Chapter 957 - Defeated in a Blink (1/2)

Nine was too few?

Even Xiao Hong was astonished after hearing what Chen Fan said.

The nine elites of the Longevity Roll stood in the sky with their True Essence surging to the limit, as if there were nine suns. Some of them were cold like ghosts, some roared like fiends, some were surrounded by Sword Qi and some had a bright blade aura. The weakest one among them was a peak-stage Golden Core Cultivator, while their leader, Xiao Hong, was unpredictable and had already become a Half Heavenly Lord.

When nine elites worked together, even the old cultivators like Lin Shan or the Sect Master of the Ghost Underworld Sect might not be able to win.

But Chen Fan thought he didn’t have enough opponents.

“Haha, Elixir Monarch Chen, are you saying this just because you’re scared?” Lin Xiao mocked Chen Fan.

“Who said you could talk?”

Chen Fan grunted and swayed his hand.

“Slap!”

There seemed to be an invisible hand that gave Lin Xiao a slap. His Spirit Treasures then shone and were instantly cracked. It seemed as if he had just been hit by a train and he crashed against the Xuantian Mountain, creating a giant hole.

When the disciples of the Reincarnation Sect flew over, all of Lin Xiao’s bones were fractured. He spurted out golden blood and was close to death.

Countless people were terrified.

Lin Xiao was the Grand Elder’s most adored descendant and he had a sixth-grade Golden Core. And yet, he couldn’t even withstand Chen Fan’s slap.

“How dare you!”

The elders of the Reincarnation Sect were enraged.

Although Lin Xiao was the one who had been slapped, the Grand Elder of the Reincarnation Sect was actually the one being humiliated. He immediately looked serious.

But he was a powerful Grand Elder. He then said expressionlessly, “Elixir Monarch Chen, you just gave him a small punishment. The nine elites are still waiting for you. As an Elixir Monarch, you should teach them something.”

“Right, Elixir Monarch Chen. Please don’t reject them,” said the Sect Master of the Ghost Underworld Sect.

The Sect Masters and elders looked at Chen Fan. They had already let out their True Essence and were ready to attack if Chen Fan rejected the fight.

Chen Fan didn’t realize that; he only looked at Xiao Hong and the others.

“Just you nine?”

“We’ll talk about it after you beat all of us.” The Liyang Sword Lord sneered. Xiao Hong stood in the sky fiercely with his hands behind him like a mountain and he remained silent.

“Once I attack, you’re all going to die. Don’t say that I never warned you if something happens to you,” Chen Fan said.

“Haha!”

The elites burst into laughter.

“Elixir Monarch Chen, we don’t care if we live or die. Just do your worst.” Gongsun Kui laughed as his hair fluttered in the wind. He was surrounded by a golden aura and he glittered like the Divine Prince of the sun.

“All right!”

Chen Fan put down the gla.s.s and flew to the sky.

Everyone held their breath.

This astonis.h.i.+ng battle had finally begun. Even Jun Aochen and Gu Xiaoyi sat upright and looked up, while the other cultivators were extremely excited.

On one side, there were nine elites and Xiao Hong who ranked seventh on the Longevity Roll.

And on the other was the Elixir Monarch, Chen Beixuan, who had defeated an entire family by himself.

This would certainly be an earth-shattering battle. The Divine Powers and secret arts shown here would still be remembered thousands of years later. n.o.body knew how many elites would rise and how many would die in this battle.

But more people believed that Chen Fan would be the one who would lose.

They were certain about it.

Who else, other than a Heavenly Lord, could defeat the nine elites? Not even Li Huaixian, Jun Aochen or Lin Shan would be able to pull off such a feat. Countless people were waiting for Chen Fan to lose.

Only Xiao Mang stared at Chen Fan and prayed that he would win.

Even if there wasn’t much hope.

Unfortunately, what happened next astonished everyone.

Chen Fan stood in the sky and the nine elites surrounded him, as if he were the sun.

An elder of the Reincarnation Sect even flew to the sky and formed an array to separate their battlefield along with the Divine Stage, so that they wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Wu Shan looked at the sky and said, “That kid is going to lose. My Senior has cultivated the ‘Divine King Fiend Art’ to the phenomenal success level. Even our Ancestral Patriarch is in awe and thinks that he has one-third of a chance of becoming a Nascent Soul Cultivator a thousand years later.”

The “Divine King Fiend Art” was a supreme cultivator art of the Demon-suppressing Heavenly Sect.

It was the reason why they had suppressed the Ancient Demons Loch for more than ten thousand years and even the Demon Commanders couldn’t survive it.

“I guess Brother Xiao doesn’t have to do anything. The other eight elites are powerful enough to deal with Chen Beixuan already,” Zhang Dongshan said viciously.

Lin Xiao was his friend and Chen Fan had slapped him. How could Zhang Dongshan not be angry?

Mu Yanping and the Xuankong Sword Prince nodded.

In fact, most people thought so too. No matter how strong Chen Fan was, he couldn’t fight with nine cultivators at once. Besides, his Fiend Art was restrained by Xiao Hong. If he didn’t enter the Nascent Soul Level, he would definitely lose.