Chapter 378 - Thunderbolt Hands Liu Wuxiang

Chapter 378 - Thunderbolt Hands Liu Wuxiang

“Hoho, it seems I really hit the nail on the head, Wei Buyu. Your good disciple’s luck has come to an end. He’s sure to lose in this round against Liu Wuxiang,” Fengyunzi said, a smile finally breaking through his previously gloomy expression.

The reason? Liu Wuxiang was an Illusory Core realm expert.

Liu Wuxiang had recently condensed his core, and it was only ten percent solid. He used a secret technique to make it seem like he was at the peak of the ninth level. However, he couldn’t hide his true cultivation from these powerful grand elders.

“So what if it’s Liu Wuxiang? He will lose all the same!” Wei Buyu said plainly, showing no signs of concern.

“Haha, what shameless boasting. Surely you can see through Liu Wuxiang's true strength.” Fengyunzi laughed.

“Cut the crap. The results will speak for themselves. I can’t be bothered wasting my breath trying to upset you, lest you lose face in front of everyone,” Wei Buyu said nonchalantly.

“Hmph!” Fengyunzi snorted coldly and said unhappily, “Alright, let's see what you have to say when Chen Fan falls to Liu Wuxiang."

......

Another one is about to bite the dust.

Chen Fan ignored Liu Wuxiang’s cold killing intent and looked at him like he was looking at a corpse.

Liu Wuxiang looked at Chen Fan coldly. His voice was filled with killing intent, and he talked like he was a grim reaper passing judgment. “Little bastard, you will die here since you ran into me in this round.

“I have to admit, you truly surprised everyone today. You grew to this extent in only a year and a half. It seems you’ve made good use of Senior Brother Duan Jingtian’s Fountain of Life. Điscover new chapters at novelhall.com

“You don’t have to make excuses; I won’t listen to them. Stealing Senior Brother Duan Jingtian's Fountain of Life is a capital offense, one deserving of a thousand deaths. Moreover, you killed Lin Qi earlier. Not even tearing you apart will pay for your sins.”

"Think you can handle me alone?" Chen Fan's lips curled into a mocking smirk.

“That’s right, I’m more than enough!” Liu Wuxiang nodded, looking arrogant.

Tch. Chen Fan sneered and said, “Alright, I won't waste my breath on you. You’re nothing more than a corpse. Show your true cultivation now. You thought you could conceal your Illusory Core realm cultivation from me? You’re the na?ve one, you know that?”

“You saw through it?!” Liu Wuxiang’s expression changed, and his pupils contracted.

The secret technique he had mastered to cloak his aura was supposed to be foolproof. Even Yuan Kun hadn't detected any flaws in it.

Yet, Chen Fan had exposed it straight away. It was like his tail was being stepped on.

“Tch, this negligible skill of yours can be used to hide things from others, but it’s simply laughable to try to hide anything from me,” Chen Fan mocked.

He moved with the swiftness of a thunderbolt, his palm carrying a force akin to lightning, majestic and vast in its reach.

Liu Wuxiang attacked with full force, not holding back in the slightest.

He wanted to eliminate Chen Fan in a single strike, leaving no chance for escape. He was determined to erase any possibility of survival.

Outside the battlefield, the crowd started murmuring among themselves.

“There it is. Liu Wuxiang’s ultimate skill, right from the start!”

“That’s right. The Thunderbolt Palm is an upper-profound tier martial skill. It is among the top of all skills in the same tier. Infused with the power of lightning, its potency rivals even lower-earth tier techniques."

“How terrifying. The force of his palm seems to engulf everything, reminiscent of the wrath of thunder descending upon the world!"

“Chen Fan will face his doom here. His legend is about to end.”

“......”

“How is it, little bastard? You must be scared silly, right? It’s useless! Even if you kneel and beg for mercy now, only death awaits you. Prepare to face your reckoning in the depths of hell. And when you reincarnate, remember to tread carefully, lest you provoke the wrong enemy,” Liu Wuxiang said savagely, as though he could already envision Chen Fan's death.

The towering qi waves were like the surging tides. An overwhelming force rushed over.

Chen Fan stood still like a mountain, allowing his clothes to flutter in the winds.

Suddenly, he raised his arm, clenching his hand into a fist, and he struck out once.

Boom!

The space trembled violently as an overwhelming force erupted from Chen Fan's fist like a cannonball, obliterating everything in its path.

The chaotic atmosphere, once filled with palm seals, now fell into an eerie calm.

Tap! Chen Fan stepped forth, his gaze indifferent, and said, “You were right. Prepare to face your reckoning in the depths of hell. And when you reincarnate, remember to tread carefully, lest you provoke the wrong enemy. I, Chen Fan, am someone you can’t mess with!”

Rumble!

He loosened his fist into a palm and struck out. A colossal wave of power surged forth, crashing down upon Liu Wuxiang.

Caught off guard, Liu Wuxiang couldn't even react before Chen Fan's strike eradicated any trace of life from him.

The whole world went quiet in an instant!