sky Suspended Battlefield, the site of the demon venerable's famed Demonic Child Banquet.

Finally, Chen Fan and the others reached the entrance of the Sky Suspended Battlefield. An arc-shaped viewing platform overlooked the scene, with a banquet prepared for a hundred thousand guests—a display of unparalleled grandeur.

At the center was the colossal battle platform with seats for the most prestigious. The demon venerable’s throne sat at the apex, with seats below reserved for the domain's strongest figures.

Farther down sat the demon kings under the venerable's command, followed by the geniuses, whose seating was determined by their tokens. Those with the rare dark black tokens sat near the top demon kings, a privilege reflecting their status.

The crowd also discovered a few seats directly below the demon venerable, surrounded by the demon kings. When the numerous prides of heaven saw those seats, they all revealed looks of yearning—sitting so close to the demon venerable was an unparalleled honor.

Chen Fan saw countless people following the guards’ instructions, taking their designated places. Despite the vast crowd, the immense space prevented any sense of congestion.

The area was so massive that from the most distant seats, someone couldn’t even catch a glimpse of the demon venerable without extraordinary cultivation.

“The demon king has already taken his seat.”

Chen Fan saw Demon King Xuan Ting walk toward the demon kings’ area. After taking his seat, Xuan Ting began conversing with those nearby.

Though a ruler of a demonic island, Xuan Ting was ranked in the middle among the demon kings and wasn’t considered particularly strong.

“It’s too bad that father can’t bring me with him; I’d have loved to see him up close,” Xuan Shitong said with a smile.

“Let’s go. Your seat token ranks high enough to place you among the top thousand. It’s not too far from the demon king,” Chen Fan replied with a smile.

“That’s true. As your woman, I can’t fall short.” Xuan Shitong hugged Chen Fan’s arm with a grin. He rolled his eyes, helpless against her antics.

They crossed several sections before arriving at the thousand-seat area. Xuan Shitong stopped, looking reluctant.

“I can’t go with you any further,” she said.

Chen Fan was speechless. This wasn’t some life-and-death parting—did she really need to act so dramatic?

“Alright, stay here and behave,” he said before continuing forward with Wang Shuang.

When they reached the hundred-seat area, Wang Shuang stopped and said, “Brother Chen, I’ve arrived at my seat.”

Chen Fan nodded and continued walking forward without stopping.

“Hmm? Who is this guy?”

“I don’t recognize him. Wait—he’s still moving forward! Could he be aiming for the ten-seat area?”

“How is that possible? He’s only in the ninth-level Heavenly Star realm!”

At this time, many people took notice of Chen Fan. Among them were Ye Zimo and Huang Ziyun.

Both bore grudges: one had been humiliated by Chen Fan’s slap, the other ridiculed like a clown. Their eyes burned with hatred as they watched him approach the ten-seat area.

A half-step Manifestation youth in the hundred-seat area saw Chen Fan passing him and continuing forward. Coldness flashed across his eyes as he said, “Reckless fool, he only has ninth-level Heavenly Star realm cultivation, yet he dares to force his way to the ten-seat area.”

“Hoho, this guy must think he’s still at home, dreaming,” another scoffed.

“It’s already surprising for a ninth-level Heavenly Star realm to enter the hundred-seat area. Now he thinks he belongs in the ten-seat? Ridiculous.”

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Several half-step Manifestation realm geniuses chimed in, their disdain evident.

Arrogant and competitive, they couldn’t stomach the idea of a mere ninth-level Heavenly Star realm cultivator surpassing them—especially when they themselves had failed to obtain the dark black tokens for the ten-seat.

After all, they were the strongest—or so they believed.

Countless gazes converged on Chen Fan, including those of the geniuses preparing for the Demonic Child Selection Battle and the demon kings with remarkable cultivation. All watched the youth walking forward, their expressions filled with shock.

The ten-seat area, just below the demon venerable’s throne, was the center of attention. Only true monsters could claim a place there.

Seeing this scene, Xuan Shitong’s smile grew brighter as if she was the one enjoying such honor.

As expected of the man I chose and fell for.

But then her mood shifted.

Hmph, this won’t do. After this event, I must immediately push him down. Who knows how many vixens will be smitten with him after today? I must catch a hold of him!

Her resolve hardened, though a growing sense of inferiority tugged at her as she admired his brilliance.

At the demon king area, Demon King Xuan Ting watched as Chen Fan continued forward, walking toward the ten-seat area. A wide smile also appeared on his face.

Pride surged within him—this was his demon general and future son-in-law.

“Look, he’s about to step into the ten-seat area. Do you think he’ll get blasted out?” someone murmured, the tension palpable.

Chen Fan lifted a foot and stepped forward.

Tap.

Chen Fan’s foot fell. Nothing happened. Under the stunned gaze of all present, he walked into the ten-seat area and casually took a seat.

The crowd erupted internally, their minds in turmoil.

He had done it—he’d claimed a seat among the ten.

Ye Zimo and Huang Ziyun’s complexions were pale as paper.

Those who had mocked Chen Fan were left speechless, their heads hung in defeat. The geniuses near the ten-seat area, in particular, looked as if they’d swallowed a fly, their expressions sour and twisted.

“Impossible, if even he can enter the ten-seat, so can I!”

A half-step Manifestation realm peerless genius, unwilling to accept reality, strode forward in defiance.

But the moment his foot crossed the boundary, an invisible force struck him like a bolt of lightning. He was flung backward, his chest caved in, blood spraying from his mouth.

Guards swiftly appeared and dragged him away like a dead dog.

Huge waves surged in the crowd’s hearts once more when they saw that.