Chapter 360 - Unstoppable Momentum

Chapter 360 - Unstoppable Momentum

Everyone was shocked. However, the Chen Clan members also felt relief after surviving the disaster.

They had thought that they would all die today; unexpectedly, Chen Fan appeared at the crucial moment to save them. He killed half the people in the Zhao Clan’s group with a single attack and forced Zhao Hong, Zhao Lei, and the others to flee.

The Chen Clan has made it through the disaster.

Chen Fan's pristine robes billowed loudly in the wind, lending him an imposing presence among the crowd. His aura was majestic and deep. Although not tyrannical, it contained a sharpness that could pierce the heavens, reminiscent of a formidable sword ready to strike.

“Can you people escape?” Chen Fan's frosty voice reached the ears of Zhao Hong and the rest; it sounded like a knell for them. Every one of them looked as if a great enemy was before them.

“I told you, since you’re here today, none of you can return alive.”

A terrifying aura burst out from Chen Fan, forming a powerful force field that enveloped the area, causing Zhao Hong and the others’ hearts to jump.

Chen Fan swung his iron spear horizontally. Crimson flames erupted, creating a towering inferno. It engulfed and overwhelmed the two Zhao Clan experts at the sixth level who had previously attacked Chen Zhengqing together.

Boom!

“Ahhh...” Miserable cries rang out immediately. The two could be seen burning within those flames. It was incomparably tragic, as they turned into ash in the blink of an eye.

“We all have to work together to deal with him!” Zhao Hong roared, and his cultivation erupted. Since it was impossible to escape, their only recourse was to fight.

Zhao Lei and the others didn’t hesitate either. They knew that their next action would decide their fate, so it was time for them to fight for their lives.

They all pushed their cultivation to the limit, shaking heaven and earth.

Rumble!

Zhao Hong and the others joined forces almost instantly and struck at Chen Fan. The air exploded layer by layer as the terrifying force washed over space like a mountain flood, descending upon Chen Fan.

“You’re overestimating yourselves!” Chen Fan laughed coldly, delivering a straightforward punch.

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This punch made the space tremble violently.

Subsequently, concentric rings of spatial distortions appeared. The terrifying force surged over, instantly destroying Zhao Hong and the others’ combined attack easily.

“Amazing!” The residents of Watermoon City gasped in awe, their gazes quivering.

When Zhao Hong and the others had unleashed their attacks, its surging aura left the onlookers feeling suffocated.

Ignoring their outbursts, Chen Fan charged into their defensive formation, wielding his iron spear.

In front of absolute strength, all kinds of methods and tricks were useless.

As soon as Chen Fan made a move, his aura pressed toward the Zhao Clan members like a mountain. Even Zhao Hong, also at the ninth level like Chen Fan, felt a deadly pressure under this terrifying aura.

Rumble!

The Zhao Clan members’ protective primeval force exploded abruptly.

The powerful pressure forced them to push their cultivation to the absolute limit. Primeval vessels rose above their heads, and various phenomena appeared at their backs, reflecting the cultivation technique they practiced, shining brilliantly.

Bang!

Chen Fan took a step forward, ignoring all space, distance, and primeval force in his way, attacking and killing the Zhao Clan members.

A single person was brazenly charging into so many and attacking.

What kind of crazy behavior was this? He seemed like a moth to a flame in the crowd's eyes. Not even “seeking your own death” seemed to fit this situation.

Fierce! Fierce! Fierce!

Chen Fan attacked brazenly, and several spear silhouettes pierced through the void.

Every spear thrust carried enough power to destroy heaven and decimate earth. The attacks broke the Zhao Clan members’ auras and shook their defensive formation, the impact causing them to spew blood wildly.

Chen Fan’s robes fluttered in the wind like white clouds rolling over and covering the sky.

His gaze was like lightning, piercing across the sky.

His hands were like the wrath of thunder, tearing the mountains.

His primeval force was like meteors crashing to the earth, piercing through the continent.

No one could find the words to describe how lofty Chen Fan seemed.

“Die!” Chen Fan spat out a singular icy word.

With a rumbling noise, Chen Fan stabbed his iron spear. The space trembled, seemingly unable to withstand the terrifying strength he unleashed.

The Zhao Clan members’ auras were destroyed with a bang, and their defensive formation was broken apart. The eighth-level Yuanfu realm expert, Zhao Lei, watched as Chen Fan’s iron spear darted toward him, unable to stop it at all.