Chapter 506 - Battling Young Master Xue Jia

Chapter 506 - Battling Young Master Xue Jia

“Where’s Chen Fan? Where is Chen Fan? Come out and accept your death!”

A devastating arc of ax light cleaved through the air as if rending heaven and earth itself.

Over a dozen Spring Autumn Sect disciples were instantly cut down, their screams silenced before they could even escape.

The voice belonged to a towering figure.

He was muscular and stood over ten feet tall, wielding a colossal ax that exuded a menacing aura. His presence was more akin to a wild beast than a man.

“Young Master Xue Jia, it’s Young Master Xue Jia!” Someone from the Spring Autumn Sect’s side immediately cried out in fear.

Young Master Xue Jia had made a name for himself by killing Li Fan, owner of the fifth position on the Geniuses of Heaven Leaderboard.

Among the blood demons, he stood out for his unconventional stature and demeanor.

While other blood demons were frail and pale, emanating chilling auras from their demonic cultivation techniques, Young Master Xue Jia was a giant in comparison, looking wild and domineering.

“Hmph, that’s me alright. Now, die!” Young Master Xue Jia smiled coldly. His aura ravaged heaven and earth. With a wave of his thick arm, a terrifying light immediately swept out. No one could block it. Even the Spring Autumn Sect’s holy disciples turned pale and retreated quickly.

Xue Jia was about to kill another group of Spring Autumn Sect disciples; suddenly, the space shook.

A sharp spear silhouette shot forth, striking the ax light and destroying it, saving the Spring Autumn Sect disciples from a terrible fate.

Another loud explosion suddenly rang out.

Boom!

A gigantic golden palm descended, smashing several blood demons into pulp. An immensely powerful figure emerged—it was Chen Fan.

“Hmph, how dare you demons attack our sect. All of you shall die!” Chen Fan's gaze was icy cold as his aura flared. Wielding an iron spear, he charged into the midst of the blood demons like a streak of light.

Screams erupted from the blood demons as Chen Fan rampaged through their ranks, mercilessly slaughtering everyone in his path and creating a wide space.

The Spring Autumn Sect disciples cheered, their morale skyrocketing.

His aura surged from head to toe, his immense strength simmering intensely.

Chen Fan could sense Young Master Xue Jia’s strength. It was like an ancient ferocious beast resting within him. If it were awakened, only corpses would be left behind.

Boom!

Chen Fan struck. True primeval gushed out, transforming into a gigantic palm that covered the sky and hurtled toward Young Master Xue Jia.

Woo, woo, woo. Woo, woo, woo...

The sound of wind rang out mournfully. The air in space quickly escaped, setting off a monstrous wave. A scene that resembled the end of the world appeared.

“Hmph, I’ll see what you have to say after I cut you down!” said Young Master Xue Jia with a contemptuous gaze. He was indifferent to the approaching palm strike, slashing out with his ax with a wave of his arm.

Gechi!

The space tore apart like fabric. The ax light was heavy and sharp, easily slicing through Chen Fan's gigantic palm seal like it was tofu.

“Die!” roared Young Master Xue Jia. His killing intent shook the heavens as it surged.

As he stepped forth, the space seemed to produce a cracking noise. He shot out like a catapult, raised his ax high, and chopped down at Chen Fan.

Woo, woo, woo...

Chen Fan felt a wave of terrifying, crushing pressure bearing down on him as Young Master Xue Jia closed in.

“Die!” Young Master Xue Jia chopped down violently. His ax rumbled as if splitting heaven and earth apart.

The attack seemed ready to sweep across the universe, unstoppable by anything.

Chen Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, cold light shooting out of them. He realized that Xue Jia would be a troublesome opponent, as he was even stronger than Duan Jingtian.

Yet, fear was absent from Chen Fan's heart.

His blood was boiling inside. With a shake of his arm, the iron spear flew out like a fierce dragon. There was no finesse, no technique—just a clash of raw power.