novel-bin Chapter 300 - Illusory Core Realm
Chapter 300 - Illusory Core Realm
Chapter 300 - Illusory Core Realm
Zhao Hong had caught up to Chen Fan in mere moments.
“Bastard, go to hell!”
A blade light chopped down violently. The space crackled, and frost quickly formed, turning the landscape into a scene reminiscent of deep winter.
It was the work of the Blizzard Blade Art—an upper-profound tier martial skill.
The technique was as cold as it was brutal, making it seem as if the world around them vanished, leaving nothing but the snow-like blade light slashing violently through the air.
This rage-filled blade from Zhao Hong left a path of destruction in its wake, capable of fighting an army of thousands.
Suddenly, Chen Fan felt as if he had been thrown into an icy pit.
A piercing cold enveloped him, penetrating his defenses and threatening to freeze him solid despite his protective primeval force.
Chen Fan quickly mobilized and unleashed his qi.
“Break!”
In the Heaven Seizing Furnace, the rolling magma from hell boiled unceasingly. The invading chill was like a rat running into a cat; it quickly disappeared.
Death loomed over Chen Fan as the icy blade light bore down on him, aiming to cleave him in two.
Still, Chen Fan remained utterly composed, his mind as serene as still water.
With a swift movement, Chen Fan's muscles snapped into action like a bowstring being released, propelling the Heaven Piercing Spear forward with unmatched power.
Rumble!
It met the Blizzard Blade Art's icy assault head-on. The collision unleashed a thunderous roar that nearly burst the onlookers’ eardrums.
The impact generated a devastating storm that wreaked havoc in all directions, making the ground tremble. The nearby houses and pavilions shook violently, producing creaking noises, and collapsed with a loud bang.
The force of the collision sent Chen Fan flying backward. He had to stomp heavily in the air to counteract the momentum.
“Little bastard, you can forget about escaping tonight!”
As could be expected from someone at the ninth level, Zhao Hong was not affected by the winds. The qi around him rampaged. His icy aura cut through the chaotic wind, aiming another fierce blade strike at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan, stoic and unyielding, countered with three stabs from the Heaven Piercing Spear, each aimed at the oncoming attack.
Boom, boom, boom!
With every thrust, the spear's tip rubbed violently against the air and directly burst into flames. They were like three suns, rushing out and burning the flow of air until it collapsed. The air ahead was compressed to the point it was as hard as steel.
The blade light shattered, and the blizzard was annihilated.
“Haha, die!” Chen Fan was pushed back and landed on the ground. He laughed out loud and quickly forced his way into a room. Immediately, miserable screams rang out.
“Ah! Bastard! You bastard! I’ll skin you alive!”
Seeing Chen Fan using the opportunity to kill more Zhao Clan members, Zhao Hong and the others were infuriated and hurriedly went after him.
However, just as the five landed on the ground, the room's roof suddenly blew up, and Chen Fan shot up into the sky.
Unfurling the Wings of Rain Dragon, he made his escape. The last maneuver had been a mere ruse to create an opening for his escape.
“Crap, we fell for his trick!”
Zhao Hong’s expression sank. He hurriedly rushed into the sky to stop Chen Fan.
“Farewell, for now. This marks our second encounter, but rest assured, it won't be our last. The next time I visit will be the end of the Zhao Clan!” Chen Fan’s cold and cruel voice rang out, sending chills into Zhao Hong and the others’ hearts.
“Bastard, you want to leave? Not happening!” Zhao Hong shouted angrily and chased after him.
Suddenly, a terrifying aura spread out from the Zhao Clan’s rear mountain.
A piercing whistle cut through the air; the sound waves swept across the distance instantly, crashing into Chen Fan with the force of a tidal wave.
Poof!
Chen Fan's protective barrier, forged from his primeval force, was shredded effortlessly.
The sound wave slammed onto Chen Fan like a huge mountain, sending him flying backward and making him spew blood. The distinct sound of his ribs cracking was audible in the silent aftermath of the attack.
As Chen Fan flew back, struggling to regain control, a landslide occurred at the Zhao Clan’s rear mountain, and the earth split. Then, a small mountain blew up, and countless rocks flew out in all directions.
Rumble!
Amidst this chaos, a figure emerged in the sky. With just a step forward, he traversed the space as if it had folded upon itself, appearing instantly in the Zhao Clan's front yard.
The newcomer was someone old, and his hair and beard were completely white, but his aura was incomparably powerful, far surpassing Zhao Hong’s.
Chen Fan did not bother to wipe away the fresh blood at the corners of his mouth. He stared at this old figure, and his pupils shrank.
“Core Formation realm powerhouse!”
However, Chen Fan’s gaze lit up immediately.
“No, he’s not in the Core Formation realm, but the Illusory Core realm!”
He had seen his fair share of Core Formation realm powerhouses. For example, the Calm Sun Marquis, Chu Feng, was a genuine first-level Core Formation realm expert.
However, the aura of this old man before his eyes was not as powerful as Chu Feng’s, even though it was far greater than that of someone at the ninth level.