Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 462 - My Name is Chen Fan

Heaven and earth fell silent.

Everyone stared at the mist of blood that floated in the sky, feeling as if their souls had shattered.

With a single spear thrust, Lu Yang, the third-level Core Formation realm expert, was dead!

“He’s dead! Lu Clan’s patriarch is dead!”

“Heavens, what did I just see? That young man killed him with a single stab. Such terrifying strength!”

“No wonder they dared to cause trouble today. They have the strength to back it up.”

“......”

Very soon, the entire Qin Clan mansion erupted into a commotion.

“Patriarch!”

“Patriarch!”

On the Lu Clan’s side, everyone came to their senses, each of them crying tears of blood. Someone had killed their patriarch in public with a single attack; he couldn’t even defend himself in the slightest.

Zhu Han’s back was drenched in a layer of cold sweat. Terrified, he looked at Chen Fan, who stood still holding his spear.

“This guy...”

Nangong Baxiong’s gaze flickered intensely as he looked at Chen Fan; his aura was wildly domineering. He was also shaken inside, in disbelief at what he’d just seen.

He knew Chen Fan was very strong, but he didn’t know Chen Fan could kill someone at the third level so effortlessly now. The most unsettling part was that he couldn't discern Chen Fan's cultivation level.

Qin Wudi, Nangong Ling, and the others’ gazes turned icy.

They hadn’t expected someone to disrupt Qin Jian and Nangong Qingshuang’s wedding and murder people in public. This was not a good omen. This was a blatant provocation toward them and a slap to their faces.

Chen Fan looked over, meeting Qin Wudi’s murderous gaze, and said, “You’re Qin Wudi, right? You’re the one who used your clan's power to issue a kill order on my father, correct? We came here today for an explanation. I can give you a way out. Cripple your cultivation, and I’ll spare your Qin Clan. Otherwise, the Qin Clan will cease to exist from today on!”

His words resounded, shaking everyone’s souls. The crowd couldn't believe what they had just heard.

If Qin Wudi didn’t meet his demands, he would wipe out the Qin Clan. Was he crazy? How could he make such an outrageous demand?

Did he really think he could take on the mighty Qin Clan after killing Lu Yang?

How na?ve!

Several Core Formation realm experts from the Qin Clan immediately shouted in anger, their gazes fierce and cold. They released their auras, sweeping across the mansion. An atmosphere of intense oppression fell on the Qin Clan residence.

“Insolence!”

“Audacious!”

“You’re courting death!”

As the number one great clan of the imperial city, the Qin Clan had over a thousand years of heritage. They had over twenty experts in the Core Formation realm. It was truly a behemoth, one not easily provoked.

Yet, here stood a youth demanding their patriarch cripple his own cultivation before countless onlookers, threatening to annihilate the Qin Clan. It was a blatant humiliation.

Rumble!

The Qin Clan elder presiding over the wedding was Qin Zhong. Being at the fifth level, he was considered an absolute higher-up of the Qin Clan.

His icy gaze turned tangible, and an aura so cold it sealed heaven and earth appeared, altering the weather and making snowflakes drift down from the skies. A chilling intent swept across, sending a bone-deep shiver through everyone present.

“Little bastard, do you know that your words have earned you a million deaths?! Now, I’ll also offer you a way out. Cripple your cultivation, kneel for three years in front of our Qin Clan’s gates, and we’ll spare your worthless life. Otherwise, die!”

The crowd’s souls trembled violently.

Chen Fan couldn’t be bothered talking nonsense with him. He simply wiggled his index finger at Qin Zhong contemptuously.

“Come on!”

The gesture angered Qin Zhong to the point of smoking from his seven orifices. Clouds and mist formed above his head, and he nearly passed out from being angered by Chen Fan’s mockery.

Unable to contain his fury any longer, Qin Zhong erupted with rage.

An ice crystal-like qi pillar rushed out from his skull, spreading an even colder aura that formed a layer of frost on the ground, producing cracking noises.

“Hold on!” a voice interrupted. It was Nangong Ling. “No need for you to take action, Qin Zhong. Back then, we let Chen Zhengqing escape with this sinful bastard. Today, let our Nangong Clan capture him ourselves!”

He turned to a Sun Bloodline elder behind him and said, “Nangong Zhao, you go!”

“Yes!”

Nangong Zhao’s cultivation and strength were second only to Nangong Ling among the elders of the Sun Bloodline and on par with Qin Zhong.

Nangong Ling hadn’t done that to give Chen Fan an easy time. Rather, it was a strategic move to demonstrate his stance and align more closely with the Qin Clan's interests.

Nangong Zhao flew up with his hands behind his back. His clothing fluttered in the wind, making him look like an immortal.

“If my guess isn’t wrong, Wang Dongfan, you hid your true cultivation level back then.”

“Wang Dongfan...” Chen Fan smiled at hearing the name and said, “My name is Chen Fan. Wang Dongfan is just an alias of mine. Of course, whether it’s Wang Dongfan or Chen Fan, they’re both me.”

“Chen Fan? He said his name is Chen Fan?”

A commotion broke out in the crowd below.

“Is there a problem?” Someone asked, looking puzzled.

“Problem? If he’s that Chen Fan from the Spring Autumn Sect... That’s a big freaking problem! I heard that half a year ago, something huge happened in that sect. A newly promoted holy disciple engaged in a life-and-death battle with a veteran holy disciple named Feng Tianxia. The newbie killed the veteran expert who was at the sixth level, shaking the entire sect. Chen Fan is that newbie—the number two holy disciple of the Spring Autumn Sect, second only to Duan Jingtian!”

As soon as those words were out for everyone to hear, the clamor among the crowd intensified.

“Right, I have also heard about this. The Spring Autumn Sect’s Chen Fan seems to have set up a three-year agreement with Duan Jingtian; it caused quite a stir in the Great Chu Empire over two years ago.”

“Heavens, is he that Chen Fan from the Spring Autumn Sect?”

Countless people sized up Chen Fan once more, their eyes flickering with curiosity and shock.

Although the Spring Autumn Sect was far from the imperial city, news of such significance couldn't be contained. It had spread to the imperial city long ago and caused quite a commotion there a few months ago.

Nangong Zhao heard the crowd’s discussion below as well. His expression changed drastically, and he swallowed hard.

If Chen Fan was indeed the Spring Autumn Sect’s holy disciple Chen Fan, then he was simply courting death by challenging Chen Fan!

Chen Fan looked at the stiffened Nangong Zhao with a vague smile, shifted his gaze onto Nangong Xuan, and said, “Old geezer, someone from the Nangong Clan is about to attack me. What do you say?

“I’m asking you now. This trash wants to attack me. Are you giving your silent approval? If so, then I have no need to show any mercy. That also means that you can give up on your position as the Grand Elder from today onward!”

Chen Fan's words sent another shockwave through the crowd.