Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 947 - Fatal Strike

Whoosh!

Chen Fan shot forward like a streak of light, covering hundreds of kilometers in moments.

Rumble!

The spot he had just left was obliterated—space collapsed, unleashing a chaotic surge of energy that erupted like heaven and earth’s destruction. It was a terrifying spectacle.

“Chen Fan, it’s no use. Even with another pair of wings, you won’t escape my grasp!” The black-robed man’s tone was ice-cold, his eyes flashed with an icy luster.

Although he did not take Chen Fan seriously, his consecutive misses made him, a peerless expert in the ninth-level Manifestation realm, feel ashamed.

In his eyes, Chen Fan was an ant-like character. Could an ant jump around in his palm?

Impossible!

Yet this ant had done just that, making him lose face.

Chen Fan’s Wings of Rain Dragon astonished him, as they made Chen Fan nearly as fast as him.

The chase surged forward at unimaginable velocity.

In just an instant, they crossed a great distance, leaving the Xuan Ting Demonic Island far behind, speeding across the vast Endless Sea and setting off layers of tsunami.

Chen Fan could feel the powerful aura of the black-robed man growing stronger with every passing moment.

It wasn’t that the black-robed man’s cultivation had risen, but that the distance between them had shrunk. Thus, the aura he felt from the black-robed man became stronger.

This also meant that the black-robed man was faster than Chen Fan. Even if the difference wasn’t vast, it was only a matter of time before he caught up.

“What do I do? What should I do?” Chen Fan’s mind spun in panic, like an ant on a hot pan.

To face a ninth-level Manifestation realm expert, he would need his cultivation to be at the sixth level or the fifth level at the very least.

His current strength was far from enough to deal with such a foe. Facing him head-on was suicide.

Unfortunately, even fleeing was useless, as his pursuer was faster.

Trapped. Was this fate? Was the heavens condemning him to die?

A sense of despair grew in Chen Fan’s heart.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble, rumble!

A golden streak of light shot across the Endless Sea.

Above him, a massive demonic hand loomed, pressing down with terrifying force.

Each strike collapsed space itself, reducing it to primal chaos—like the world’s creation replayed in reverse.

“Ah, you damned rat, you’re pretty fast!”

The black-robed man’s voice rang out, tinged with frustration. His demonic hand, infused with Martial Soul power, locked onto Chen Fan. The Wings of Rain Dragon worked even faster, setting off a hurricane.

A ninth-level Manifestation realm expert was truly too terrifying, able to cross over fifty kilometers with a single step. His speed was simply unimaginable.

Chen Fan truly grasped the overwhelming power of a being at the ninth-level Manifestation realm peerless expert.

In the past, he had seen experts of this level crumble under the might of his second senior brother and third senior sister. Back then, he never thought much of them.

But things were different now.

Boom, tch!

Suddenly, the black-robed man’s speed surged dramatically, nearly catching up to Chen Fan in a flash. The terrifying demonic hand slammed into Chen Fan’s back.

A sickening crunch rang out as Chen Fan’s countless bones fractured. His Wings of Rain Dragon were mangled, and he spewed fresh blood furiously—thick and laced with bits of his internal organs. He plummeted into the Endless Sea like a falling star.

“Damned brat, you forced me to ignite my true primeval to catch up to you. Even in death, you should be proud of yourself.”

The black-robed man hovered above the sea, his massive hand reaching down, ready to pull Chen Fan out.

That single strike had been like countless ancient divine mountains crashing into him. He was in shambles, his breath shallow—on the verge of death.

Chen Fan bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, forcing himself to stay conscious.

Sensing the terrifying demonic hand moving toward him, he clenched his teeth and leaped out of the water at the last moment, dodging it in a staggering escape.

But he was severely injured. There was no way out.

His eyes flickered as he stared at the black-robed man, mind racing through countless possible escape plans.

Yet none of them could guarantee his survival.

Just as the black-robed man was about to grab Chen Fan, the latter spoke up.

“Stop! I can surrender my martial arts to you. I only ask that you give me a quick death!”

“Oh?” The black-robed man smiled and said, “So, you finally understand there's no escape? You know your place well.

“Fine. Though your realization comes late, I’ll grant you a swift end. Hand over all your secrets.”

“Alright.” Chen Fan nodded, looking ashen with defeat, as if he was truly resigned to his fate.

“These are all the secrets on me.” A ball of light appeared in Chen Fan’s grasp, and he tossed it toward the black-robed man.

The black-robed man caught it and probed it with his divine will. Then, he smiled, “Excellent, you didn’t lie to me.”

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With this, the black-robed man knew that Chen Fan seemed to have really resigned to his fate, and his guard relaxed.

Suddenly, a razor-sharp gleam flashed in Chen Fan’s eyes

A dazzling brilliance erupted from his palm, forming a crescent-shaped blade of pure light that slashed forward like a divine executioner’s strike.

“Brilliant Blade, Light of Brilliance!”

Chen Fan’s movement was too fast. In the blink of an eye, he activated the Brilliant Blade, unleashing an incomparably terrifying aura. The horrifying Light of Brilliance slashed the black-robed man.

“You...” The black-robed’s pupils shrank in shock; he felt death looming over him. Panic-stricken, he had no time for words. He frantically threw out defensive treasures one after another, channeling his cultivation at full force to block the strike.

However, the Brilliant Blade was an exceptional Grade-9 treasure, infused with fragments of an immortal artifact. One could imagine its terrifying power. It wasn’t something the black-robed man could block with a few hastily thrown defensive treasures.

The moment his treasures clashed with the Brilliant Blade, they shattered like fragile glass, unable to withstand its might for even a second.

Puchi!

Next, the Brilliant Blade slashed the black-robed man ruthlessly, breaking through all of his defensive methods and slashing straight through him. A streak of bloody light flashed across the sky as he was sent hurtling through the air, crashing into the Endless Sea with a heavy splash.

The seawater instantly turned crimson.

“Hoo, hoo.” Chen Fan panted heavily, his complexion as white as paper.

The Brilliant Blade’s might was absolutely powerful, but the consumption for activating it was tremendous, nearly sucking him dry.

Yet, there was no time to dwell on exhaustion. He stared fixedly at the Endless Sea.

Was he dead?

Or... was he still alive?