Unrivaled Martial Emperor

When Chen Fan came out, he sensed two wisps of spiritual power sweeping around constantly. He couldn’t help but smile coldly inside. "Constant surveillance, just as I anticipated."

Choosing not to draw attention to himself, Chen Fan concealed himself in the shadows, ensuring that he remained undetected. Soon, he disappeared from the confines of the Nangong Clan mansion.

“I’ll let you be smug for a while. Once I am strong enough, I'll make you pay double,” Chen Fan muttered coldly, looking back at the enormous Nangong Clan mansion.

"Next stop... the Zhao Clan mansion!"

Like a wisp of green smoke, Chen Fan darted swiftly through the darkness, heading toward the Zhao Clan.

The Zhao Clan mansion:

“Any updates? Have you discovered anything?” asked the Zhao Clan Patriarch, Zhao Hong.

In the brightly lit Council Hall, he sat on the main seat. Zhao Feng, Zhao Lei, and several other clan higher-ups sat to his left and right.

Since Chen Fan sneaked into the Zhao Clan and wreaked havoc in the mansion a month ago, the entire Zhao Clan had been busy searching for his whereabouts in the city.

Despite a month of relentless effort, they had found no substantial leads.

“Patriarch, the intruder wore a mask, making it impossible for us to identify him. There’s no way for us to begin investigating. All he needs to do is blend into the crowd, and no one will know who he is,” Zhao Lei said.

Over the past month, they had nearly turned the entire imperial city upside down, yet they failed to obtain any leads.

The imperial city was massive, but individuals at the eighth level were still rare.

The Zhao Clan had meticulously investigated everyone within this category except those they couldn't afford to provoke. Still, they had returned empty-handed.

Zhao Hong fell silent, aware that looking for someone without knowing their appearance was the same as looking for a needle in a haystack.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap...

Tapping his fingers on the armrest, Zhao Hong became the focal point of everyone's attention, awaiting a decision.

What should they do about this matter?

Suddenly, Zhao Hong’s eyes lit up.

“Oh, right, that person returned Zhao Ru’s corpse to us. The corpse could be holding some clues. Go investigate! I want to know exactly where Zhao Ru went after leaving the clan!”

“That’s right!” Zhao Feng, Zhao Lei, and the others clapped and said, “Our focus has been too narrow. Since the mysterious figure killed Zhao Ru, tracing back his movements before his death should lead us to the perpetrator."

Zhao Feng, Zhao Lei, and the others’ expressions brightened up immediately.

Meanwhile, just outside the Zhao Clan mansion, Chen Fan approached silently, slipping past security unnoticed.

Although the Zhao Clan had tightened their security after the incident, Chen Fan, with his concealed aura and the dark playing in his favor, remained invisible to the Qi Grandmasters guarding the premises.

Chen Fan looked at the Zhao Clan’s Council Hall, sensing the powerful auras gathered there.

“Hmm? They’re all there. Must be a meeting," he mused. "I should check it out. It's been a while. I wonder if they've uncovered any leads."

Chen Fan’s eyes flickered. He discreetly approached the Council Hall without arousing suspicion from Zhao Hong and the others and eavesdropped on their conversation.

“Hoho, sure enough, they came to their senses and are about to look into Zhao Ru’s actions before his death.” A cold light flashed in Chen Fan’s eyes. This was within his expectations.

“In that case, let’s proceed as planned and eliminate a Zhao Clan elder tonight, throwing their focus into disarray once more. Gotta delay things for as long as possible. Once I am strong enough to fight someone in the Core Formation realm, I won't fear any repercussions, even if they trace it back to the Chen Clan."

Chen Fan had long devised this strategy, and tonight marked the second step.

“One... two... three... six auras!” Chen Fan carefully sensed the number of people in the hall.

While the Zhao Clan boasted more than six Yuanfu realm experts, these six were the absolute elite, each with cultivation surpassing the sixth level of the Yuanfu realm. They held the authority to decide the Zhao Clan's fate, akin to the Nangong Clan's Council of Elders.

“Three seventh-level, two eighth-level, and one ninth-level Yuanfu realm experts...” Chen Fan counted.

Now that he was at the seventh level, he was much stronger than he was a month ago. He wouldn’t feel as much pressure if he fought Zhao Hong again.

As for the others, he did not think much of them.

“It’s too bad I can’t sense the location of the Zhao Clan’s Core Formation realm old monster.” A hint of gloom flashed across Chen Fan’s eyes.

His biggest worry was that his fight with Zhao Hong and the other higher-ups could alert the Zhao Clan’s Core Formation realm powerhouse.

“I should make it quick, then. Kill one instantly, and then make a swift getaway, luring them out...” Chen Fan’s gaze became fierce, having decided in his heart, and he quickly went into action.

Bang!

The doors to the Council Hall burst open along with a loud noise—next, the terrifying silhouette of a spear flew toward the person closest to the doors.

Rumble!

Chen Fan struck out without holding anything back.

He utilized his cultivation to the limits, and all five illusory primeval vessels erupted with terrifying strength. The Heaven Piercing Spear struck out with a force that seemed capable of shaking the very universe.

Chen Fan's speed, coupled with the element of surprise, left Zhao Hong and the others struggling to react to the sudden assault.

Zhao Feng was closest to the doors, whose cultivation was the weakest.

This spear from Chen Fan was fast, accurate, and ruthless. He did not give Zhao Feng any time to react.

With a poof, the Heaven Piercing Spear pierced Zhao Feng. The force erupted, and he burst like a watermelon.

After killing Zhao Feng in the blink of an eye, Chen Fan did not stay for even a moment and instantly flew out of the hall, making his escape.

Zhao Hong was the first to come to his senses.

“Ah, damn it! Bastard! Sinful beast! It’s you!”

A fierce, wild wind whistled around him, turning the nearby chairs into splinters.

Swish!

Zhao Hong’s aura surged wildly, and his face contorted in extreme anger.

They were just discussing Chen Fan in the Council Hall when he had brazenly intruded, swiftly ending Zhao Feng's life.

“Where do you think you’re going!” Zhao Hong's furious roar echoed through the night as he stormed out of the hall in pursuit.

The entire Zhao Clan immediately became alert, and numerous figures soared into the air, witnessing a streak of unparalleled blade light illuminating the dark sky.

“That is... the Patriarch’s Blizzard Blade Art!”

The Zhao Clan members immediately recognized the attack.

“It’s that masked man. He’s here again!”

“Damn it, we can't let him escape. Attack! Even if we're weak, we can stall him momentarily until the Patriarch catches up!"

“Hurry, let’s make a move together. We must not let him escape this time!”

“......”

Immediately, the Zhao Clan members’ eyes flickered fiercely. Their cultivation erupted as they attacked Chen Fan one after another.

Although these people were weak and were like ants in Chen Fan’s eyes, an army of ants could kill an elephant with their bite. He didn’t dare to let these attacks land on him and stabbed with his spear.

With a rumble, a terrifying spear silhouette pierced through the air and clashed violently against their qi, annihilating their attacks in one go.

Yet, a ninth-level Yuanfu realm expert seized the opportunity in that split-second pause.

“Bastard, die!”

Though brief, the momentary pause proved sufficient for the patriarch—a ninth-level Yuanfu realm expert erupting with killing intent—to catch up.

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