Freedom City.
The aura of the Imperial Dao moved heaven and earth, suppressing the entire city.
Below, various factions confronted each other in calm stillness.
Only Chen Fan, gazing at the powerful Emperor Realm experts, held a look of disdain.
At this moment, heaven and earth fell silent, and no one spoke.
Everyone seemed to be waiting for something.
Finally…
"Boom!"
This rumble was sudden, yet not entirely unexpected.
The twelve Emperor Dao experts, at this very moment, suddenly unleashed their attacks.
Not one, not two, but all of them struck.
The entire world darkened at this instant.
Freedom City, night fell.
"Kill!"
Eleven hands simultaneously slammed towards the central thatched hut in Freedom City.
The last hand, transforming from a palm into a claw, lunged towards Chen Fan.
This was a premeditated strike, the Moon Emperor reaching out to Chen Fan.
"Boom!"
At the central thatched hut, all the huts simultaneously glowed, and a massive light shield appeared.
"Rumble!"
Heaven and earth seethed, an aura of destruction raged in all directions.
As far as the eye could see, all the thatched huts were wiped away.
The figures seated within the huts were all enveloped by the storm of destruction.
On the other side, the Moon Emperor's hand transformed into a cage of heaven and earth.
"Get lost!"
On Chen Fan's physical body, eight streams of Imperial Qi manifested.
A powerful aura spread, the eight red Imperial Qi swirling like great dragons.
Roaring earth-shatteringly, they charged headlong into the hand reaching for him.
"Bang bang bang."
In the sky, all eight streams of Imperial Qi shattered, crushed by that single palm.
This was the might of an Emperor Dao expert; one who had not entered the Emperor Dao could not contend.
"Waa!"
Chen Fan spat out a mouthful of blood, his vision rapidly magnifying as he was caught in the palm.
This scene unfolded far too abruptly.
This was a premeditated attack.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, a voice echoed in Chen Fan's mind: "Help me withstand it for a moment."
"Who?"
Chen Fan inquired but received no answer.
For an answer was no longer needed, as above Chen Fan's head, a city seemed to appear.
Beneath this city, a corpse floated peacefully.
In his sight, it was merely an ordinary corpse.
Yet, the surging death qi made Chen Fan gape.
"Emperor Corpse."
Chen Fan saw it. At this moment, he finally confirmed it. The City Lord of Freedom City, Yi Fu, had truly shouldered the entire city.
An entire city to suppress a single corpse.
What terrified Chen Fan the most was that the surging death qi, at this very moment, fell upon him.
It was different from before.
He had plundered death qi, but compared to the death qi shouldered by Yi Fu,
the death qi he had previously endured was minuscule.
This was an Emperor Corpse, the remains of a former Heavenly Emperor.
The death qi emanating from the Emperor Corpse was vast, like dragons from the underworld.
It was colossal, millions of great dragons formed from death qi, crisscrossing heaven and earth.
Each dragon was more than a hundred times thicker than the death qi within the river of laws.
All the death qi poured into Chen Fan's body.
"Ah…"
Abruptly, two piercing screams echoed through heaven and earth.
The first scream came from the Moon Emperor; the hand that had seized Chen Fan was corroded by death qi.
In an instant, an arm became desiccated, losing all vitality.
The second scream came from Chen Fan.
The death qi pierced through his body, and in just a moment, it frantically consumed his life force.
The death qi spread, and at this moment, Chen Fan's entire body turned black, becoming like a dead man.
"Not good!"
His life force was being eroded by the death qi; he was dying.
The death qi of an Emperor Corpse was too immense; a mere cultivator like him could not possibly resist.
He had not yet entered the Emperor Dao realm.
Chen Fan quickly sat cross-legged, his internal energy surging madly, attempting to expel the death qi.
But it was useless.
An Emperor Corpse possessed too much death qi; he could not possibly convert it all.
"Open for me."
Suddenly, Chen Fan let out a great roar, and the river of laws appeared above his head.
"Rumble!"
Chen Fan opened the river of laws, channeling all the death qi into it.
The river surged, and in an instant, it covered all attributes. Other attributes were annihilated, leaving only death qi.
The river of laws was completely covered by death qi, transforming into a complete Great Dao of Death.
Chen Fan himself, however, seemed to have fallen into a state of oblivion.
Not a single spark of True Spirit fire still burned within his heart.
Once this wisp of True Spirit fire extinguished, Chen Fan would face death, or become a puppet.
A puppet controlled by death qi.
…
Chen Fan's state was dire, but on the other side, it was even more so.
For Yi Fu had made his move.
The aged Yi Fu had his feet rooted in Freedom City; these feet had never left the ground of Freedom City.
It wasn't that he didn't want to leave, but he needed to suppress, to suppress Freedom City, to suppress the Emperor Corpse.
But at this moment, he suddenly rose into the air, something no one had expected.
Yi Fu had left the city.
"Seeking death."
Yi Fu, having left the city, was no longer the frail old man; he instantly transformed into a butcher.
"Boom!"
The fist wind raged through heaven and earth; this punch carried the might of heaven and earth, immeasurable power.
The entire world was to submit beneath this punch.
Heaven and earth seemed to be shattered by this punch, cracks spreading like a spiderweb in all directions.
At the center of the fist was Dou Huang.
"Impossible, how could you leave the city?" Dou Huang was aghast.
At this moment, boundless fear enveloped him.
Yi Fu could not leave the city.
This was something everyone knew, be it in the Eastern Continent or the Central Continent.
Within Freedom City, Yi Fu was an invincible existence.
But he had a flaw: he could not leave the city; his feet could not leave the ground.
This was also the reason they dared to make a move.
A swift strike, covering a thousand miles in an instant, Yi Fu could only sigh in regret.
But now, Yi Fu had left the city.
Not only had he left the city, but he had also attacked.
This punch was the punch of the sixth person in the Immortal Realm.
"Boom!"
In Dou Huang's eyes, there was only unwillingness and boundless terror.
Alas, it was all too late. They had angered Yi Fu, a Yi Fu who could leave the city.
The punch landed on Dou Huang's body, and with a bang, his body exploded.
When others attacked, there was still a chance for the soul to escape.
But when the attacker became Yi Fu, the sixth in the world, Yi Fu, he had no hope of escape.
As his physical body exploded, his soul was annihilated.
One punch, and an Emperor Dao expert died, with no possibility of resurrection.
And this was not the end; Yi Fu began his slaughter.
He turned and threw another punch. The second Emperor Dao expert, just like Dou Huang, didn't even have time to react.
"Bang!"
His physical body exploded, his soul annihilated.
"To dare disregard this City Lord's warning and provoke the rules of Freedom City, you shall not escape death," Yi Fu's voice was cold, like a machine devoid of emotion.
"Kill."
A massacre commenced.
Yi Fu transformed into a god of slaughter, screams and wails echoing over Freedom City.