Rebirth Of The Urban Immortal Cultivator

While the world was focusing on Chen Fan and waiting for his reply, the coalition army of the seven Divine Sects outside the Earth’s atmosphere had already covered more than half of the sky.

The Divine Princes sat on their chariots at the front, while controlling the Divine Beasts’ descendants by pulling the reins and staring coldly at the planet.

Qiao Zhen smiled and said, “I wonder if Chen Beixuan would refuse to take the edict from His Majesty.”

Together with Qiao Zhen and Qiao Yu, the eight Divine Princes were the most powerful Overlords of the seven Divine Sects. They weren’t like Yi Qian or the Divine Prince of Apollo Palace. They had fought many battles and represented their sects countless times; their power was extremely terrifying. They would still chat joyfully in the middle of a battlefield.

A Divine Prince surrounded by galaxies, who had wings on his back with the sun rising and the moon setting in his eyes, said, “He’s too stubborn. I don’t think he’ll concede.”

It was the second Divine Prince of the Wuji Sect, Wang Wei.

He had mastered the Soul Formation Divine Power called “Yin Yang Eye.” Rumor had it that his eyes could see through different worlds and realms; he could see everything and everyone, including Gods and ghosts, which was quite a terrifying ability. However, the truly impressive thing about Wang Wei was the pair of silver wings on his back. They were “Treasure Wings” made with natural Spirit Treasures. He had refined them to produce a horrifying Divine Power that was on par with the battling power of a peak-stage Heavenly Treasure. He could travel a thousand miles with one flap and shift the air around him. They were really impressive, no matter if they were used for fighting or escaping.

A Divine Prince of the Taichu Divine Realm said, “He’s too stubborn. Even when the sky is falling over, he still thinks about how to flip it over. Does he think we’re playing around like Yi Qian was? This is an exhaustive plan made by the Grand Cultivators. Our hundred thousand soldiers came to attack with full power and to overturn the entire Earth. No matter what trump cards, tactics or Divine Powers he has, we can crush them with the most powerful energy. This is how the large sects work; we’re honorable and fair. Why would we use deceitful means?”

“That’s right.”

All the Divine Princes nodded in agreement.

The Grand Divine Prince of Apollo Palace—Qin Feng, who was clad in golden armor like the sun in the sky—said gently, “I’ve already given him a chance. It’s his choice whether to seize the opportunity or not. If he decides to resist, the army will immediately descend and crush the North Qiong Sect. I’m quite interested in seeing how powerful this Chen Beixuan is, since you claimed that he’s an impressive cultivator, able to kill Nascent Soul Cultivators at the Golden Core Level, and defeat Yi Qian with a clone, to boot.”

Many people knew.

The current first Divine Prince of Apollo Palace was the descendant of the Apollo Palace’s Emperor.

Although he wasn’t his biological son, he had the blood of that invincible Emperor in his body. He had inherited the “Golden Bird Bloodline” of the Apollo Palace’s Golden Family and was truly unstoppable. Not even the old monsters who had lived forty thousand years may be a match for him, while Yi Qian was completely vulnerable in front of him.

“Stth!”

Qin Feng’s hands held the reins tightly. The nine-winged fire phoenix pulling the chariot—which was a few hundred feet large and was enveloped in fire—screeched and cracked the world. A fire pillar dozens of miles long spouted out of its mouth and flashed across the sky, as if God had arrived. Countless people on Earth had also seen that red fire, which had suddenly appeared in the sky.

He looked at Chen Fan with eyes devoid of emotion.

Chen Fan’s decision wasn’t Qin Feng’s concern. He only had to decide between two choices, to fight or to surrender. Qin Feng had fought hundreds of battles and he had no doubt about his chariot and the halberd in his hands. Countless powerful sects and Nascent Soul Cultivators had died under the hands of the Apollo Palace’s army. Taking into account that the armies of the seven sects were present, Chen Fan would have no chance to live through this.

The other Divine Princes also had similar thoughts.

Chen Fan was like a fish on the cutting board waiting to be slaughtered in their eyes.

“Chen Beixuan, your way out is right in front of you. Your life is in your own hands.”

Qiao Yu lowered his head and looked down at the Earth.

In the meantime…

Not only in space.

Heavenly Lord Anpo, Master Ling Yun, Lord Dragon, the Ancestral Patriarchs of the Luowu Sect, the cultivators in the entire main hall and Qin Dongmu also looked at Chen Fan anxiously, waiting for him to speak.

His next words would probably determine the life or death of thousands of members of the North Qiong Sect and billions of people on Earth.

“Is he going to accept or not?”

Qi Xiu’er and the others were also torn.

Even though accepting the offer to be a Divine General meant that he would have to yield to the Apollo Palace—with the precedent that Divine General Naran had even attacked the North Qiong Sect arrogantly and severely injured A’Xiu with a punch—they didn’t want Chen Fan to die fighting for them, either. The army of the seven Divine Sects had arrived fiercely and they apparently had tons of Overlords. Divine General Naran alone could already defeat all the powerful cultivators of the North Qiong Sect, let alone the seven Divine Princes and a hundred thousand soldiers who were also waiting to attack.

Qingshi and two others talked to each other with their Immortal Will and made suggestions, “It’d be great if Divine Lord Chen could just accept it for now and buy us some time.”

“Hm, Divine Lord is someone superior. Why does he have to kowtow before the Apollo Palace?” Lord Dragon grunted and refuted.

Chen Fan was a disciple of the True Martial Celestial Sect in his eyes. He could use that trump card when the army made a move. Not even a Soul Formation Cultivator would dare to kill a descendant of a Celestial Sect like Chen Fan. If not, that Soul Formation Cultivator would have nowhere to hide in the universe. The True Martial Celestial Sect would certainly exterminate the perpetrator’s sect and go after him to avenge Chen Fan and quench their anger.

“Be careful, Divine Lord. Qin Feng, Wang Wei, Qiao Zhen and Qiao Yu are the best Divine Princes of this generation and they’re much more powerful than the normal Divine Princes. Even though you’re a superior being, everyone is the same before a sword. I don’t think you should fight them,” Lord Dragon also said.

The Grand Elder, Shenxi and Li Yuan, the Sect Master of the Changshen Sect, also joined the discussion.

Everyone was arguing whether Chen Fan should accept the edict of Apollo Palace, what good would that do him if he did and how they were going to run from the seven Divine Sects if he didn’t.

Only A’Xiu clenched her fists and looked at Chen Fan anxiously with her beautiful eyes. There was still a hint of fear in her mind.

Divine General Naran couldn’t wait any longer. He frowned and asked, “Chen Beixuan, what’s your decision?”

“Divine General?”

Chen Fan finally spoke. Once he opened his mouth, he snickered.

“Why? Are you going to reject the offer?” Divine General Naran turned cold.

“Haha, you want me to kowtow to a Divine General? Who are you to stand in the sky and talk to me like that? Do you think I wouldn’t exact revenge because you have someone behind you?” Chen Fan said as he got up slowly, while his hands were holding the armrests of the chair. He glanced at Divine General Naran and the coalition army of the seven Divine Sects in the sky, then snickered with hands behind his back.

“Bulls**t Divine Princes. They’re just a group of ants.”

Everyone was shocked after hearing what he had said.

Even the Divine Princes witnessing the exchange from the sky turned cold at the same time. The Grand Divine Prince, Qin Feng, glared at Chen Fan with coldness in his eyes. The nine-winged fire phoenix he was riding screeched, and the fire around its body warmed the world, as if it were a second sun in the sky.

Divine General Naran’s expression immediately changed. He looked at Chen Fan coldly. “Chen Beixuan, do you really have to be that stubborn? You must know that if the Divine Princes are enraged, not even the painful cries of billions of people would appease them.”

Many earthly cultivators and from other planets were devastated. Qin Dongmu struck his thighs and sighed when he heard the stupid decision Chen Fan had made. How could Chen Fan reject such a good and once-in-a-lifetime offer? Earth could have become a territory of the large sects in the Star Ocean. He was too dumb and reckless in his eyes.

Qin Dongmu thought—

He would have knelt if it were him standing there, surrendering and happily taking the edict. Then, the Qin family would have the chance to prevail on Earth forever, and have thousands of generations of descendants. How wonderful would it be to be the Emperor of Earth? It would be nothing to yield and be a toad.

Some elders of the Sun and the An families said with wry mouths, “Our son-in-law is great, except that he’s too bad-tempered. Doesn’t he know how to be flexible?”

Su Yanghao was so angry he wanted to beat someone with his crutch.

Song Yufeng even shook his head.

“Let’s go. There’s nothing to watch.”

Then, he stepped out of the door with Jiang Feifei.

The die was cast. Since Chen Fan had chosen to die, not even fairies would be able to save him. The hundred thousand soldiers in space were ready to move. The descendants of the Divine Beasts that were pulling the chariots let out smoke from their mouths and snorted, staring at Chen Fan with evil intentions. They were ready to rush down at any time to slaughter people on the planet and tear Chen Fan to pieces.

“Fine, if you’re unrepentant, I’ll let you wait and watch the second bloodbath to be held at the North Qiong Sect. Let us see if you’ll regret it when the army arrives.” Divine General Naran sneered. He shook his head as he turned around and was about to leave.

Suddenly, a cold voice was heard, coming from behind him.

“Naran, you hurt my disciples and almost exterminated the North Qiong Sect. Do you think you can just get away with it?”

“Why? Are you going to kill me?” Divine General Naran turned around and chuckled.

If Chen Fan attacked him, he would truly end his own life in front of the Divine Princes. Even if the Grand Divine Prince Qin Feng appreciated him and wanted to take him in, they wouldn’t hold back anymore. Chen Fan had completely cut his way out; he would have to fight with the seven Divine Sects until the end. Divine General Naran didn’t think he had the guts to do so.

But the next second—

Roar!

The six demons suddenly jumped out from Chen Fan’s back and grabbed Divine General Naran. The six of them worked together and pulled him from different corners in the air. As Divine General Naran’s gaze held extreme fear, and after Chen Fan said “eat it,” the six demons tore Divine General Naran to pieces. The Soul Eating Beast even roared and caught Divine General Naran’s Nascent Soul, which had tried to escape with a frightened look, with its hands. No matter how painfully Divine General Naran shouted, the ape shoved the entire Nascent Soul in its mouth and narrowed its eyes, showing a contented look.

Chen Fan had only gazed at the air since the beginning, never looking at the dead Divine General Naran, as if he were just an ant unworthy of any attention.

Then.

Boom!

Chen Fan’s clone stomped his foot and turned into a giant golden cauldron with three legs and two handles. It shot up and soared in the sky with a thunderous sound, just like a beam of golden light that penetrated the sky and flashed across the air, clashing against the hundred thousand soldiers. It crushed countless Golden Core Cultivators like an unstoppable warrior slicing butter and creating a long path of blood in the sky, with a lot of broken limbs and splashes of blood.

At that moment, everyone in the world was astonished. Even the eyes of the Divine Princes and Master Ling Yun had popped out; they could not believe that Chen Fan would straight out attack the powerful army with a hundred thousand soldiers.

Only Wang Xuanlong of the Wang family banged his thighs.

“Nice! That’s Chen Beixuan, the Divine Lord Chen I know!”

“No matter how you try to stop me, I will deal with you by myself!”