Chen Fan’s words came as the funniest joke to Murong Ting, and he laughed out loud. His tone dripped with mockery and disdain. “What? You want to take my head? Hahahaha, you, kill me, Murong Ting? Bring my head back to your sect and claim the reward? You must be dreaming!” Let alone the difference in cultivation level between Chen Fan and him, even the difference in their background was like heaven and earth. Although they had only traded blows briefly, Murong Ting could tell that Chen Fan had an ordinary background. If it weren’t, his martial arts wouldn’t be stuck at the quasi-immortal tier. In terms of cultivation, Chen Fan was weaker. In terms of background, he was completely outclassed. Even if it was the ranking in strength of the sects they belonged to, the Apex Mystic Sect was ahead of the Featherlight Sect. What could Chen Fan use to kill him? “You sad little brat, did you think that was my full strength earlier? How laughable. Whatever, it’s time for this game of cat and mouse to end. Let me show you what reality looks like.” Murong Ting shook his head with a look of pity. His aura surged. A terrifying aura blossomed from him. Robust, true primeval condensed into three light disks behind him, resembling three suns. Chen Fan suddenly narrowed his eyes fiercely. A faint flicker of strange light flashed in their depths, and the corner of his mouth lifted into a subtle smirk. Light erupted from him, and murderous qi surged violently. Violent streams of energy surged outward with him at the center. Murong Ting stood proudly in the air, like a high and mighty deity looking down at Chen Fan. His voice rumbled like thunder. “Brat, it’s time for you to wake up from your dreams. It’s time for you to die. Your head belongs to me. Peace Ushering Triple Suns, die!” In an instant, divine light shone brightly from the three sun disks suspended behind him, dazzling many. It illuminated the world even more brightly, and a dangerous aura swept out from above. The three sun disks trembled slightly, then instantly accelerated and rotated like three high-speed wheels, violently tearing the surrounding air into shreds. Carrying a terrifying, despairing aura, they rushed towards Chen Fan. The space rippled violently, stirring layers of storm. Deep inside that storm, the three blazing disks tore through everything in their path, ready to swallow him whole. Chen Fan’s clothing clattered loudly as it shook violently. Sharp gusts cut across his cheek like knives, sending waves of pain through him. Staring at the incoming disks, his pupils shrank to pinpoints. “Pine Crane Longevity Fist!” Like a whale taking in water, he took a breath, and his chest swelled up. Next, he exhaled with force. The source of this content ɪs novel_fіre.net He sprang forward like a fully compressed spring suddenly released, launching himself at the incoming disks like a cannonball. The air was torn apart, producing a noise like rolling thunder. A piercing cry echoed across heaven and earth—the cry of an immortal crane. Chen Fan seemed to have transformed into an incomparably majestic immortal crane, with claws that could tear through everything, destroying even heaven and earth. It was his strongest martial art, a basic immortal art. His mastery of the Pine Crane Longevity Fist had reached major mastery. With the augmentation of the Great Dharma of Slaughter, the might of this basic immortal art was pushed to the limit. Simultaneously, the Heaven and Earth Furnace rumbled, releasing endless strength throughout him. He had also activated his level 43 Hegemonic Golden Body fully, raising his defense and strength to their peak. Chen Fan had unleashed all his strength—everything he had—into one incomparably dazzling punch. “Hmm?” Murong Ting sensed the terrifying aura coming from Chen Fan, and he couldn’t help but raise his eyebrow. However, he wasn’t worried in the slightest. In his eyes, this desperate strike could never overcome his Peace Ushering Triple Suns. A moment later, Chen Fan collided fiercely with the three disks of light. A terrifying burst of energy exploded outward, blindingly bright. The shockwave that followed would’ve startled even a Greater Legend. Murong Ting watched as the three disks of light swallowed Chen Fan whole. For a moment, they trembled violently, then stabilized. He smiled at the outcome. As expected, even a reckless, life-risking move from Chen Fan couldn’t shake his trump card. “Five hundred immortal stones, five hundred contribution points...” Murong Ting revealed a triumphant smile. He exhaled, relaxing. Then, everything suddenly changed. Jagged fractures split across the three sun disks, dark like bottomless gullies. Before Murong Ting could react, the disks shattered completely. Next, a figure covered in blood rushed out. This figure held a bloody ax up high. Resplendent blood-colored light blossomed wildly, piercing through space. The aura it gave off was overwhelming. A terrifying power had awakened. “A mid-grade immortal artifact!” Murong Ting turned pale from fright. Murong Ting’s face went pale. That aura made his soul tremble. He recognized it instantly. The ax was no ordinary weapon—it was a genuine mid-grade immortal artifact. Chen Fan chopped down violently with the Blood Ax. The terrifying ax light turned into a blood-colored ray, shattering the space and arriving in front of Murong Ting in an instant. Murong Ting never saw it coming. Worse, they were now so close that it was already too late to react. All he could do was watch as the ax came down. His protective true primeval shattered instantly, exposing a thin, purple vest underneath. The ax light slammed into the vest, which shimmered with divine luster but didn’t break. However, Murong Ting let out a miserable scream as he spewed blood fiercely. Suddenly, a supreme silhouette appeared behind Murong Ting, radiating terrifying might. When it emerged, heavenly laws descended from the void and enveloped Murong Ting. This silhouette resembled Murong Ting about seventy percent. It was none other than Murong Qing, his father, and an Immortal King of the Murong Clan. This silhouette was an immortal will Murong Qing had left on Murong Ting, which would only appear when he was in danger of losing his life. That slash from Chen Fan earlier threatened Murong Ting’s life, so he appeared. An aura that made Chen Fan’s soul tremble swept out when the immortal will silhouette appeared. He spread out his Wings of Rain Dragon almost reflexively. The wild power of the golden-winged roc burst from him, forming a streak of golden light as he shot into the distance, every movement done in a single breath, not a moment wasted. Murong Qing’s immortal will locked onto Chen Fan. His dignified voice resounded through heaven and earth, “You want to leave after hurting my son?”