Chapter 510 - Lay Them Low With One Strike (2/2)

“Why is Chen Beixuan so powerful? Could it be that he had already reached the peak of the Immortal State?” Ghost Hag murmured.

The Spirit King’s mind raced as he tried to process the situation while the Fire Snake Lord bad-mouthed Chen Fan out of frustration.

Leng Jianfeng had used his Four Righteousness Qi to protect Guo Nuannuan and her travel companions, otherwise, they would have already been killed by the shock waves.

The Ancestral Patriarch of Hong Sect, Dragon Lord and the Sword Bearer of the Lin Family stood outside of the Valley of No Return and looked troubled.

They thought they had been cautious and played safe by attacking Chen Fan together, but Chen Fan’s might had still caught them off guard. Sword Bearer was the weakest of the three, and he was winded by Chen Fan’s counter-attack.

“Chen Beixuan, we underestimated you. I think your power is on par with Ye Qincang.” Ancestral Patriarch of Hong Sect said heavily.

“Regardless, you need to abide by the non-aggression pact.”

The Sword Bearer said impa.s.sively.

Chen Fan didn’t waste his energy on talking, so he started an art and tapped into the Lightning Element Essence Qi around him.

Countless tendrils of electricity zig-zagged across the valley and converged around Chen Fan. The energy churned the clouds in the sky and turned them into dark clouds of flashes of lightning hidden within. A storm was on its way.

The Essence Qi formed countless cracking lightning in Chen Fan’s palm.

Blue fingers of electricity shot out from Chen Fan and spilled out a was of blue light, painting Chen Fan’s face with the color of the thunder G.o.d.

“Let’s fight then.”

The man in the azure outfit heaved a sigh.

The three of them focused their attention on the young man. They knew that this battle had reached a point of no return. All the while, they couldn’t get over how much this young man had reminded them of someone else.

“He is charging up a deadly spell, don’t let him succeed.”

The Ancestral Patriarch of Hong Sect shouted out a warning.

His body flickered and turned into seven illusions that charged at Chen Fan from all directions.

Each illusion form used a different kind of martial arts: Xing Yi Fist, Eight Trigrams Fist, Tai Chi Fist… He threw all seven Martial arts he had mastered at Chen Fan. So proficient was his skills in other sect’s techniques, that even the Grandmasters of those sects would pale in comparison.

In the end, all these seven attacks merged into one in the form of an Energy Palm strike.

The palm has the color of white jade, and it drifted across the sky, churning the clouds as it dove down on Chen Fan with the weight of a mountain.

“Thousand Illusions of Rolling Cloud”

Among all of the deadly arts in the Hong Sect, the most potent one would allow the user to combine thirteen different kinds of Martial arts techniques to create a devastating attack. The founder of the Hong Sect had used this art while he fought against the Great Magus of the Dark Witch Sect.

“Sthhh.”

The man in azure outfit blew into the flute again and made a high pitch screech. Suddenly a gust of energy came up around him, puffing up his large sleeves as a five-meter long sound blade appeared as if from nowhere.

This unique blade was made out of condensed air that moved like fingers. It’s sharp edge reciprocated back and forth like a saw. It was sharp enough to slice open an armored vehicle.

“Shu!”

The sound blade whizzed across the sky and plunged into Chen Fan.

The Sword Bearer’s face flushed red and the light grew brighter in his eyes as he charged up his energy. He brought the sword over his head with both hands, and hacked down with abandon.

“Kacha!”

A flash of lightning nearly blinded everyone.

This Blade Aura was over four meters long and it’s cold light illuminated the entire Valley of No Return. It swam around, bending and twisting its body as it went.

“Sword Reining Art of the Lin Family: Sword of the Swimming Dragon ”

The second round of attack was much more potent than the last one. It pushed and pulled the Essence Qi in the valley, creating heavy pressure on the onlookers’ chests.

However, Chen Fan was unfazed by it all.

Without even casting a glance at his attackers, he made a few hand signs and shot out both arms. Suddenly, a crackling lightning ball appeared in between his palms, and one could vaguely see a Talisman Inscription hidden inside the ball of energy.

Chen Fan didn’t look up until the three attacks were only a dozen meters away from him.

“Art of Thousand Thunders!”

Chen Fan shouted and lifted up the lightning ball with both hands.

The lighting ball crackled as it transformed into the shape of a blade. The Talisman Inscription also surfaced from within the ball of energy to the body of the blade. These talisman Inscriptions were as ancient as the first flash of lightning that landed on earth. It gave the blade the power to command all the flashes of lightning that had fallen and will fall into this world.

“Boom!”

Suddenly, countless explosions erupted in the sky as a dozen or so sizzling lightning bolts slammed down to earth. These deadly lightning bolts covered a huge swath of land.

Each and every one of the crackling chains of lightning was as thick as a human’s thigh. They struck the ground relentlessly and outright pulverized whatever it landed on.

“Puuth!”

Under everyone’s shocking glare, the overbearing Cloud Hand was shattered as the Ancestral Patriarch of Hong Sect scrambled to get out of harm’s way. The Sword Bearer was stricken by one of the lightning bolts and pa.s.sed out immediately.

The Dragon Lord was the only person who was unharmed by the downpour of lightning. However, his sound blades were all but destroyed before they could reach their target.

The valley suddenly became pin-drop quiet.

Everyone gaped at Chen Fan in utter disbelief.

Chen Fan had defeated three Immortal State Warriors all by himself!

That was unbelievable!