Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 898 - Intimidating the Crowd

Ye Zimo’s hatred towards Chen Fan ran deep.

As the young patriarch of the Ye Clan, he had never suffered such humiliation. How could he stay on Ping Shan Demonic Island after such disgrace?

Revenge consumed his thoughts, and now, the moment had come.

Outside, due to Chen Fan obtaining the dark black imprint, the Ye Clan had received warnings from the demon cave guard and several powerful demon sects.

However, in the secret realm, life and death were matters of fate—no one would care if Chen Fan died. Ye Zimo also coveted the Heavenly Soul Holy Spring.

Already at the peak of the Heavenly Star realm before entering, he had seized an opportunity in the secret realm to reach the half-step Manifestation realm.

However, there was no telling how many months and years he would need to enter the Manifestation realm from the half-step Manifestation realm. It was even possible for him to be stuck at this level for the rest of his life.

Therefore, he was determined to obtain Chen Fan’s Heavenly Soul Holy Spring.

His gaze was lofty and icy. The tone of his voice was also like he was giving a command. To him, Chen Fan had always been insignificant.

Without the influence of the Demonic Child Selection Battle, Chen Fan would have been long dead, obliterated by the Ye Clan. How could he still be alive?

“What, he is Chen Fan? That kid’s got guts to show up here. If I were him, I’d hide until the Demonic Child Selection Battle ends before going into secluded cultivation for a few centuries to break through to the Manifestation realm. The situation would be different then."

“Hehe, he has always been very bold. The Heavenly Soul Holy Spring wasn’t enough for him, and he now has his eyes on the ten thrones. He really doesn’t know what death is. So many people here are eyeing the Holy Spring he has."

“Looks like he has a past with Ye Zimo. Too bad for him, Ye Zimo brought a bunch of experts to guard him. I’m afraid this kid won’t escape, and the Holy Spring will end up in Ye Zimo’s hands."

With Ye Zimo exposing Chen Fan’s identity, the experts who had only heard of him now cast sharp gazes his way.

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Word of Chen Fan obtaining the Heavenly Soul Holy Spring had long since spread, making everyone aware of him.

The temptation of the spring was too great. These ambitious beings saw Chen Fan as nothing more than a child walking through a market carrying gold—just asking to be robbed.

“Chen Fan... that’s him, the one who faced Lord Demon Venerable’s questioning at the Demonic Child Banquet and sat in the ten seats. No wonder he looks familiar."

“Hoho, it really is this kid. It’s a shame—his talent might be unmatched, but he’s too weak."

“Not necessarily, I heard he killed a cultivation regressor who had returned to his peak when fighting for the Heavenly Soul Holy Spring.”

“You said it yourself, he’s a cultivation regressor. Even if he returned to his peak again, how much of his strength would he have? If he can’t use his Martial Soul, he is just a half-crippled Manifestation realm expert, not someone to fear."

"Exactly, stop making him out to be a legend."

Immediately, a few people shot disdainful looks.

He was merely someone in the peak Heavenly Star realm. To them, what did he count for?

As for the story about the cultivation regressor dying at Chen Fan’s hands, they were skeptical. Even if that were true, could a cultivation regressor compare to a genuine Manifestation realm?

“It seems like Young Master Ye’s face doesn’t hurt anymore. You thought a few lackeys would get you revenge?"

Facing the imposing Ye Zimo, Chen Fan remained undaunted, looking at him with a vague smile and his arms crossed.

Still wearing a savage smile on his face, Ye Zimo said, “Little bastard, everyone’s saying you killed a cultivation regressor. Is that why you’re so confident? Well, you’ll soon see how foolish and weak you are in front of me. You two, capture him. I’m going to humiliate him!"

“Yes, Young Patriarch!” answered the two burly first-level Manifestation realm men, unleashing their ferocious auras. A crushing power of soul suppression swept toward Chen Fan.

“Brat, messing with the Young Patriarch was the biggest mistake of your life. Die!” One of the burly men lunged at Chen Fan like a fierce eagle, his hands, sharp as claws, wrapped in powerful demonic qi. He tore through space and aimed to strike at Chen Fan.

“A mere dog dares to bare its fangs at me? You’re courting death!” Ice-cold chilling light burst out from Chen Fan’s eyes. The burly man had used the power of his Martial Soul, wanting to suppress Chen Fan’s soul.

If it were before, Chen Fan’s strength would have declined sharply.

But now, he had condensed his Martial Soul, and it was incomparably powerful. Trying to suppress his soul was simply a joke.

Chen Fan raised his arm and struck.

Rumble!

The slap carried the force to shatter heaven and earth, obliterating the incoming claws.

That burly man could not react to it in time. His palm was smashed into pieces, the bone fragments flying everywhere. The intense pain made him cry out in pain immediately, feeling like he could die.

“Ow, ow.”

“Die!” Chen Fan strode forth, arriving in front of the burly man and slamming his opponent’s head into his stomach. The pained cries stopped abruptly.

The other burly man was stunned for a moment before letting out a mournful cry.

“Big brother!”

He had thought that with him at the ready by his brother’s side, taking down Chen Fan would not be a problem.

But in two swift palm strikes, Chen Fan had neutralized one brother’s attack and killed the other as though swatting a fly.

“Ah, you bastard, go to hell! White Tiger Leaves the Mountain!”

The aura around this burly man exploded; he was a notch stronger than his big brother, reaching the peak, first-level Manifestation realm. He pounced at Chen Fan, with the silhouette of a white tiger manifesting behind him, its ferocious might overwhelming.

"Since you brothers are so close, go accompany him in hell!"

Chen Fan remained calm and collected, clasping his hand and condensing a Heaven Piercing Spear before hurling it out.

Boom, boom, boom...

The sound of air exploding immediately resounded like thunder.

The Heaven Piercing Spear was like an evil dragon, biting down at the burly man pouncing over.

Puchi!

Every defense the man attempted was torn apart as though it were butter or tofu. In the end, the spear pinned him mid-air, his face frozen in shock and horror, his life snuffed out in an instant.