The surge of energy reached the heavens, war intent pouring down.
From dozens of meters away, Chen Fan felt an immense pressure, as if oppressed by the very fabric of existence.
Under Gao Hongchang's strike, all directions and all realms offered no escape, no place to hide.
Invisible energy flowed, forming a vortex, surging and churning, billowing with Gao Hongchang like a looming dark cloud.
Gao Hongchang arrived in an instant, pressing his palm down.
The externalized energy followed suit, descending.
The Six Harmonies Palm, within the six harmonies, suppressed all enemies.
Chen Fan's internal energy responded instantly, and the mysterious energy from the Dragon Pattern Compass surged like thunder and dragon roars.
He stomped his foot hard.
The ground seemed to tremble, his aura surging, his body growing taller, transforming into a giant.
A single punch tore the sky open, fist energy rolling, shattering the encirclement and pressure of all directions and realms.
The power of his body erupted to its peak.
Soon, fist met palm.
Boom!
The energies collided, shattering layer by layer, the airflow transforming into a gale, blowing in all directions.
The bricks and stones on the ground cracked and shattered, turning into fragments.
Centered on Chen Fan's position, spiderweb-like cracks extended seven to eight meters away.
Chen Fan's body sank, his spine bending.
His body vibrated violently, then straightened again in the next instant, as upright as a green pine.
Gao Hongchang, seizing the momentum after the initial clash, moved as if in void, spinning in mid-air before stomping down with his foot.
Dragon Treading Stomp!
Such techniques existed in many sects, but the Six Harmonies Sect's rendition was exceptionally formidable, as if integrating all directions and realms into this single stomp. With one stomp, it could crush even a divine dragon, leaving it no room to struggle.
Chen Fan advanced instead of retreating. Taking a step forward, dragon roars echoed from within him.
His arms spread wide, a single punch capable of repelling an army of thousands.
His battle intent surged to the heavens, as if countless heroic spirits were roaring, an unyielding war intent solidified into substance, capable of making mountains weep and the heavens and earth change color.
Fierce qi billowed, countless battlefields and smoke condensed into an unbreakable barrier.
No matter how strong your energy, I will defend the realm, even to the last drop of blood, I will not falter.
As long as the mountains and rivers endure, I endure, as long as the nation endures, I endure!
Amidst countless dragon roars, billions of divine dragons rose and erupted.
The nation, the realm, all under heaven!
Gao Hongchang's descending stomp landed directly on Chen Fan's fist, a colossal pressure like a mountain.
But Chen Fan's fist remained steady, as stable as the boundless mountains and rivers.
This nation, where every person is like a dragon, rising up!
This Dragon Treading Stomp could crush one, two, a hundred, a thousand, but when ten thousand divine dragons unleashed their might, united as one.
What could a Martial Arts Grandmaster do?
Boom, the entire mountaintop seemed to shake.
The water in the artificial lake surged, splashing into endless waves.
Chen Fan's body sank, his spine like a great dragon roaring, surging upwards, as if to ascend into the clouds.
Energy like a raging wind, each inch like a blade, slicing through the void.
Gao Hongchang's foot on Chen Fan's fist, after a pause of a few seconds, his surging energy beneath his foot shattered inch by inch, and his body, like a bird, flipped and flew over ten meters before landing.
Thud, upon landing, his feet sank into the brick surface, leaving two deep footprints.
His face, usually as calm as an ancient well, showed a flicker of shock, disbelief.
Equally disbelieving were his disciples.
He had brought four disciples this time, all the strongest and most talented by his side, the highest cultivation reaching the Huajing realm, theoretically on the same level as Chen Fan.
But they found it incredible that Chen Fan, someone who had not yet entered the Martial Arts Grandmaster realm, had not only withstood Gao Hongchang's Six Harmonies Palm and Dragon Treading Stomp, but had also repelled him.
Chen Fan, standing tall in his original position, his imposing demeanor even more evident, seemed even more powerful than before?
This defied their understanding!
When could a Huajing realm martial artist fight against and defeat a Martial Arts Grandmaster?
"Master!"
A disciple hurried to check on Gao Hongchang.
Gao Hongchang waved his hand, signaling his disciples to retreat, and stared at Chen Fan, "Your battle intent, does it come from the battlefield?"
Chen Fan took a step forward, his expression indifferent, without killing intent, but with an unwavering resolve, a determination to fight and kill, to not return until Loulan was conquered.
A hundred battles in the desert, golden armor shattered, yet still guarding the mountains and rivers, unyielding!
"Kill!"
Just as Gao Hongchang had unleashed a killing blow upon appearance, Chen Fan saw no need for pleasantries. He stepped forward, the mountains and rivers beneath his feet, his sword pointing at the enemy nation, his momentum unstoppable.
Seeing Chen Fan's reaction, Gao Hongchang's expression changed.
As a Martial Arts Grandmaster, he saw through the essence at a glance, realizing that Chen Fan's capital to defy him was this vast, invincible battle intent!
Bearing the weight of a nation, commanding three armies, Chen Fan had gathered the momentum and battle spirit of countless soldiers and horses within himself. Though not a Martial Arts Grandmaster, he was superior to one!
Martial Arts Grandmasters externalized their energy, perceiving the world, considered invincible.
But in the face of the spirit and energy of a nation, forged from a hundred battles into a soul, what was a mere realm insignificant?
He finally understood why Spider valued Chen Fan so much, to the point of showing him disrespect.
However, understanding was one thing, he had no choice.
For a generation's master to retreat without a fight would not only lead to mockery from the martial arts world but would also be a catastrophic blow to his own martial dao will.
He exhaled deeply, his aura surging once more, and he also stepped forward.
At the same time, on the rooftop of a building, a figure peeked out, watching the battle, and suddenly spoke, "Spider, Spider, the target's attention is entirely on Gao Hongchang, should we initiate?"
"Continue to wait!"
Spider's voice came through the earpiece: "Gao Hongchang has not yet been defeated. When the victor or loser is decided, that will be the best moment. All wait for my command!"
The figure on the rooftop retracted, not even setting up the anti-material sniper rifle, fearing it might alert Chen Fan.
In another hidden corner, Spider's gaze was dark, his teeth clenched tightly.
In fact, the Heavenly Official did not approve of setting up an ambush for Chen Fan in Yuzhou. It was he who insisted on doing so, mobilizing all available forces within a short period.
In this game, he had to see Chen Fan dead.
Otherwise, after this failure, a large-scale purge and retaliation would await.
And the backlash from within the Brotherhood, the Heavenly Official's position would not be so comfortable.
After all, the Brotherhood was not all-powerful, and its internal structure was not a watertight, leak-proof entity.
Fortunately, he had infinitely overestimated Chen Fan and used every means available to ensure his success.
Even if Gao Hongchang were to be defeated, this killing scheme would not end there.
On the rooftop of the main building, many eyes watched the battle, and many revealed expressions of horror.
Miss Mei'er, with her charming face and fiery figure, turned pale, her mouth agape.
They had all assumed that Gao Hongchang's attack would settle the matter.
But based on the current outcome, Gao Hongchang was actually at a disadvantage?
When did that proud Heavenly General Chen become so terrifying, capable of matching a Martial Arts Grandmaster?
Under their watchful eyes, Chen Fan's speed increased.
Step by step, his overwhelming battle intent surged into the sky, enveloping the mountaintop of Pidgeon Mountain. When the distance between them was only five to six meters, his figure suddenly vanished from his original position, leaving behind trails of afterimages, and he unleashed a punch!
One punch, to suppress mountains and rivers!