Heaven-Surpassing Divine Emperor

Utterly weak!

An expert from the previous generation’s Venerable List, a prodigy who had broken through to the Union Palace Realm ten years ago.

Yet in the end, he couldn’t even block a single one of Jiang Chen’s fingers.

That truly was the definition of weak!

The expression on Xiao Tianqi, Sect Master of the Celestial Sword Sect, shifted erratically. Staring at the headless corpse, his face turned the color of liver. His gloomy gaze locked onto Jiang Chen, the corner of his eye twitching. ’Just who in the world is this kid? He’s merely at the Heavenly Destiny Realm Ninth Stage, so how can he be this strong?’

Shi Yichen wasn’t just an expert from the previous Venerable List.

After ten years of arduous cultivation, his cultivation had advanced to the Union Palace Realm Third Stage.

With his combat prowess, he could have fought and defeated even an expert at the Union Palace Realm Fourth Stage!

But before Jiang Chen, he was as fragile as an ant.

Jiang Chen’s ability to fight and win against those in higher realms was simply incomprehensible.

"Who else?" Jiang Chen’s gaze swept proudly over his surroundings as he spoke indifferently.

His voice was calm and cold.

But it burned with unparalleled battle intent, a raging inferno!

’Who dares to object?’

’Who dares to fight?’

’Is there anyone else...’

’Come on up, all of you!’

Mu Feiyang of the Yinluo Sect had a grim expression, a layer of black energy rising from him. He glanced at a young man in his thirties under his command and said flatly, "Fan Wenxuan, you go down and get some practice."

"Very well!"

Fan Wenxuan nodded.

He rose to his full height, black light swirling around him like a host of Yinluo ghosts clinging to his body.

He was incredibly fast. In a single flash, he was in front of Jiang Chen. As he descended from the air, he threw a heavy punch. "Fan Wenxuan of the Yinluo Sect, here to kill you!"

BOOM—

A fist descended from the sky, its surface covered in crimson flames.

This was Fire Fist Intent!

The Secrets of Fist Technique of the Union Palace Realm.

The flames grew more and more intense, like a blooming Flame Lotus, enveloping his entire body. Resplendent, scorching, and filled with destructive, explosive power, it pressed down on Jiang Chen.

This punch was like a blazing Flame Mountain!

SIZZLE—

Before the fist even arrived, the searing wind from the punch had already heated the surrounding space, causing the ground to melt.

The surrounding vegetation spontaneously combusted, flames soaring into the sky!

"The third-ranked on the last Venerable List, the Fiery Fist Demon, Fan Wenxuan!"

"His Secrets of Fist Technique have reached Tier Four High Level, and his cultivation is at the Peak of Union Palace Realm Third Stage. Jiang Chen is bound to lose this time!"

"If even the Fiery Fist Demon, Fan Wenxuan, can’t defeat him, then... only *that* person would stand a chance!"

At the mere mention of that person, a deep sense of dread appeared in everyone’s eyes.

「On the battlefield.」

The fist, as powerful as a falling meteor, was already before Jiang Chen. The mountain-like pressure of the punch made the ground beneath his feet rumble.

Under the immense pressure of the Fist Technique, chunks of earth and rock were forced up from the ground.

These rocks melted the instant they appeared.

They were enveloped in clusters of Blazing Fire.

A merciless wave of fire lunged at Jiang Chen.

At the same time, the descending punch closed in, right before his face. The blazing fist, with its immense pressure, made Jiang Chen’s body shudder.

A triumphant smile appeared on Fan Wenxuan’s face. He said icily, "Jiang Chen, take this!"

SWOOSH—

The fist, like a blazing meteor, smashed into Jiang Chen’s chest.

THUD!

Jiang Chen’s whole body shuddered slightly. A terrifying power wrapped in scorching flames instantly enveloped him.

With a deafening BOOM, a pillar of fire shot into the sky. It was several hundred meters tall and radiated an incredibly intense heat.

Huge rocks flew into the air, only to be incinerated into ash within the fiery vortex. Fan Wenxuan stood like a Divine Spirit of flames, a savage grin on his face. "You’ve been hit by my Heaven-Burning Fist! Even if you’re wearing a Celestial-tier Profound Weapon, you’ll be burned alive."

Heaven-Burning Fist!

A Celestial-Tier Martial Skill!

It was a powerful Martial Skill that Fan Wenxuan had obtained when he participated in the Celestial Fate Hunting in the Celestial Fate Ancient Realm. Coupled with his Tier Four High-Level Martial Arts Secrets, it gave Fan Wenxuan the strength to be invincible within his realm!

Even if a peak-condition Lan Haichen were to appear before him, he would still be defeated in a fight against Fan Wenxuan!

However...

Fan Wenxuan’s opponent today was Jiang Chen!

"Burned alive? Are you sure about that?"

Just as Fan Wenxuan finished speaking, an indifferent voice suddenly came from within the flames.

Almost simultaneously, a fair-skinned hand ripped through the raging fire and grabbed Fan Wenxuan’s wrist. Immediately after, that arm trembled slightly. A terrifying shockwave spread out, forcibly dissipating the burning flames.

BOOM!

The swirling rocks and the sea of burning fire all dispersed.

Jiang Chen was seen standing on Martial Saint Mountain, an Iron Fist pressed firmly against his chest.

Jiang Chen’s hand was also gripping Fan Wenxuan’s wrist tightly.

"Th-This is impossible!" Fan Wenxuan’s face was a mask of panic and astonishment.

He was completely confident in the power of his Fist Technique. That last punch should have been able to kill even a Martial Artist wearing a Celestial-tier Profound Weapon!

Yet Jiang Chen was completely unharmed?

It was simply unbelievable!

"Let me go!"

Fan Wenxuan snorted coldly and activated his Profound Technique. His arm instantly swelled, muscles bulging, erupting with a power that could easily destroy a city of several hundred thousand people. The immense force caused even Martial Saint Mountain to tremble violently, emitting rays of iridescent light.

The Mountain Guard Array had activated automatically.

Evidently, Fan Wenxuan’s power was so great that even the Mountain Guard Array of Martial Saint Mountain felt the threat of the mountain’s destruction.

One could only imagine how formidable this power was!

However...

No matter how much strength Fan Wenxuan exerted, he couldn’t break free from Jiang Chen’s grip.

His face alternated between pale and ashen. His venomous gaze, fixated on Jiang Chen, looked as if he wanted to devour him whole.

Fan Wenxuan roared, "You forced my hand... Martial Soul Talent—Celestial Fire Descent!"

VMMM!

A burning, fiery Martial Soul slowly materialized above his head.

A Celestial Tier Fourth Grade Martial Soul, the Crimson Celestial Fire!

RUMBLE...

The Crimson Celestial Fire Martial Soul spun, erupting with a dazzling radiance. It was like a fiery vortex suspended above Jiang Chen and Fan Wenxuan, from which balls of raging fire descended from the sky.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

A rain of fire suddenly fell.

This was genuine Celestial Fire!

Celestial Fire could incinerate even Celestial-tier Profound Weapons to ash. Under the assault of this rain of fire, the Black Armor Jiang Chen wore was instantly burned through, leaving gaping holes.

His flesh sizzled in the flames, turning black.

Fan Wenxuan gloated, "Jiang Chen, you’re dead for sure!"

"Dead? I don’t think so!"

Jiang Chen gave a cold smile. His grip on Fan Wenxuan’s wrist suddenly tightened as he kicked viciously toward Fan Wenxuan’s abdomen. Fan Wenxuan snorted and raised a leg to block, but in the next moment, his face flushed crimson.

When his leg collided with Jiang Chen’s, it snapped with a loud CRACK.

"AAAARGH..."

Fan Wenxuan shrieked.

Jiang Chen remained expressionless. With a sudden, violent pull of his arm, a sound like tearing cloth—RRIP!—rang out, and a spray of blood erupted.

It was Fan Wenxuan’s arm, torn clean off by Jiang Chen.

Clutching his wound, Fan Wenxuan’s face was pale. The look he gave Jiang Chen was filled with terror. He shot into the air and tried to flee.

The peerless genius who had once ranked third on the Venerable List was now reduced to a beaten dog at Jiang Chen’s hands, leaving everyone on Martial Saint Mountain utterly dumbfounded.

"Die!"

The Spirit-Slaying Sword appeared in his hand. Jiang Chen swung it through the air, and an unparalleled black Sword Aura shot through the sky in pursuit of Fan Wenxuan.

"No..."

Fan Wenxuan cried out in terror.

Just as he was about to be slain by the sword strike, a black shadow flew through the air, blocking the attack.

A claw shot out—a giant, hundred-meter-tall claw of white bone—and shattered the black Sword Aura.

Having narrowly escaped with his life, Fan Wenxuan breathed a sigh of relief. He looked toward the black figure, his pupils contracting violently, a look of absolute horror and fear on his face. "Gh-Gh-Ghost Demon?"