Unrivaled Martial Emperor

“It’s over.” The expressions of Nangong Wan’er and the other members of the Moon Bloodline immediately sank.

Chu Xuan’er's face went pale.

“Great!”

“Haha, good, kill that little bastard!”

The Sun and the Star bloodline’s members revealed exhilarated smiles on their faces.

“Nice sword technique.” Chen Fan seemed unperturbed by Qin Jian's threats. He stood composed, wielding his sword with an air of serenity.

The incredible sword techniques that the Nameless Sword God had developed over thirty years in the Northern Ice Plains showcased his mastery. Despite not being a sword cultivator himself, Chen Fan couldn't help but admire him.

“What? The sword qi isn't affecting you?"

Qin Jian’s expression abruptly changed. The wounds on Chen Fan’s skin had started closing. All the blood disappeared; soon, his skin was clean and fresh. His aura rose steeply, becoming twice as strong. He emanated an aura akin to powerful ocean waves crashing against the shore.

Affected by the sword qi? Chen Fan snickered inside.

Qin Jian wanted to blow up his dantian with a mere wisp of sword qi?

That was simply a joke!

He could refine anything with his Heaven Seizing Furnace, not to mention a mere wisp of sword qi. However, he didn’t reveal that fact out loud.

“Go ahead, unleash those other sword techniques. Let's see the prowess of the sword techniques crafted by an ancient sword god!"

Chen Fan stood with his sword in hand, focused and calm. He was one with his sword, waiting for Qin Jian to make his move.

He eagerly anticipated Qin Jian's next moves, particularly curious about the latter five techniques. Just how powerful could thirty years of comprehension make a technique?

Chen Fan stood still, quietly exuding more pressure than he would have had he attacked. Yet, this simple action had a profound undertone.

Nangong Baxiong, Nangong Ling, Nangong Tong, and the others narrowed their eyes. A light flickered in their eyes as they looked at Chen Fan.

Hmm?

“This guy... such conceptualization...” Nangong Baxiong's heart trembled slightly.

“That little bastard has some skills. His level of conceptualization surpasses Qin Jian's," noted Nangong Ling, feeling a growing hostility in his gaze toward Chen Fan.

Being Core Formation realm powerhouses, their martial arts mastery and insight were exceptional. They quickly recognized that Chen Fan, at this moment, seemed to merge seamlessly with his sword—a state rumored to be the pinnacle for sword cultivators.

Being one with the sword did not simply refer to the sword being an extension of the limbs of the martial artist—it meant aligning with the laws of nature. Achieving this state implied having the sword within one's heart, allowing one to use anything in heaven and earth as a sword, even a humble flower or leaf.

Though Chen Fan had not fully reached the pinnacle of being one with the sword, they could see a glimpse of it.

Chen Fan seemed to have become a different person. His sword qi, intent, art, and move all ascended to a higher level. It was as if Qin Jian’s attack had sparked enlightenment, propelling Chen Fan into the realm of an extraordinary sword genius.

Sensing this aura, Qin Jian suddenly trembled.

He had started practicing the sword when he was eight. After training for ten years, he obtained the Nameless Sword God’s inheritance and was dubbed the Little Sword God. His sword art was unrivaled among his peers.

However, he could also see that Chen Fan was showing signs of becoming one with the sword, which was why he had trembled involuntarily.

All sword cultivators dreamed of reaching that level, and it had actually manifested in Chen Fan.

How is this possible! I've dedicated a decade to mastering the sword and even inherited the legacy of an ancient sword god. I am even nicknamed the Little Sword God, for goodness’ sake! I am destined to reach the level of the Nameless Sword God with that technique. Yet, why is he the martial artist becoming one with the sword and not me?!

Qin Jian was roaring in his heart. His expression was contorted with intense jealousy, a feeling that consumed him and overshadowed reason. He wanted to cut down Chen Fan to ensure no one surpassed him in the way of the sword, especially not Chen Fan.

Qin Jian's jealousy erupted like an unrestrained river, overwhelming his senses.

“Cold Night, Flying Star, Following Wind, Waning Moon, Shocking Cloud...” he muttered, unleashing a torrent of sword intent. The entire arena transformed into a realm of blades, engulfed in an endless sea of sword qi.

He executed five moves in one go, each being an absolute killing move. Qin Jian's sword qi tore through the arena. The once pristine floor crumbled, and the ground was sliced apart.

Sensing the overwhelming killing intent around him, Chen Fan narrowed his eyes. His own sword qi was thrown into chaos by the force of Qin Jian's onslaught.

Chen Fan channeled all his energy into his sword technique.

Confronted with the relentless onslaught of five consecutive sword techniques, Chen Fan focused solely on wielding Nightless. Wind demons pulsed at the tip of his sword, roaring in space.

In the critical moment, Chen Fan's sword technique unexpectedly ascended to a new level. The Nine Swords of Wind Demon exhibited a remarkable surge in power.

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!

Nightless, swung amidst the distorted light of the Cold Night, clashed repeatedly with Proud Snow.

With each move, Chen Fan seemed to track Qin Jian's movements and could find where Proud Snow was, clashing with it, causing sparks to fly everywhere.

Simultaneously, Chen Fan realized just how unpredictable and unmatched these sword techniques were.

Cold Night and Flying Star were formidable. Following Wind, when employed, allowed sword qi to infiltrate the night like a gentle rain, silently moistening everything it touched.

Before Chen Fan could even sense the sword qi emerging, the sword’s sharp light was at his throat, threatening to end his life.

Waning Moon created the illusion of an exceptional swordsman leaping into the sky, cleaving the moon apart and transforming the full moon into a waning one.

The final move, Shocking Cloud, immersed Chen Fan in an endless sea of clouds, where waves rolled and surged around him.

Chen Fan could not help but lament inside. If his cultivation were truly at the fourth level, he would have only had a fifty percent chance of winning even after emptying his entire arsenal.

Chu Tiange similarly used to be at the fourth level, but he couldn’t have defeated Qin Jian.

Admittedly, Qin Jian definitely was unrivaled at the fourth level. Even a martial artist at the fifth level would find it difficult to fend off Qin Jian’s attacks.

Alas, Chen Fan was at the seventh level. He had limited his cultivation, but his insight and state of mind were far superior now compared to when he was at the fourth level.

“Break!” A cold voice came from Chen Fan’s mouth. He thrust Nightless as if tearing through the heavens. All the surrounding sword qi instantly rolled back.

Poof!

Qin Jian’s sword moves ended abruptly, sensing an overwhelming strength pressing toward him. A terrifying storm of sword qi swept over like the sea. His expression sank as he retreated, nearly falling off the defense arena. He looked at Chen Fan with a slightly pale complexion.

“You... How is that possible?” Qin Jian's eyes flickered incredulously, his voice trembling.

He had used five killing moves consecutively. Each move had the power to kill a fourth-level Yuanfu realm expert. Five moves were enough to even cage someone at the fifth level. Yet, Chen Fan had destroyed all of it with a simple stab.

How was that possible?

Apart from Qin Jian, the Nangong Clan’s members were also staring wide-eyed with their mouths agape, failing to comprehend what had just happened.

Chen Fan’s expression was calm as he said, “Where are the two remaining moves, Lawless and Heavenless? Use them.”

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