Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 943 - Slaughter All of Them

“Cough, cough.” Ye Lianheng’s eyes flickered with killing intent. His irises contracted violently, and he said, “As someone from the Myriad Demon Islands, I won’t turn a blind eye. With this useless life of mine, I can only do one last thing for the billions of demonic cultivators—eliminate you to remove any future threat!”

“You make me sick!” Chen Fan laughed coldly, “Eliminate me? You won’t live to see that!”

Dodging Ye Lianheng’s strike, Chen Fan countered with a backhanded thrust—powerful enough to shatter the sky and crack the earth—nearly piercing through Ye Lianheng.

“Hoho, you’re powerful, I admit that. You’re the most talented geniuses I’ve seen in centuries. Unfortunately, you’re not one of us, so you have to die.”

Despite being on the verge of collapse, Ye Lianheng still acted as if he fought for the Myriad Demon Islands.

However, the crowd wasn’t full of idiots. They simply watched his performance with mocking smiles.

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Rumble!

Chen Fan and Ye Lianheng clashed like colliding stars, unleashing a storm of destruction. The onlookers retreated in shock.

“Old fart, how long can you last in this state? Kill me? Not in this life—or the next!”

Chen Fan’s voice rang out from within the storm, filled with vigor.

Compared to Ye Lianheng’s voice, which sounded like he was on death’s bed, his voice was powerful and incredibly bright.

“Chen Fan, what a scary guy. So, that’s his true strength, on par with a seventh-level Manifestation realm expert!”

“If news of this battle were to spread, I’m afraid Chen Fan’s name would resound throughout the Ping Shan Demonic Domain, perhaps even across the entire Myriad Demon Islands. Our Myriad Demon Islands have given birth to countless talented demonic cultivators. Some stood tall on the peak of the demonic mountain, overlooking the world, but have they ever achieved such a feat like this? No, not a single one of them!”

“That’s right, compared to Chen Fan, those so-called monstrous geniuses are like fireflies before the moon!"

“What a pity, such a peerless figure wasn’t born on our Myriad Demon Islands. Otherwise, he might have become an apex figure, perhaps even the next Lord of Myriad Demons."

“But regardless, he saved our lives. We can’t view him as an enemy just because of his origins. Even the Lord of Myriad Demons acknowledged him—are we wiser than him?"

“You’re right. Ye Lianheng that old fart is laughable, acting like some righteous defender of the Myriad Demon Islands. His pathetic performance simply makes me nauseous.”

"That’s what they say—the older you get, the more shameless you become!"

Rumble!

Chen Fan and Ye Lianheng’s fight had reached its peak.

Their clash shook the heavens—the earth cracked, and the sea surged backward.

Boom!

Chen Fan thrust his spear, and heaven collapsed, the earth sank, and the sky changed colors.

Spotting a shift in Ye Lianheng’s aura, he struck, sending him flying as blood sprayed wildly.

“Old fart, I already told you, it’s useless even if you ignited yourself. Die!”

Chen Fan strode forth with imposing steps, chasing him.

Strike when the enemy was weak; never show mercy.

“Father!”

“High Elder!”

Ye Xi and the others’ expressions changed drastically.

Even after burning his life force and breaking into the seventh-level Manifestation realm, was Ye Lianheng still no match for Chen Fan?

“You damned little bastard. Did you really think this is all I’m capable of?”

Ye Lianheng steadied himself as explosions rumbled within him. Boundless energy erupted, surging into his spear.

The weapon blazed with unimaginable might, streaking toward Chen Fan like a pillar supporting the heavens.

Chen Fan furrowed his brows—this attack carried a genuine sense of danger, even for him.

Ye Lianheng shouted furiously, his aura reaching the sky as if he had returned to his prime. The spear tip tore through the air as if it could easily collapse the heavens.

“Great timing! This must be your final trump card. In that case, I’ll end this—Adjudication!"

Chen Fan’s Heaven Piercing Spear suddenly dissipated. He clasped his hands together, summoning a surge of crimson power of adjudication.

“What? The power of adjudication! You obtained the legacy of the Adjudication Demon Palace Hall?!” Ye Lianheng turned pale with fright. That terrifying spear of his became somewhat unstable.

The Adjudication Demon Palace Hall was one of the nine demon palace halls on the peak of the demonic mountain that had stood there since ancient times, wielding the authority of adjudication. Why would a brat from the Tianwu Continent obtain it?

Chen Fan did not answer him. The power of adjudication transformed into an Adjudication Scepter, locking onto Ye Lianheng’s incoming spear.

The moment it made contact, the spear trembled as if facing its natural nemesis—its momentum froze.

Chen Fan stepped forth, pointing the Adjudication Scepter once more. The terrifying force within the spear instantly vanished without a trace.

“I’m not afraid to tell you the truth. I have indeed obtained the legacy of the Adjudication Demon Palace Hall. Now, I wield the power of adjudication and sentence you to death!”

The Adjudication Scepter pierced Ye Lianheng.

Ye Lianheng couldn’t resist. Every martial art on the Myriad Demon Islands stemmed from the Lord of Myriad Demons, and adjudication—one of the lord’s nine great powers—held absolute dominion over demonic cultivators.

“Ugh...” Ye Lianheng stared at the scepter piercing his chest. With a final, indignant roar, he bellowed, “I can’t accept this...”

Why? How did someone from the Tianwu Continent obtain the legacy of the Adjudication Demon Palace Hall?

Is the demonic mountain still our demonic mountain?

“Father!”

“High Elder!”

Ye Xi and the other Ye Clan members let out earth-shaking furious roars.

Dead.

Ye Lianheng, who had forcibly broken into the seventh-level Manifestation realm, had died!

But soon, fear overtook their grief—because Chen Fan had turned his wrath upon them.

The power of adjudication rippled outward, judging the world.

“Ahhh...” Miserable screams rose and fell.

These people were no match for Chen Fan at all and died one after another.

Even Huyan He wasn’t spared—killed instantly. Seeing this scene, Huyan Jun got so scared that he wet his pants.

“Die.”

In the end, of the twenty-some Manifestation realm experts, only one person was left: Ye Xi.

Ye Xi looked blankly at the Ye Clan members Chen Fan had killed. It was like he was struck by lightning, frozen on the spot.

Dead.

Close to twenty Manifestation realm experts whom the Ye Clan had accumulated over hundreds of years were annihilated in a short period.

“Ye Xi, it’s your turn!”