The jade booklet he had received when he joined the sect mentioned the bitter feud between the Featherlight Sect and the Apex Mystic Sect. Though he didn’t know the origin of the conflict, one thing was clear: the hostility between them was irreconcilable. So, Murong Ting attacking him because of their statuses, even though the two of them didn’t know one another, was very normal. In the Apex Mystic Sect, the heads of Featherlight Sect disciples carried high value; the reverse held true as well. Facing Murong Ting’s chilling words, Chen Fan extinguished the blazing flames on him and curled his lips, revealing two rows of white teeth. He rubbed his head and said with a smile, “My head is right here. Come take it.” Murong Ting also wore a smile on his face and nodded. “Alright!” Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novel★fire.net The space within a thousand meters immediately trembled violently. Energy surged, light blazed across the sky, and the very laws of the world burst forth in a frenzy, sweeping through heaven and earth. Murong Ting was confident. Since Chen Fan ran into him here, he would get that head. His peak Greater Legendary realm aura rippled out like the roaring sea. The laws in the surrounding space shone densely, erupting with intense lights of law, making Murong Ting seem unparalleled. Chen Fan’s gaze also turned serious in an instant. His aura also skyrocketed, shaking the space. Facing Murong Ting, he had no choice but to fight seriously. Murong Ting wasn’t just stronger in cultivation, but he also came from an Immortal Emperor clan. His techniques and foundation ran deeper than even prodigies from Immortal King clans, like Gu Xun. If even Gu Xun could fight those above his level, Murong Ting likely had combat strength comparable to an Invincible Legend when he used his full strength. Chen Fan had to take him seriously. Light immediately shot out from Murong Ting’s eyes. His overwhelming aura loomed like storm clouds, shrouding the area in oppressive darkness, enough to make hearts race. His aura tumbled like the sea. It was as if his hands had turned into two heavenly monuments that suppressed heaven and earth. With each wave, palm seals rained down, heavy as mountains, slamming toward Chen Fan and smothering the surrounding space. The entire heaven and earth stirred violently, trembling because of the heavenly monuments pressing down. Ghostly images seemed to appear on the monuments, suppressed souls wailing in agony, adding to the dread as they barreled toward Chen Fan, shredding space in their path. Chen Fan’s eyes shone brightly, and he felt enormous pressure in his heart. Murong Ting’s true strength was terrifying. The heavenly monument palm seals were like numerous Five Finger Mountains of Tathagata Buddha, while Chen Fan was like the monkey king about to be suppressed under the mountain, unable to overthrow the Heavenly Court. Chen Fan also soared into the sky. His aura erupted violently, splitting the qi current that was pressing toward him. His eyes turned icy. Fists clenched tight, and from within him came the roar of a dragon. His aura took the shape of a golden dragon coiling around him. He punched at the heavenly monuments, throwing punches like meteorites that broke through heaven and earth. The streams of fist force tore through the air like flood dragons emerging from the sea. Hundreds, if not thousands, of collisions happened in a flash. The entire space shook violently. Terrifying storms swept out in all directions, razing the nearby hills to the ground. Even the flaming monsters nearby were blasted off the ground, flung through the air by the storm of clashing forces. Their blazing flames flickered, nearly extinguished. Enraged, they roared into the sky. “Interesting. It’s no wonder you’re so arrogant.” Seeing his first wave of attacks blocked, the smile on Murong Ting’s face became colder. This was getting exciting. Killing Chen Fan with a casual palm strike would’ve been too dull. There’d be no sense of accomplishment. “All-Encompassing Heavenly Monuments, suppress!” Murong Ting struck through space with both hands. Instantly, ten heavenly monuments materialized above, each radiating a crushing aura. They aligned in a grand ten-point formation, spinning slowly as they descended toward Chen Fan with terrifying force. Chen Fan felt like an ancient divine mountain was crashing into him again and again. His qi and blood surged violently, and he was forced downward. He crashed to the ground. His feet sank into the earth, displaying the terrifying might of the All-Encompassing Heavenly Monuments Grand Formation. However, a demonic roar resounded through the clouds. Demonic clouds converged on Chen Fan. Then, the silhouette of an indomitable demon god appeared behind him. Not even heaven and earth could make it bend its waist. Chen Fan straightened his spine. His gaze burned with demonic pride, as if he alone upheld this part of the world. He raised his palm toward the crushing monuments. The air exploded from Chen Fan’s grasp. The Hand of Demon was like a palm that held up heaven and earth, lifting the ten heavenly monuments. His five fingers were like pillars of the sky, slowly closing together. “Hoho, your momentum is not bad, but your power? Still lacking.” He unleashed his full aura. The ten heavenly monuments gripped by the Hand of Demon flared with force, each one surging with energy, hammering at the giant palm to tear it apart. “Is that so? Then what about this?” Chen Fan was unfazed. Starry light suddenly blossomed from him. Stars appeared around the Hand of Demon, stabilizing the wild spatial turbulence. The crushed demon fingers slowly closed again under the celestial reinforcement. The massive hand clenched tighter. Cracks spiderwebbed across the ten heavenly monuments, unable to withstand the crushing force Although both the Hand of Demon and the Nine Heavens Astral Sutra were only quasi-immortal arts, not even basic immortal arts, their fusion unleashed power nearly on par with one. In addition, there was the Great Dharma of Slaughter to amplify its attacking power, making it strong enough to destroy the low-grade immortal art Murong Ting used. Finally, when the five demon fingers completely closed together, and the Hand of Demon turned into a fist, the ten heavenly monuments shattered, turning into nothingness. “How unexpected. I’ve underestimated you!” There still wasn’t any change in Murong Ting’s expression, though his gaze toward Chen Fan became slightly more serious. Although Chen Fan was only in the early-stage Greater Legendary realm, he was no weaker than a peak Greater Legend. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to destroy Murong Ting’s All-Encompassing Heavenly Monuments. “There’s more you didn’t expect,” Chen Fan said calmly, staring him down. “Like the fact that you won’t be taking my head, but I’ll be taking yours. Chen Fan looked straight at Murong Ting, his voice indifferent, but he carried a powerful aura.