Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 75 - The Troublesome Chen Fan

Chen Fan pushed his primeval qi to its limits, employing Ghostly Shadow Steps to dart across the landscape like a gust of wind, kicking up dust clouds and scattering dead leaves.

Tap, tap, tap...

Bang, bang, bang...

Chen Fan could do nothing but sprint desperately. Meanwhile, Sir Blood Shirt effortlessly walked on air, wielding the whip like an extension of his arm.

He had to constantly change directions just to narrowly avoid the excruciating pain.

The force of Sir Blood Shirt\'s lashes was evident in the explosive waves of air and ground-shaking blasts that followed in his wake.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Chen Fan darted into the forest as if flung by a catapult.

The Qingyang Mountain Range was densely covered in bushes, with ancient trees reaching hundreds of feet into the sky, their lush branches and leaves blotting out the sky. Once inside the thick forest, he would be like a fish in the sea.

“You wretched little bastard! You killed my servants, and now you dare to hide? Even if you burrow into the earth, I\'ll drag you out!”

Seeing Chen Fan scurrying into the forest, Sir Blood Shirt descended to the ground and gave chase on foot, pursuing him furiously.

“You won’t get away! When I catch you, I’ll drain your blood and refine you into a blood demon! You\'ll learn the price of crossing me!”

Rumble!

Sir Blood Shirt\'s threats rang out as the Blood Shadow Divine Whip lashed out, rupturing ancient trees and sending wooden chips flying, cutting into Chen Fan\'s skin.

Chen Fan ignored Sir Blood Shirt’s furious curses and threats while wriggling through the trees like a loach.

Fortunately, he had an exceptional movement technique and an ample reserve of primeval qi. Otherwise, he would have long exhausted himself and gotten captured by Sir Blood Shirt.

......

Later, by a stream, Chen Fan tended to his wounds, muttering curses under his breath.

“That damned Sir Blood Shirt!

“He\'s no proper martial artist; he cultivates using human blood. He\'s a demonic cultivator, a scourge that must be eradicated from the Tianwu Continent. These practitioners advance rapidly through unorthodox and evil methods, but they are not true martial artists. They should be exterminated like rats in the streets.”

Chen Fan knew that demonic cultivators like Sir Blood Shirt caused untold tragedies and should be stopped at all costs.

Take Sir Blood Shirt, for example. How many lives did he have to take to amass all those skeletons? What kind of martial artist was he, if not a demonic cultivator? He used human blood for cultivation; it was a tragedy.

“I must think of a way to kill this Sir Blood Shirt. Who knows how many more innocent people he’ll slaughter if a demonic cultivator like him breaks through to the Yuanfu realm?

“Such people have no concept of righteousness or morality. Humans are no different from animals in their eyes, mere tools to provide fresh blood for their cultivation.”

Cold killing intent flashed in Chen Fan’s eyes.

Although he didn’t consider himself a warrior of justice, he had a bit of conscience. He had once aspired to be an honorable warrior who upheld principles and repaid debts and grudges accordingly.

Encountering a demonic cultivator like Sir Blood Shirt had fueled his desire to eliminate such a threat and prevent more people from suffering under his evil ways.

But how can I kill him?

Chen Fan was troubled once more.

With his strength, let alone killing Sir Blood Shirt, he couldn’t even kill ordinary Qi Grandmasters. He could only fight Qi Grandmasters to a standstill without advancing to the Qi Grandmaster realm.

......

“Argh, you little beast, little bastard, you deserve to die! Die!”

In the valley, Sir Blood Shirt erupted in a rage. His Blood Shadow Divine Whip transformed into an inescapable net, enveloping the area and making the ground shake and dirt fly as numerous crimson slashes fell.

Rumble! The ground bore intertwining marks left by the Blood Shadow Divine Whip, which possessed potent corrosive properties.

Chen Fan rolled on the ground and then charged forward like a monkey, scampering into the forest.

Bang, bang, bang!

Sir Blood Shirt\'s rampage shattered a large swath of trees, startling the nearby demon beasts, whose roars echoed through the forest.

“Damn it, damn it. Don’t let me get my hands on you, little bastard, or I’ll skin you alive!” Sir Blood Shirt roared furiously. Chen Fan had already disappeared from sight.

Over the next few days, Chen Fan continued to appear unexpectedly, ambushing Sir Blood Shirt\'s subordinates. Sometimes, he would attack them in broad daylight, and at others, he would sneakily deal with them at night. Nearly all of them had fallen victim to his attacks.

It went without saying Sir Blood Shirt had more than just those eight men as his subordinates. There were more than twenty people divided into a few groups to capture people from outside and support his cultivation.

However, their cultivation levels topped out at the peak of the eighth level. How could they possibly resist Chen Fan’s sneak attacks when they weren’t Qi Grandmasters?

Sir Blood Shirt\'s exasperated roars echoed through the valley in the following days as he attempted to chase Chen Fan, but the depth and strength of Chen Fan\'s primeval qi far exceeded his expectations.

Sir Blood Shirt was also unwilling to relocate, as creating a blood pool was no simple task.

He had to kill hundreds of people to complete the blood pool in this valley.

If he were to change locations and build a new blood pool, it would take a lot of time and effort, and he would need to capture and kill many people. It would easily draw the attention of the experts of the four great sects.

He was on the verge of a cultivation breakthrough and didn\'t want to complicate matters.

This line of thinking, however, played into Chen Fan\'s hands, allowing him to repeatedly ambush Sir Blood Shirt and disrupt his cultivation.

Sir Blood Shirt even grew to resent the subordinates who had brought Chen Fan back in the first place, regretting their decision to do so.

If they had known Chen Fan was so troublesome to deal with, then they shouldn’t have brought him back in the first place.

......

“Ptooi!”

On a slope, Chen Fan spat out a mouthful of blood, a cold smile on his face.

Over the past few days, he had been harassing Sir Blood Shirt\'s group. Sometimes, he would escape only to return seconds later to kill a few more, leaving the group traumatized and on edge.

Although there were moments when Sir Blood Shirt nearly caught him, he always managed to escape, albeit with some injuries.

“I have already killed nearly all of Sir Blood Shirt’s subordinates, but unfortunately, it’s simply impossible for me to kill the man himself. He is also on the brink of a breakthrough in his cultivation. I won\'t stand a chance if he reaches the Yuanfu realm. What can I do to take him out?”

Chen Fan’s mind raced.

Sir Blood Shirt was the leader of this group. If Chen Fan eliminated this person, the others wouldn’t matter much.

Roar!

Just as Chen Fan was deep in thought, an earth-shaking, beastly roar suddenly came from afar, scaring the birds in the forest to fly around in panic, chirping in fear.

Other demon beasts also began to roar, their voices tinged with fear.

“Hmm?”

Chen Fan stood up, looking in the distance. “Qi Grandmaster realm demon beast!”

“I got it!”

Chen Fan’s eyes immediately lit up, a smile spreading across his face.