The killing intent surged like a sea.
"Boom."
Without the slightest reservation, his soul power erupted.
The soul power transformed into a fist, smashing out.
With a 'boom,' the sea-like soul power engulfed Chen Fan.
The power of his soul burned him, causing his physical body to disintegrate.
"Scram."
His physical body shuddered, his blood and qi surging like dragons.
The soul power was briefly repelled, creating an opening.
Chen Fan's physical body had already reduced to mere white bones.
Too fast.
This attack was incredibly bizarre.
"Hum."
Deathly energy permeated the air, and flesh and blood reappeared.
It was not flesh and blood conjured from life force, but from deathly energy.
Deathly energy could also form a physical body, but it lacked vitality.
This was the Mad Realm, on the verge of death's end, where only deathly energy existed and no life force.
His blackened face looked towards the figure in the center of the lakebed, his gaze icy: "Possess my body, you court death."
"Boom."
A punch was thrown.
Dare to touch me, I'll kill you.
This punch, imbued with surging deathly energy, was incredibly powerful, piercing directly through the sea of death at the lakebed.
Clang.
Behind the punch, a sword light containing boundless deathly energy followed.
Fist, sword.
A killing blow.
The spiritual lakebed was shattered, and countless soul powers scattered in all directions.
Everything was being annihilated.
"Swish."
The figure at the spiritual lakebed finally made its move.
It raised its hand and clenched it.
With a 'bang,' the fist light exploded, and the sword light shattered.
This was the semi-Emperor's domain.
"Little bug."
The figure spoke: "Today, I shall devour you."
Roar.
A roar not human.
In an instant, the entire lake churned with a spiritual storm.
The lake water transformed into a swarm of spiritual forces.
Everything within was being crushed and broken.
Chen Fan's physical body also began to disintegrate.
Disintegration once more.
"Death."
Chen Fan roared, and above his head, the Great Dao of Death appeared.
He dared not use other powers, fearing he would be recognized.
Once discovered, he might face endless pursuit.
However, he had underestimated the opponent's insight.
The shadowy figure suddenly spoke: "Outsider, I never expected I'd be so lucky to encounter an outsider."
Chen Fan: "???"
How in the hell did you see that?
"Heh heh."
The other party let out a cold laugh.
"I will completely devour you, yin and yang merging."
"Try me," Chen Fan replied with a cold laugh.
Although his physical body was still constantly disintegrating, his aura was exceptionally strong.
Deathly energy and spiritual power clashed time and again.
The entire lake was in turmoil.
Yin and yang merging, Chen Fan understood what the other party meant.
The Mad Realm had no trace of living beings, only yin and deathly energy, like hell.
The Immortal Realm, however, was different; it was filled with sunlight everywhere, the mortal realm.
Yin and yang merging.
If this was not done, it would be difficult to survive after leaving the Immortal Realm.
How could the mortal realm tolerate the existence of yin creatures?
"Kill."
The spiritual energy still raged.
It transformed into figures, attacking Chen Fan.
The spiritual projection was immensely powerful.
Powerful divine abilities were unleashed, causing Chen Fan's physical body to explode repeatedly.
"Dao Sword, emerge."
Since he had already been recognized, Chen Fan no longer held back.
The Ama-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi was unleashed.
This time, dozens of laws were attached to the sword's blade.
He could wield the laws of both humans and demons; whatever existed in the river of laws, he could wield.
As he unleashed his sword...
"Hum."
The Golden Silk Cicada Robe sealed the heavens and earth, preventing any leakage of energy.
His aura, the aura of the river of laws, was fully apparent.
Any leakage might attract the attention of countless powerhouses.
He avoided exposure as much as possible.
Fighting in this small realm, as long as the opponent was killed, there would be no exposure.
"Clang."
This sword strike held the power to cleave the heavens.
The spiritual lake roared, and the spiritual beings summoned by the opponent were shattered by a single sword.
The vast spiritual lake was split in two by this strike.
In the center, the shadowy figure raised its hand and reached for the Ama-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi.
"Boom."
The opponent's hand was a spiritual hand.
Yet, with a 'bang,' it caught the Ama-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi.
"Sizzling."
Sword light spread from his hand.
Dense sword intent tore apart the spiritual hand, leaving it scarred.
In the figure's eyes, a hint of satisfaction appeared.
He seemed to be enjoying the feeling of being wounded by sword intent.
"Such dense yang energy."
It had been so long since he felt this way; his body being scalded by yang energy made him incredibly satisfied.
He needed yang energy and enjoyed this feeling of being burned.
Only then did he feel like a living person.
"Ten thousand years."
The figure spoke, as if murmuring to himself, or perhaps to Chen Fan: "To feel yang energy once more, the only trace of life in the destruction of the Mad Realm. Very good, thank you for bringing me such potent yang energy."
"Hmph."
Chen Fan's cold snort was the only response.
The Ama-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi was withdrawn and swung again.
This time, the opponent did not block, but allowed the sword light to pass through his body, tearing his spirit apart.
"Hahaha."
The figure laughed, a laugh bordering on madness.
In his pupils, pain was mingled with a frantic expression: "So comfortable, so comfortable, hahahaha..."
He laughed with joy.
Despite his spiritual body being torn into hundreds or thousands of pieces, he continued to laugh.
Power flowed inexhaustibly.
The sword light grew sharper, more numerous.
Yet, the opponent showed no intention of resisting.
Even as the spiritual sea was being shattered, he remained indifferent.
"Something is wrong."
Vaguely, Chen Fan felt a bad premonition.
Before descending, the Dragon-Patterned Compass had predicted great misfortune.
But looking at the opponent's demeanor, it seemed... there was no danger.
Of course, the more this was the case, the stronger Chen Fan's bad premonition grew.
"No."
Whirring.
The sound of the Dragon-Patterned Compass operating echoed in his mind.
The character for 'death' became increasingly vibrant, completely soaked in blood.
At this moment, an overwhelming sense of crisis suddenly surged in Chen Fan's mind.
"Hahaha."
The figure continued to laugh.
The crisis...
came from behind.
"Boom."
At this moment, behind Chen Fan, the river of laws was directly pulled open.
That extreme sense of crisis made his hair stand on end.
The river of laws, his strongest means.
The water surged, blocking everything.
Then...
With a 'bang,' Chen Fan's face contorted in shock.
A hand reached into the river of time and shattered the river of laws with a single palm strike.
"Rumble."
The river water churned.
After being shattered, it quickly began to recover.
"Oh?"
At this moment, a soft exclamation was heard: "Interesting."
Boom.
Chen Fan's body instantly retreated.
Above his head, the river of laws, severed by the palm strike, appeared.
"Rumble."
The river water churned violently. That palm strike contained incredibly destructive power.
The severed river was repairing itself, but the process was arduous.
In the distance...
Chen Fan reappeared, his pupils contracting as he looked at the slowly solidifying figure.
He glanced at the struggling river of laws.
"Damn it."
This time, the loss was significant.