Demonic cultivators, they must cast aside all restraints.
For they do not exist in this world, nor in the chaos.
They are fearless, battling heaven and earth.
Their gazes have long climbed to the crimson blood.
Then, their fists, swirling with monstrous flames, lashed out.
"Fearless."
This was Zhan's voice.
Crimson blood-red radiance erupted into the sky.
Behind Zhan, it seemed as if demon after demon appeared, their hands grasping Zhan's fist.
A demonic intent, spanning the river of time, descended.
The will of the demon.
A group of beings who would contend with the Great Dao even in death.
They refused to perish, their will imprinted eternally in the chaotic Dao, and reappeared today.
This punch meant either life or death.
A tragic aura surged from the fist's shadow, causing the distant battlefield to momentarily falter. The brilliance of this punch was destined to be forever remembered.
In the distance…
Those with wavering minds immediately felt their souls tremble.
That fighting spirit filled them with dread.
Boom!
The fist shadow descended, engulfing Fanyun.
A chilling aura invaded the heart, causing Fanyun's expression to turn grim.
"Hmph."
He took a deep breath of stale air and slowly said, "There should be no demons in this world."
As he spoke, a cold glint surged in his eyes.
He smiled grimly, slamming his palm down. A blood-red vortex storm, carrying an unyielding ferocity, collided with the demonic fist.
Rumble!
The moment they clashed, everyone felt their souls tremble.
A terrifying shockwave swept out, tearing countless fissures in the chaotic space. Nearby… some people coughed up blood and were sent flying backward, their auras weak.
The oppressive aura was enough to make them lose the courage to fight.
However, many more stood firm, staring intently at the spot of crimson storm in the heavens.
The majestic blood-red light and destructive storm swept in all directions, wantonly destroying the fissured space.
Fanyun's gaze penetrated the storm's ripples, seeing the figure enveloped within.
Zhan's figure was not tall, but he stood like an ancient, eternal stone sculpture.
No matter how the destructive storm impacted his body, it could not disturb him in the slightest.
"Die."
Suddenly, a roar echoed.
The destructive storm was once again torn open.
The demon-god-like figure stepped out.
His blood-glowing demonic fist struck out again with immense force: "Break for me…"
Bang!
Blood-red fireworks bloomed in the sky.
The colossal blood-red vortex was directly shattered by his fist.
Cold currents surged.
Zhan's demonic fist relentlessly tore through it with explosive might.
Ching.
The next moment, his figure shot into the sky.
Demonic flames surged wildly beneath his feet, forming a torrent of destruction, aimed at the figure high above.
In the distance, everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene. They wanted to know… was Dao Master Fanyun stronger, or had Zhan gained the upper hand?
"Skybreaker."
Zhan's brute force swept in all directions.
The terrifying demonic flames transformed into the gaping maws of demons, devouring the gathering cloud energy.
"Kill."
Dao Master Fanyun also moved.
Facing the powerful Zhan, he would naturally not sit idly by.
Clouds rolled for eighty thousand miles, converging behind him to form a colossal cloud phoenix spanning ten thousand miles.
This was his Dao decree.
Screech.
The spirit of the phoenix, bearing immense divine power, descended from the heavens.
It roared and cried out, receiving the boundless Dao power from Dao Master Fanyun, and charged at Zhan.
Fanyun felt the terrifying power of this punch, so he abandoned all defense, choosing offense as the best option.
Boom!
Another collision erupted.
Destructive energy spread wildly in all directions.
The converging clouds shattered continuously, and the demonic flames swirling around Zhan's fist were also continuously dissolved.
Finally…
A faint sound of shattering echoed.
Crack!
The shattered cloud phoenix, along with a shower of cloud arrows, spread in all directions.
Piercing phoenix cries resounded. The colossal cloud phoenix had actually shattered under the demonic fist.
"Puff."
At the moment the cultivators of the Eighth Heaven felt disheartened, a figure suddenly stumbled out of the destructive storm.
In the distance, Chen Fan's heart suddenly jolted.
He sensed a familiar aura.
A divine weapon, Fanyun was using a divine weapon.
His shock was drowned out by a thunderous roar.
"Heavenly Lord is mighty."
"Heavenly Lord is invincible."
"..."
The Emperor realm powerhouses of the Eighth Heaven,
Had all transformed into fanboys of Dao Master Fanyun.
Their fervent shouts echoed through the heavens.
Swish.
A fleeting gleam shot out from the storm clouds.
Silver light flashed, and Chen Fan's figure vanished from his spot. The Tian Cong Yun sword was swung at Zhan without hesitation.
Under the astonished gazes of everyone…
Ding.
The Tian Cong Yun sword was suddenly deflected by an unparalleled force.
A point of light bloomed.
The next moment, Chen Fan grabbed Zhan's figure and retreated from the battlefield.
Tens of thousands of miles away, they reappeared.
At this moment, Zhan had fallen into a brief coma.
What no one saw was that Chen Fan's arm, which held the Tian Cong Yun sword, was already covered in dense cracks.
Like cracked porcelain.
Fortunately, it was covered by his clothes, so no one could see it.
The blood seeping from the wounds evaporated under the internal heat. He glanced impassively at Dao Master Fanyun in the distance.
"So strong."
This was Chen Fan's most honest thought.
With just one touch, he was injured, and not a minor injury at that.
His arm had nearly been broken.
"Chen Fan."
Dao Master Fanyun's voice sounded again, "This Heavenly Lord gives you one last chance. Hand over your divine weapon and submit to me, and I will spare your life."
He believed Chen Fan would make the right choice.
Why? Because of power.
This chaotic realm revered the law of the jungle.
Submitting to the strong was not shameful.
"Haha."
Chen Fan laughed, his voice like thunder.
He didn't actually care about trivial matters. What he cared about… was his last shred of integrity.
"Fanyun."
His laughter subsided, and his voice became calm, "To expect this City Lord to submit, what do you think you are?"
Ching ching.
Only the Tian Cong Yun sword chimed repeatedly.
The long sword carried soaring battle intent.
Fight. Only fight.
"Hmph."
Dao Master Fanyun's patience was finally worn thin.
Cloud energy surged, transforming once again into a blood-red dragon, connecting heaven and earth, and swept towards them. "You don't know what's good for you."
Rumble!
The clouds rolled down, their killing intent reaching the heavens.
Chen Fan raised his hand, pushing the awakened Zhan backward, and said in a deep voice, "Senior, take care of yourself. This person… let me handle it?"
His eyes, filled with battle intent, shot out brilliant divine light that pierced the heavens and earth.
"Kill."
There had been enough talk, it was time to act.
With a sweep of his hand, ten thousand swords descended.
A single sword strike unleashed a galaxy of ten thousand swords.
Each sword was capable of easily obliterating an eighth-rank Great Emperor.
Every sword strike tore the heavens.
Boom!
The cloud vortex collided with the ten thousand swords.
Clang clang clang!
The sword intent was continuously repelled, unable to pierce the cloud vortex.
Likewise, the cloud vortex was also being repelled.