Two individuals, a final, supreme strike.
A most ferocious collision.
"Boom."
A storm raged outward.
The two at the epicenter of the explosion were both sent flying back.
"Guh."
Chen Fan spat out a large mouthful of blood.
He was injured.
In contrast, his opponent, the ancient prodigy, found his body cracking.
This body, after all, was not his true form, and its tolerance had reached its limit.
"Rumble."
The twelve swords of rule continued to descend.
Simultaneously, the opponent's war halberd transformed into a true dragon, constantly clashing with the swords of rule.
With each impact, both their bodies vibrated.
The destructive storm spread.
Finally...
With a last roar, the true dragon war halberd and the twelve swords of rule all shattered, vanishing into nothingness.
"Ugh."
Yan Wushuang, hidden behind the scenes, let out a muffled groan.
With a 'crack', the ancient prodigy's body dissolved into a stream of light and disappeared.
Returning to its origin, back into Yan Wushuang's eyes.
The mist slowly dissipated, revealing Yan Wushuang's figure.
Blood trickled from the corner of his eye.
At this moment, Yan Wushuang's eyes were tightly closed.
...
"Alas."
The Ninth Sword Cultivator sighed, "What a pity."
"A pity for what?" Qing Yu asked timidly.
If she had been confident at the beginning, capable of contending with these individuals.
But as this great battle concluded, all her confidence was shattered.
Prodigies.
With the means just displayed, if any one of them had been in her place, she would have had no chance to even withstand it.
Not even a sliver of possibility.
Perhaps, she would only be able to use the treasures her father had left her.
The Ninth Sword Cultivator did not provoke Qing Yu this time.
He sighed, "They are all injured and can no longer fight me."
"Heh heh."
At this moment, Chen Fan's voice reached his ears, "No need to pity. Things are not over yet. If we don't have our fill today, no one is leaving."
These were Chen Fan's words.
He had previously stated he would champion for everyone in Sword City.
Huang Qi, the Little Fire God, was dead.
The remaining three, having just clashed with Yan Wushuang, were not enough.
The Ninth Sword Cultivator shook his head, "You are not my match now. Our battle, let's save it for another time. Also, when I arrived, I did not kill a single person in your Sword City. Now... I shall depart."
Chen Fan thought for a moment, then nodded, "Go then."
Since he hadn't killed any residents of Sword City, there was no issue.
Proud individuals would not lie about such matters.
Lying was a weakness of the feeble.
The Ninth Sword Cultivator turned to leave. The purple star behind him, the opportunity to become an Emperor, he didn't even glance at it.
"Hey."
Chen Fan called out, stopping him, "The purple star, you don't want it?"
"Heh."
The Ninth Sword Cultivator sneered.
Only a laugh, nothing else was said.
The Ninth Sword Cultivator's steps were incredibly firm.
He left.
Without hesitation, he left.
The opportunity to become an Emperor, he saw it and ignored it.
"I am inferior to him."
Yan Wushuang walked over.
His aura at this moment was incredibly weak.
Only his gaze held a hint of confusion, "I thought, beneath the Half-Emperor realm, I had no equal. My eye power, however, has its limitations. Therefore, I hope to step into the Emperor realm, even Half-Emperor if possible."
Chen Fan remained silent, watching him approach step by step.
Yan Wushuang's gaze was fixed on the purple star, "This opportunity for Sword City to ascend to Emperor, I need it greatly..."
"And so?"
Chen Fan looked at Yan Wushuang, waiting for him to finish.
Yan Wushuang continued to walk, his staggering steps a testament to his current weakness.
The haze in his eyes slowly dissipated, replaced by a hint of self-mockery, "I need this star. I must have it, otherwise, my path will be cut off."
His eye power was unparalleled, yet he knew his own limitations.
Without reaching the Heavenly Emperor realm, he could never compensate for his own deficiencies.
"Heh heh."
Chen Fan let out a cold laugh and reached out with his hand.
The purple star was immediately drawn, falling into Chen Fan's grasp.
This scene made Qing Yu's pupils contract. She wanted to act, but lacked the courage.
Yan Wushuang looked at Chen Fan and extended his hand, "Give him to me, and I will agree to anything you say."
"What if I wanted you dead?"
Chen Fan retorted.
His eyes were filled with mockery.
"..." Yan Wushuang.
Dead?
He fell silent.
He was no match for Chen Fan, and could only stare greedily at the purple star.
The expression in his eyes slowly turned to pleading.
His body was about to bend...
Qing Yu's eyes widened, staring at Yan Wushuang in horror.
This man, for the sake of the purple star, was going to kneel before Chen Fan?
"Bang."
However...
Chen Fan's figure instantly vanished from his spot.
He kicked Yan Wushuang away.
"Useless."
Chen Fan's gaze was icy.
He moved the purple star to Yan Wushuang's front and said sternly, "You want him that badly?"
Yan Wushuang got up, not even bothering with the footprint on him, his eyes burning with desire as he looked at the purple star, nodding vigorously, "Yes. Give him to me, and from now on, I will be your vanguard. Whether I succeed or not, there will be no more Yan Wushuang, only an unknown subordinate at your feet, Chen Fan, laboring without complaint."
For the opportunity to become an Emperor, Yan Wushuang was willing to abandon everything.
"Hahahaha."
Chen Fan laughed, a hearty laugh.
His laughter was filled with sarcasm, "You want him, but I specifically will not give him to you."
A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.
He tightened his grip...
"Bang."
The purple star was crushed by Chen Fan.
A trace of supreme Dao rhyme flowed, quickly dissipating.
"No..."
"Stop."
"Get lost."
Qing Yu was aghast, wanting to step forward, but Chen Fan kicked her aside.
As for Yan Wushuang, he was also kicked flying.
"Ah..."
Yan Wushuang's heart ached, his eyes filled with pain. He stared blankly at the dissipating Emperor Dao rhyme, roaring loudly, "Why? Why didn't you give it to me? Why? Dafeng Novel Network.
I promised you everything. As long as you gave him to me, I would do anything."
Why?
At this moment, Yan Wushuang's eyes were filled with despair.
"Heh."
Chen Fan grinned, "Yan Wushuang, you are also a prodigy, a peerless talent. Why are you so fixated on external forces?
In this world, there is never a free lunch. Even if you truly become an Emperor with this object today, you will undoubtedly pay an unbearable price in the future."
"I don't care."
Yan Wushuang, with his hair disheveled, looked like a madman.
The proud and spirited Yan Wushuang was gone, replaced by a madman who only knew how to roar, "Without him, I will die. I will die..."
"Hmph."
Chen Fan paid him no mind, scolding loudly, "Yan Wushuang, you were born with divine eyes, possessing a heavenly opportunity that countless people dream of.
What about me, Chen Fan? I was merely a commoner. Yet, on my journey here, have I ever feared anything? Relying on my own efforts, I have reached today. I have not complained, so what right do you have to complain?"
In this world, fairness has always been absent.
Yan Wushuang's innate divine pupils were envied by countless people.
Yet, even so, the other party was still not satisfied. Chen Fan couldn't understand why.
"Hahahaha."
Yan Wushuang let out a tragic laugh, "What do you know? My divine pupils, their path forward has been cut off."
"So what?"
Chen Fan retorted, "If it's cut off, reconnect it. In this world, though unfair, there are miracles."