I have the ambition to shake the heavens, yet the world does not tolerate me.
"Boom."
A god and a demon stepped forth.
This time, the rules of heaven and earth were distorted.
The will of heaven and earth seemed to forbid these divine and demonic feet from stepping out.
Boundless power.
Demonic flames soared, burning the myriad heavens into distortion. Divine might shook the world, casting all things into a state of pallor.
Swish.
The god and demon attacked.
The left was the god, the right the demon, charging forward.
"Fight."
Chen Fan's fighting blood boiled.
He had never shied away from a fight on his journey.
When there is a battle, one must advance with unwavering resolve.
He abandoned the Heavenly Gathering Cloud Sword and charged forward with his physical strength alone.
The mighty physique of the Demon Clan's Great Dao filled him with absolute confidence in his physical combat prowess.
His fists struck out to the left and right.
"Dong."
"Dong."
One fist against the god, one fist supporting the demon.
The first strike was an earth-shattering spectacle.
The void exploded, and a storm of destruction swept in all directions.
Ancient houses collapsed en masse. Fortunately, Jiancheng was empty.
The Ninth Sword Cultivator's body remained still, allowing the storm of destruction to rage towards him.
When it was less than a meter away, an invisible sword, as if it did not exist, cut through the storm of destruction.
Qing Yu, on the other hand, produced a pair of fists.
"Bang bang bang."
He unleashed his fists, tearing apart the storm of destruction.
A storm of destruction of the same magnitude was dealt with in completely different ways by the Ninth Sword Cultivator and Qing Yu.
Qing Yu glanced at the Ninth Sword Cultivator, her face somber.
The fact that the Ninth Sword Cultivator didn't even look at her made Qing Yu's expression even uglier.
"Lei—"
Qing Yu couldn't help but ask, "What level has your cultivation reached?"
From the scene just now, Qing Yu could clearly feel that the Ninth Sword Cultivator was not just a little stronger than her.
The final disregard made her expression even more unsightly.
Whether it was Yan Wushuang or the Ninth Sword Cultivator, it seemed they had never taken her seriously.
"..." The Ninth Sword Cultivator.
An ancient silence.
The Ninth Sword Cultivator's gaze remained fixed on the battlefield ahead.
"You..."
Qing Yu's expression turned even more sinister.
She was angry.
...
"Boom."
Finally, the intense roaring from the battlefield ahead drew Qing Yu's attention.
The god among the divine and demonic pair was directly blasted apart by Chen Fan's fists.
"Haha."
Bathed in the blood of the god, that figure soared into the sky.
The exploding divine light scattered across heaven and earth.
"It's your turn."
He turned and looked at the Demonic Eye, "Kill."
A frenzied style of attack, without any fancy moves, purely violent output.
"Boom boom boom."
His fists shattered the heavens and earth, forcing the Demonic Eye to retreat.
"Roar."
The great demon roared.
But no matter how it roared, it could not resist those peerless fists.
The body of a demon cultivator, the body of a demon.
"Shatter—"
The demonic body was inferior to the demonic body and was once again blasted apart by his fists.
"Hahaha."
Chen Fan let out a long roar to the heavens.
At this moment, his spirit was sublimated to the extreme.
His entire being, bathed in the blood of gods and demons, underwent a transformation.
"Impressive."
The exclamation came from Yan Wushuang.
He genuinely marveled at the young man before him.
Yan Wushuang's name had been circulating on the Central Continent for decades, and for many years, few names could stand shoulder to shoulder with his.
Overlord, Ninth Sword Cultivator, Monk Meng, Angler, Huang Tian...
The Eastern and Central Continents had frequent contact due to their existing animosity.
Therefore, the rising powerhouses within both continents would be known.
The name Yan Wushuang was synonymous with the strongest under the Heavenly Emperor, with only a few individuals capable of matching him.
And Chen Fan... his age was no more than twenty-something.
Having fought his way from the lower realms to this point, he could now stand shoulder to shoulder with Yan Wushuang.
Such a prodigious talent, how could he not be filled with emotion?
Yan Wushuang spoke calmly, "The two continents of the Eastern Continent should have people who sing your name, Chen Fan. Your name will surely resound throughout both continents."
Genuine admiration.
Chen Fan remained unfazed.
Bathed in the power of the river of rules, he was like a god of chaos. "If I kill you today, won't my fame be even greater?"
He didn't care about fame, and merely spoke casually.
But Yan Wushuang took him seriously.
He nodded earnestly, "Back then, the City Lord of Yi Fu fought his way through and seized the City of Freedom. Now... with your unparalleled combat power, Chen Fan, in the absence of the Heavenly Emperor, naturally has the qualification to bear the title of City Lord of Jiancheng."
"So what..." Chen Fan looked at him.
Your words are not finished, I know.
Now, please finish.
"Heh."
Yan Wushuang chuckled coldly, "Come, let me see your ultimate combat power. If you cannot withstand my next strike, you will die."
"Hmph."
Chen Fan's cold snort was the response.
Hiss.
River water poured down from above his head, permeating his entire body.
The power of rules was his strength, Chen Fan's strength.
"Ch-"
At this moment, Yan Wushuang blinked again, "Take this."
The strongest attack arrived.
His gaze split the heavens. This time, no figures emerged from his eyes.
There were only two black and white, swirling and entwined beams of light.
The divine and demonic pupils.
In an instant, the entire world fell silent.
Even the sound of the wind disappeared.
There was only the gaze emanating from those pupils, appearing before Chen Fan by traversing spatial barriers.
Time froze, and even the river of rules was disturbed, no longer flowing.
The attack was too sharp.
The gaze broke through the heavens, and even Chen Fan's life force seemed to be severed.
His soul was imprisoned, directly scoured by the gaze.
"Puff."
Chen Fan's soul was instantly annihilated.
"It's over."
The Ninth Sword Cultivator shook his head.
A pity.
A heaven-blessed talent, ultimately lacking something.
Yan Wushuang's divine pupils were terrifyingly powerful.
After all, even Overlord, Huang Tian, and others had marveled at the power of the Ninth Sword Cultivator's divine pupils.
Chen Fan, however, was completely unprepared.
Since that was the case, he could only meet death.
"It's over."
Yan Wushuang seemed somewhat disappointed.
In his mind, this strike should not have been so unstoppable, without even the slightest resistance.
It was unexpected, yet within expectation.
The slight disappointment was slowly suppressed.
He, Yan Wushuang, had killed too many prodigies and evildoers.
The Immortal Realm had never lacked evildoers and prodigies.
Those who died were not worthy of being called evildoers.
Evildoers with great destiny were too difficult to kill.
And Chen Fan clearly was not.
Qing Yu, however, was extremely happy, "Finally dead."
With Chen Fan's death, he would be safe.
Even if he didn't obtain the opportunity to become an emperor in the end, the Ninth Sword Cultivator and Yan Wushuang wouldn't dare to kill her.
Only a madman like Chen Fan made her feel the breath of death.
"Uninteresting."
Qing Yu still maintained a trace of the demeanor of a strong individual.
On the surface, he naturally had to project the arrogance befitting his status.
As the young master of the Imperial Palace, he should have been more arrogant than the Ninth Sword Cultivator and Yan Wushuang.
As for the two of them, they paid no attention to Qing Yu's expression or inner thoughts.
The truth was, they both knew it.
"Heh."
The indifference on Qing Yu's face turned into disdain. "I thought he would be much more formidable, but he was just showmanship. It's a shame he was killed by Yan Wushuang. Otherwise, this young master would have personally slain him. How boring."