Who are they?
Two young masters of the Imperial Palace, three of the most powerful figures from the central and eastern continents.
With these five standing together, even Yi Fu would likely have to reconsider.
Who is Yi Fu?
The universally acknowledged sixth strongest person in the world.
A combination that even the sixth strongest needs to be wary of.
Yet Chen Fan declared that today, a resolution must be reached.
Speak not, and die.
That was the implied meaning, one way or another.
Among the five, Ninth Sword Cultivator and Yan Wushuang were men of few words. The two young masters of the Imperial Palace also regarded Chen Fan with icy gazes.
Only Little Fire God, however, stared at Chen Fan with intense curiosity.
His eyes held a savage eagerness to fight.
"Heh."
Little Fire God grinned, "How about we pause the fighting for a moment? Let me warm up first, and then we can decide who gets the chance to become an emperor, what do you say?"
Standing on the purple star, they were resolute.
It was a foregone conclusion; this chance to become an emperor would be shared among these five.
Chen Fan was merely an interruption.
Someone to be dealt with first.
Huang Qi sneered coldly, "As you wish. However, I want him dead."
Those who killed someone from the Imperial Palace must pay the price.
Huang Qi's gaze was frigid as he looked at Chen Fan, "Do you think you can save these ants? For killing someone from my Imperial Palace, this entire city will pay with its life."
Such overbearing arrogance.
Little Fire God's pupils blazed with flames as he looked at Huang Qi, "Huang Qi, are you ordering me?"
I do as I please, and who dares to command me?
Huang Qi's words were clearly tinged with an imperious tone.
Little Fire God was displeased.
Who are you to order me around?
Huang Qi: "..."
I just made a casual remark, why are you picking a fight with me?
"Tch."
Little Fire God pouted at Huang Qi.
He didn't think much of this kind of person.
So what if he was a young master of the Imperial Palace? There were dozens of descendants of the Yellow Emperor, and Huang Qi was merely one of the more prominent ones.
Not even the most prominent.
"Little Fire God, what do you mean by that?" Huang Qi's face darkened.
"Heh heh."
This laugh was filled with ridicule, "If Huang Tian spoke to me like that, I wouldn't say a word. But you, Huang Qi, are not worthy."
"You..."
"Enough."
Little Fire God said dismissively, "Go on, get lost. I didn't make a move on you just now out of respect for your brother. If you dare to give orders again, I'll be the first to cripple you."
"This is too much!" Huang Qi roared in anger.
Little Fire God remained silent, staring at him.
Hmph, do you want to fight?
The rules of flame spread out, and his pressure pushed forward.
"..."
Huang Qi fell silent.
In the end, he could only snort and turn his head away.
"Tch."
Little Fire God no longer provoked him.
Although this fellow wasn't as formidable as his brother Huang Tian, he was still a descendant of a Heavenly Emperor, with quite a few backup plans.
So...
He turned and looked at Chen Fan.
"Crack, crack."
His bones creaked. Little Fire God's face was filled with fighting spirit, "Come, let me see what gives you the audacity to be so arrogant in front of this Emperor."
Little Fire God was filled with absolute confidence.
Silence enveloped the surroundings.
There was no need to rush into battle.
At present, Chen Fan was the protagonist, after all, this Sword City was his territory.
Chen Fan's gaze was calm as he looked at Little Fire God and said, "The bird that sticks its head out gets shot. It seems you don't understand this principle. Since that's the case, it's my duty as the City Lord to make you understand."
"Come on."
Little Fire God beckoned with his finger.
His contemptuous attitude drew sneers from the other three behind him.
Little Fire God was well-known, while Chen Fan, besides the treasures he possessed and his identity from the lower realms, seemed to have nothing else.
"Clang."
The sound of a sword being drawn echoed.
Chen Fan no longer wasted words and attacked directly.
With a 'swish', a long river of swordsmanship appeared.
This sword strike carried the power of the river of rules.
"Five Elements Water."
Waves surged.
A silver river descended from the heavens, aiming to engulf Little Fire God.
"A petty trick."
Little Fire God chuckled.
"Boom."
Flames raged.
Little Fire God cultivated the path of fire, his dao being singular.
Flames shot towards the sky, colliding with the silver river.
Rumble.
Boundless mist rose into the sky from the collision of water and fire.
The clash of water and fire instantly turned this place into a vast swamp.
"Hahaha."
Little Fire God's laughter resounded.
The moment the flames reappeared, the mist was instantly evaporated.
Clang.
Instantly, a beam of sword light shattered the heavens.
That sword light was so dazzling that it sliced through the flames.
"Ten Paths Sword."
This sword strike was the Ten Paths Sword.
The sword shot through the air, appearing like a flash at Little Fire God's brow.
Its speed was astonishingly fast.
"Clang."
The long sword struck precisely at his brow.
However, the divine artifact, the Tsumugari Sword, failed to pierce his brow.
Instead, it emitted a metallic clang.
"Huh?"
Chen Fan was surprised. What was that?
"Boom."
A spear of flame suddenly appeared and struck Chen Fan's chest.
At the critical moment, his Heavenly Crown shed a divine radiance, blocking the heavily damaging blow.
"Surprised?"
Little Fire God's voice rang out, laced with a hint of a smile, "Yi Fu's Heavenly Crown saved your life. Without it, you would be a corpse by now."
Confidence.
Unwavering confidence.
Little Fire God stepped into the void, his gaze filled with condescending disdain.
Chen Fan remained silent. Was that truly the case?
"Heh."
To each their own interpretation.
He didn't answer, but instead, his eyes fixed on Little Fire God's brow.
On his brow, a fiery pattern had appeared.
Just a glance was enough for Chen Fan to realize the extraordinary nature of this pattern.
This pattern was a naturally occurring dao pattern.
"Impressive."
Chen Fan couldn't help but exclaim.
Indeed, this world was never short of heaven-gifted prodigies.
This Little Fire God must have been born with celestial phenomena.
A naturally occurring fiery dao pattern, truly remarkable.
"Buzz."
The fiery pattern on Little Fire God's brow lit up. "Scared? Heh heh, I overestimated you."
"No."
Chen Fan shook his head.
Scared?
A joke.
Chen Fan had never been afraid of anyone in his life.
He looked at Little Fire God, a smile appearing on his face, "This corpse of yours, I'm determined to take it."
"Hmm?"
Little Fire God frowned, his eyes filled with killing intent.
"Open."
Chen Fan roared.
Above his head, a river of rules directly materialized.
Whoosh.
The river surged, carrying an unparalleled might that could crush the very heavens and earth.
"Come."
He pointed his finger to the sky, drawing down myriad rules.
"Boom."
The sky instantly turned black.
Eleven human dao rules were intertwined with the long sword. Not only that, but a Sky-piercing Rat also appeared and burrowed into the sword.
The human dao rules sought to expel the demon race rules; they were inherently incompatible.
"Presumptuous!"
Chen Fan suddenly shouted, "If you dare to defy my will again, I will destroy you."
Chen Fan was the master of the river of rules.
Human race rules might be incompatible with demon race rules, but when I need them, you must integrate.
This was the very essence of the river of rules.
If even the master is resisted, it is better to discard it.
"Buzz."
As expected, the human race rules trembled slightly, no longer daring to expel the demon race rules.
"Merge."
Chen Fan roared.
With a 'boom', the twelve dao rules merged together.
"Receive my Twelve Dao Sword."
Boom.
This sword strike was a world-splitting attack.
Little Fire God's expression became grave. He could feel the immense power of this sword strike.