Chapter 158 - Three Punches to Exterminate a Yuanfu Realm

Chapter 158 - Three Punches to Exterminate a Yuanfu Realm

“Xiaofan, hurry back. Your grandfather and I will hold them back; use this opportunity to escape. If you survive, our Chen Clan will survive, and a day will come when we exact revenge!” said Chen Zhengqing, transmitting his voice through primeval qi into Chen Fan's ear.

Tan Wanshan scoffed at the attempt to transmit voice through primeval qi. "Hmph, playing tricks before me won't save your Chen Clan. This brat won't escape either.”

Though transmitting voice through primeval qi was a covert act, Tan Wanshan, a Yuanfu realm powerhouse, detected the fluctuation of primeval qi in the air and overheard Chen Zhengqing's message to Chen Fan.

Chen Zhengqing and Chen Tianxiong’s expressions darkened.

“From this day on, Xuanyang City will no longer have a Chen Clan.”

“Who does the Chen Clan think they are, daring to defy our clans? You must surrender whatever we desire willingly—be it your head or your life. You must never resist, or we’ll make you wish you were dead instead.”

"The Chen Clan has no place in this world anymore."

“......”

The elders of the two clans laughed arrogantly, gazing at Chen Fan and his kin as though they were already dead.

“Whatever. Since you think those two old bastards can save you, I’ll show you the true meaning of despair."

“You might be Yuanfu realm experts, but you just broke through, yet you dare to act so arrogantly. I’ll make you regret ever being born in this world.”

Chen Fan had been listening to all this quietly. Suddenly, primeval qi erupted from Chen Fan's pores, shooting through the air like razor-sharp swords capable of piercing metal.

The broken arrows in the square levitated, each spinning fiercely with a haunting wail. New novel chapters are published on

Some iron arrows even sparked from the friction with the air during their high-speed rotations, producing the pungent scent of burning iron.

“Hell Vortex!”

Chen Fan roared in his heart. All the arrows that filled the sky surged toward Tan Wanshan and Liu Shan.

“You are courting death, little bastard. You’re courting death!”

Tan Wanshan and Liu Hong erupted in fury at Chen Fan's daring attack. Their auras transformed into colossal hands that spanned the sky, swatting away the arrows.

“You old fogeys, I’ll send you to your deaths!” Chen Fan sneered.

Much to the astonishment of the onlookers, wings suddenly sprouted from Chen Fan's back. With a swish, a powerful gust of wind knocked the two clans' troops off their feet.

“Die!” Chen Fan floated up, standing before Tan Wanshan and delivering a forceful punch.

“Little bastard, you’re sending yourself to death, you know that!?”

When Tan Wanshan saw Chen Fan sprouting wings, he was surprised, but some part of him also felt fear.

Even if he had mastered a martial art that allowed him to fly, for a mere Qi Grandmaster to challenge a Yuanfu realm expert like him was nothing short of seeking death.

Alas, it was useless!

Bang!

Before Chen Fan's fist could connect, the pressure from the punch caused Tan Wanshan's head to rupture and explode like a watermelon.

A headless corpse plunged from the sky.

Boom!

Tan Wanshan’s headless corpse crashed onto the square, raising a dust cloud.

The entire square fell deadly silent in an instant. Not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Everyone stared, forgetting to exhale, their hearts violently trembling as they watched the headless corpse.

How was that possible?

Tan Wanshan was a Yuanfu realm powerhouse, a terrifying god-like existence. His words were the law, bending everything to his will.

Yet, this mighty figure met his end with just three punches.

Gulp!

Gulp!

Gulps echoed throughout Xuanyang City as many eyes found themselves stuck on the teen in the air, his wings gently flapping. Numerous minds and gazes quivered in disbelief.

A Qi Grandmaster had effortlessly vanquished a Yuanfu realm expert. If word of this spread out, the surrounding dozen or so cities would be shaken!

“Father!”

“Grandfather!”

Tan Feng and Tan Yunlong wailed simultaneously, their faces ashen. Chen Fan had defeated Tan Wanshan in three punches—a scenario beyond comprehension.

“Wanshan...”

On the other side, Liu Shan hung frozen in mid-air.

Looking at Tan Wanshan’s headless corpse below, he shivered involuntarily.

The two had been happily conversing, planning the future of their clans just moments ago, and now, life and death separated them.

Suddenly, Liu Shan snapped back to reality, feeling an icy, penetrating gaze fixed upon him.

This gaze belonged to Chen Fan.