Chapter 1093 - Im Not a Divine-Grade Golden Core Cultivator Anymore (2/2)

Everyone, including the Chinese, the Americans, cultivators and ordinary people felt the viciousness and hatred from Wu Kai’s words.

“Did we really make a huge mistake?” many people said anxiously.

Those who knew who were behind the sacred grounds even felt a chill down their spines.

“Chen Beixuan, you’re a sinner of mankind!” Qin Dongmu cried.

But Chen Fan only snickered, “Say that again after you succeed in taking me down. Otherwise, you’re only bluffing!”

“Hm!”

Wu Kai grunted as the painting behind him shone brightly. “Chen Beixuan, I heard that you’ve also formed a divine-grade Golden Core on Planet Tianhuang, but you have no idea there are also nine levels in the divine tier. How could your divine-grade Golden Core be comparable to mine? I’ll crush you today to warn everyone else on this planet!”

Then—

Wu Kai stepped forward.

“Buzz!”

The “Wuji Galaxy Painting” let out a beam of light which made mountains collapse. Countless people fell on the ground and trembled. The light ray was shot towards Chen Fan with an extremely terrifying energy. That attack astonished everyone. It was as powerful as that of a Nascent Soul Overlord; not even the Ancestral Patriarch of the Kindred would have been able to make such an attack.

“This is the real power of a divine-grade Golden Core Cultivator!” everyone exclaimed.

In front of such a Divine Power, other Dharma Treasures, Divine Powers and Dao Bodies were nothing. Normal Golden Core Cultivators would be helpless against it without a top Heavenly Treasure; even a Nascent Soul Cultivator would have to be careful.

“Can Chen Beixuan resist it?”

Countless people looked at Chen Fan with worries, doubts and anxiousness. Those who were watching this were all holding their breath.

Many people guessed that Chen Fan might have a peerless treasure somewhere or he would also use his own Divine Power.

However, Chen Fan only smiled and held the branch horizontally in front of his chest, then slashed forward.

“Whoos.h.!.+”

This slash was ordinary, just like any little kid would do while practicing. It was the most basic movement; it couldn’t even be regarded as a tactic.

However, a three-inch golden light came out of the branch and split the hundred-foot “Wuji Galaxy Painting” in half like cutting b.u.t.ter.

It happened so smoothly.

Those terrifying auras, bright light, the power of planets and the frightening Divine Power comparable to an attack from a Nascent Soul Cultivator broke as it encountered Chen Fan’s slash. The branch tore the painting apart and an invisible energy went towards Wu Kai.

“Poof!”

That Divine Prince Candidate of the Wuji Sect spurted out blood and fell from the sky. His Golden Core almost cracked by the impact of the slash. Many onlookers—including the disciples of the four sacred grounds—were dumbfounded.

Chen Fan stored the makes.h.i.+ft sword and said, “Am I divine-grade Golden Core Cultivator? Not anymore.”