Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 410 - Precarious Situation

Could Wei Buyu have betrayed him?

It was a possibility.

But then again, maybe not.

“Alright, brat, now that you know the traitor’s identity, die. Consider it a blessing to die by our hands,” Sword Venerable Ling Yun said icily; a sharp sword aura surged around him.

Young Master Xue Yi smiled and said, “Any final words, brat? Spit \'em out."

“My last words are...” Chen Fan suddenly raised his head. A fierce light shot out from his eyes, primeval force erupting under his feet.

Suddenly, he disappeared from his spot, launching himself like a catapult toward Black Fiend Bat.

Among the five opponents—Yin Yang Scholar, Wanderer Hundred Poisons, Young Master Xue Yi, Sword Venerable Ling Yun, and Black Fiend Bat—he was weakest, being in the early stage of the third level.

“Die!” Chen Fan spat out a singular icy note. He held the iron spear tightly in his hand and executed the Devastating Thrust. He wanted to create an opening at Black Fiend Bat\'s flank and break free.

“You damned brat, how dare you resist when death is already upon you. You guys don’t have to make a move. I alone am enough to kill him!” Black Fiend Bat was enraged.

What did he mean by that?

He deliberately chose to single him out among the five and charged directly at him.

Was Chen Fan looking down on him?

“Haha, alright then, Black Fiend Bat. We won’t interfere and just hold the line. Don’t let him run now. If our plan fails, it\'s on you!" Young Master Xue Yi chuckled.

Sword Venerable Ling Yun and the others did not make a move. They spread their auras, sealing heaven and earth to prevent Chen Fan from escaping. If Chen Fan broke free, it could spell disaster for their scheme.

“Escape? You guys are looking down on me too much. A first-level ant wants to escape under my watch? What a joke!” Black Fiend Bat became angry, smoke emitting from his seven orifices.

His cultivation immediately erupted. A towering mass of black primeval force surged at his back, transforming into a gigantic black bat. With a cry, visible sound waves spread through space.

This triggered explosions in the air around Chen Fan, slowing his movement as if he were trapped in quicksand.

Left without a choice, Chen Fan thrust his spear, landing on the sound waves.

“Break!”

Crash!

Suddenly, the sound of churning air waves filled Chen Fan\'s ears. A black silhouette rapidly grew larger in Chen Fan’s vision—it was Black Fiend Bat.

He had lunged forward, his iron-like palms hurtling toward Chen Fan\'s head with the force of thunder and the weight of a mountain.

The palm strike from a third-level Core Formation realm expert blew up the air. Deafening explosions rang out, and a terrifying atmosphere and a deathly aura shrouded Chen Fan.

“Brat, still clinging to hope after falling into our grasp? What a joke. Go to hell!” Black Fiend Bat laughed nastily, launching his devastating attack without hesitation. His palm strike carried the weight to flatten mountains.

“Get lost!” Chen Fan emotionlessly struck out with his palm, executing the Northern Star Reaper Hand.

Having reached the Core Formation realm, his execution of the technique now surged with true primeval power, making the attack much stronger. The wind and the clouds changed colors as a three-fingered palm seal materialized and a deadly intent enveloped the area.

Rumble!

The Northern Star Reaper Hand collided with the palm strike like the Sun colliding into Earth, setting off endless whirlwinds and carving deep scars into the ground.

Swish!

Chen Fan flew back, blood seeping out of the corners of his mouth.

Although he could crush a first-level Core Formation realm expert and defeat a second-level Core Formation realm, he was no match for a third-level Core Formation realm expert.

Four people stronger than Black Fiend Bat were working together to lock down the area, eyeing him intently. He was in a hopeless situation.

What do I do here? What should I do? Chen Fan’s mind raced crazily.

But the reality of his predicament seemed insurmountable. Escape was simply beyond reach.

Black Fiend Bat couldn’t kill Chen Fan any time soon; with time, he would still end up dead for sure if he couldn’t escape.

“Just give yourself up, brat. It’s useless no matter how hard you resist. I can give you a quick death if you stop struggling. Otherwise, I’ll make you cry for ten days and nights before granting you the relief of death.”

Black Fiend Bat walked out from the windstorm with a savage expression, his true primeval wreaking havoc around him. The storm couldn’t even get close to him.

Chen Fan did not say a word. His gaze remained sharp and he charged toward Black Fiend Bat once more, his spear in hand.

“It’s useless. With your strength, people at the same level must be a joke to you. You can also defeat experts at the second level. Quite impressive.

“However, in the Core Formation realm, a one-level difference is like the distance between heaven and earth. And there are two levels between us. That’s a bridge you can’t cross, even if you have thousands of methods and abilities. Everything is useless in front of absolute strength. Overestimating oneself describes you perfectly, you know that?!”

Black Fiend Bat easily neutralized Chen Fan’s attack.

Seemingly out of patience, Sword Venerable Ling Yun suddenly said, “Black Fiend Bat, stop wasting time. Quickly get rid of this kid. We have urgent matters at hand!"

In his eyes, Chen Fan, a mere first-level Core Formation realm brat, was only a nuisance worth a single slash.

“You heard him, brat. Seems you\'re determined to resist to the bitter end. Very well, if you can\'t grasp the difference between us, I\'ll make it crystal clear!”

The true primeval around Black Fiend Bat started boiling.

A terrifying aura erupted from him, sweeping across the area. Fierce winds stirred, blowing the gravel on the ground and making it roll everywhere.

Black Fiend Bat used a true killing move at once.

“Black Fiend Demonic Palm! Go to hell!”

He flipped his palms, pitch-black and heavy. They became as big as cattail leaf fans, rushing toward Chen Fan, shaking the space.

He felt his hair standing on end and his pores opening up. A deadly crisis descended upon him.

The pitch-black palms were like the hands of death.

Suddenly, the golden core in Chen Fan’s dantian spun crazily with a hum, generating explosive strength. Golden light burst out from his palm as he executed the Great Brahma Sacred Palm.

“Great Brahma Sacred Palm!”