Chapter 672 - Heavenly Book of Seven Fantasies

Chapter 672 - Heavenly Book of Seven Fantasies

Yuan Powang stared at Chen Fan as if he were just prey waiting to be slaughtered.

Despite failing to gain any advantage over Chen Fan in their earlier clash, he didn’t feel frustrated. In fact, a sense of excitement welled up within him.

The reason was clear: Chen Fan’s Flood Dragon Fist Scripture. Its immense power allowed Chen Fan to resist him.

With a heaven-tier martial art in his arsenal, he could fight against Heavenly Star realm experts, ones without a heaven-tier martial art, with just his half-step Heavenly Star realm cultivation.

“Chen Fan, I will give you one last chance. Hand over your secrets and treasures willingly, and I will spare you. Don’t fool yourself into thinking that the heaven-tier martial art will let you stand against me. In that earlier clash, I didn’t even use ten percent of my strength," Yuan Powang said indifferently, filled with an air of superiority and confidence.

It was definitely impossible for Chen Fan to be his match.

“You really talk a lot of nonsense!” Chen Fan replied coldly.

“You’re still being stubborn, I see. Since that is the case, then don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

With that, Yuan Powang moved. In a flash, he stepped into the air, like lightning. An overwhelming power surrounded him, making him seem like an immortal descending from the ninth heaven.

But Chen Fan refused to back down. Flood dragon silhouettes swirled around him, and a deafening dragon’s roar echoed, shaking the void around them.

Chen Fan raised his hand and struck out at Yuan Powang. Immediately, a ferocious flood dragon swept out, shattering the void as it darted toward Yuan Powang.

“Annihilate!” shouted Yuan Powang, materializing a sharp sword before him. He slashed toward the flood dragon charging at him, tearing through the void as if it were mere fabric.

The sword clashed fiercely with the flood dragon, and a deafening sound echoed.

Rumble!

A horrifying storm swept out, shattering the space around them and plunging the area into chaos. A desolate wind blew, and heaven and earth turned ice-cold.

Chen Fan spun in the air. The flood dragon silhouette at his back was incomparably domineering.

He was thrusting his palms so fast that they seemed like a blur as he sent flood dragon seals. Each strike made the very space tremble, as though mountains themselves were crashing toward Yuan Powang.

Everyone in the surrounding area was dumbfounded by the horrifying scene.

Hiss!

The people in the surrounding area were dumbstruck, and their mouths went dry.

They had been debating whether Chen Fan could defy the heavens and kill a Heavenly Star realm expert at the eighth or ninth level. Now, in a single strike, he had sent the half-step Heavenly Star realm Yuan Powang flying.

This was too shocking!

Yuan Powang steadied himself, his expression dark and thunderous.

A half-step Heavenly Star realm expert like him had been sent flying by Chen Fan, a seventh-level Divine Nascent realm brat. It was a disgrace beyond words.

A wave of anger swept out from his chest. His aura instantly boiled over, twisting the surrounding space.

He fixed Chen Fan with a murderous glare, his chest heaving with the fury he could barely contain.

"Hmph, I see I’ve underestimated you," he growled, his voice dripping with venom. "But that’s fine. Now, you've earned the right to face me at my full strength!.”

The fact that a seventh-level Divine Nascent realm cultivator had dared to send him flying—no matter how unscathed he was—was a humiliation he could never erase. It was a stain on his pride that would haunt him forever.

“Heavenly Book of Seven Fantasies!”

Swish!

A book appeared in Yuan Powang’s hand, its pages unfurling in an instant. A mass of pure, vast and deeply profound primeval qi surged forth like a tidal wave, whipping up winds that roared across the battlefield.

Yuan Powang had stumbled upon this strange book in a dangerous location by chance. Its powers were unfathomable and immense.

As soon as the heavenly book appeared, countless silhouettes of fairies appeared on it, circling around Yuan Powang, making him seem like a peerless immortal king.

He stood upon an immortal cloud, a river of stars cascading above his head. His palm transformed into a sharp hook, tearing through the very fabric of the heavens.

A massive claw surged forth, the force distorting space itself. A brilliant light shot out, piercing through space-time, and a torrent of destructive divine light erupted, obliterating the very laws of nature.

“Kid, to have forced me to wield the Heavenly Book of Seven Fantasies to deal with you, even if you die, you can smile your way to the underworld!

“Now, go to hell! Heavenly Book of Seven Fantasies, Claw of Arrogance!”