Chapter 1018 - Killing the Divine General (2/2)

Chen Fan might be able to pin the Divine Lord under his boots, but the powerful Mangya was another story.

However powerful Chen Fan was, he was but a Golden Core Cultivator.

The Deity Wheel might be powerful, but the enemy he faced right then was six levels higher than him.

“Drizzle Spear Art.”

Mangya was not only a great caster, but also a spear master. With a twist of his wrist, a pulse of energy was burst out from the tip of his spear which surrounded Chen Fan.

“Phhs… Pthsd…”

The attack punctured Chen Fan’s body at eight different places.

If not for Chen Fan’s incredible physique refinement level, he would have been reduced to a pulp with the attack. Although he had escaped death, the wound on his body sizzled and yellow smoke rose from the opening, preventing Chen Fan’s body from healing.

“Kill!”

Chen Fan was furious.

The Heavenly Blade of Obliteration appeared in his hand with which Chen Fan hacked open the void and severed the bond between Yin Yang

Thunder Divine Blade, first form: Crus.h.i.+ng s.p.a.ce!

The apparition of a primordial divine thunder king appeared in the void. He swung the thunder blade and shattered the nearby s.p.a.ce. Chen Fan had tapped into the energy of a primordial G.o.d to counter Mangya’s unrelenting attack.

Mangya’s spear attack quickly succ.u.mbed to Chen Fan’s divine blade and was knocked out of Manya’s hand.

Chen Fan didn’t allow his opponent to rest, so he attacked again.

“Second form: Dividing the Yin Yang!

“Third Form: Split the World!

“Fourth Form: Cracking The Firmament!”

Each attack caused an explosion in the sky, leaving a permanent mark in the fabric of s.p.a.ce. Chen Fan had turned into a Divine King who possessed unmatched Blade arts. Mangya suddenly felt that his spear art felt short against Chen Fan’s power.

“He is less than five hundred years old. Where did he get such powerful Blade Art?”

Mangya was perplexed.

Unlike learning spells, there was no shortcut in learning battle arts such as the blade arts. The only way to perfect those arts was through practicing, which required time. Mangya’s spear had lent him confidence while facing Nascent Soul Cultivators on Planet Tianhuang. However, he was facing Chen Fan; he felt like a rookie fighting against a martial arts master.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Chen Fan’s attack had sent Mangya flying.

He had been dealt three blows, and all of them had hacked through his armor, landing on his body. To everyone’s surprise, Mangya’s flesh was devoid of blood.

Chen Fan looked down at Mangya and said in a cold voice, “Mangya, even if you can defeat me, you will die soon after the battle.”

“If I die, I die for Mount Emperor. I cannot allow you to threaten my sect!” Mangya snorted. His body had long since perished, and what was dead may never die.

“Poof!”

Chen Fan landed another blow on Mangya’s left arm, but in exchange, he was dealt a blow that nearly pierced his chest.