Three Heroes Battle Chen Fan

Faced with those three attacks that were enough to make the heavens and earth pale in comparison, Chen Fan did not unleash the earth-shattering aura that anyone had expected.

He simply extended his right hand calmly, palm facing up.

The movements were gentle, as if they were not welcoming a devastating storm, but rather catching the first drop of morning dew.

A faint light quietly appeared in the palm of his hand.

The light was not dazzling, but it was so profound that it seemed to contain the beginning and the end of the universe.

Within the light, a miniature realm encompassing the cycle of life and death of all things silently unfolded.

That was not a simple energy shield, nor was it some kind of defensive Dao Principles.

That was the World Prototype.

"Boom!"

Tuo Bashan's fist force, powerful enough to shatter Stars, was the first to arrive!

A violent and unparalleled power, carrying an indomitable Martial Dao will, crashed into that glimmer of light.

However, the expected earth-shattering explosion did not occur.

The force of his punch was like a mud ox entering the sea.

The violent power, upon touching the world within the palm, was instantly decomposed by the Death Dao Principles flowing within, transforming into the purest Origin Source particles.

Immediately afterwards, these particles were absorbed by the Life Dao Principles on the other side, returning to nothingness and tranquility.

Tuo Bashan's pupils suddenly contracted; he felt the connection between himself and that all-out punch being severed.

Not defeated, but... eaten?

Following closely behind was Shen Xuan's vast sword light that tore through the Void!

This sword strike embodies the highest inheritance of his Heavenly Sword Martial Academy, its sharpness fully revealed, capable of cutting through anything.

The sword light pierced into the world in his palm, yet it did not stir up the slightest ripple.

It was not destroyed, but gently enveloped by a perfect and harmonious Dao Rhythm.

The sharp edge seemed to have met the warmest sheath, and the unstoppable Sword Intent was like a wanderer who had been away for many years finally finding his final destination.

The sword light gradually faded away.

The Sword Intent gradually subsided.

For the first time, Shen Xuan's fingers, gripping the sword, trembled.

Finally, Su Qingyue's silent Spear of Judgment descended.

This is the most bizarre attack.

However, once it entered that realm, it was like a snowflake falling into molten lava, or a drop of water merging into an endless ocean.

Chen Fan's Divine Soul, having been baptized by the entire Origin Ancient Realm, was already as vast as the cosmic Star Sea. Although Su Qingyue's Mental Power was strong, it could not even cause a ripple in front of this Star Sea, and was easily absorbed and assimilated.

For the first time, a look of bewilderment appeared on Su Qingyue's usually cool and aloof face.

There were no earth-shattering sound and light effects outside.

There was no earth-shattering collision of the great roads.

The combined might of three top Prodigies and the three academies' ultimate attack vanished silently into Chen Fan's palm.

It's as if they never existed.

The entire Shattered Ancient Battlefield fell into absolute silence at this moment.

All the fighting stopped.

All eyes, both inside and outside the arena, were fixed on that slender child's figure.

"Puff!"

Tuo Bashan, Shen Xuan, and Su Qingyue all trembled violently at the same time, their faces turning deathly pale in an instant.

They could clearly feel that their connection with that supreme attack had been completely severed from a higher level of Dao.

That feeling wasn't the frustration of having one's strength crushed.

Rather, it is the bewilderment of being encompassed and guided by one's own path, which is then overwhelmed by the other's path.

Floating Martial Arena.

"Bass!"

The instructors leading the teams from the three academies of Heavenly Sword, Canghai, and Nine Provinces, along with tens of thousands of students and elders in the spectator stands, all suddenly stood up from their seats at the same time!

Their faces were filled with indescribable horror and disbelief.

"What... what is that?"

"Where's the attack? Why did it stop?"

"A hallucination? I must be hallucinating!"

On the high platform, the instructor from the Heavenly Sword Martial Academy, who had been stroking his beard and smiling the whole time, had now plucked several hairs from his beard without even noticing. He stared intently at the Light Screen, his lips trembling, muttering in a trembling voice:

"He... he didn't just thwart the attack... he... forcefully absorbed three completely different Daos!"

"Physical body, swordsmanship, Divine Soul... My God, what terrifying control this is! Is this even human?!"

In the seats of the Star River Martial Academy, the smile on Old Freak Wang's face had long since frozen, replaced by an almost stunned shock.

The confident smile on Wen Yuan's face, who was standing next to him, also froze.

They anticipated that Chen Fan would win, and even win easily.

But they never imagined it would be in such a... almost miraculous way.

On the battlefield.

Chen Fan slowly closed his five fingers, drawing the miniature world in his palm back into his body.

He raised his head, looked at his three close friends opposite him, whose bodies and minds were shaken and whose Dao Hearts had developed a slight crack, and revealed a gentle smile, breaking the dead silence.

"The three of you have made remarkable progress in just one year."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Your paths—one domineering, one sharp, and one ethereal—have all reached their current pinnacle."

"Only..."

Chen Fan paused, his tone devoid of any boasting, but rather like that of a mentor or a friend, engaging in a most sincere exchange.

"It seems to be missing something... a certain finesse."

These words struck like a thunderbolt, exploding in the minds of Tuo Bashan, Shen Xuan, and Su Qingyue!

The shock they felt seemed to find an outlet at that moment.

The confusion in their eyes gradually faded, replaced by a bright realization.

Yes... well-rounded.

Their paths are Taiji, too pure, and therefore too... obsessive.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Tuo Bashan was the first to break the silence.

He threw his head back and laughed, his laughter filled with unbridled joy. He pounded his firm chest with his fists, making muffled thuds.

"I lost! I accept it wholeheartedly!" He looked at Chen Fan, his eyes devoid of any jealousy, only burning with the purest, most intense fighting spirit. "You really are a monster!"

Shen Xuan slowly sheathed his sword, bowed respectfully to Chen Fan, his eyes revealing a hidden sharpness, yet also an unprecedented depth.

The Mental Storm surrounding Su Qingyue subsided quietly. She looked at Chen Fan, and a ripple of curiosity appeared in her clear, cold eyes.

Although they were defeated in this battle, they gained a completely new understanding of their own path.

Chen Fan looked at his three close friends who had regained their fighting spirit and nodded with satisfaction.

Then, his gaze passed over the three people and looked deeper into the Ancient Battlefield, where other teams were still fighting in chaos.

He muttered to himself, his voice carrying just the right amount of mischief.

"The reminiscing is over."

"Then... it's time to restore some honor for our Star River Martial Academy."

As soon as the words fell, that slightly mischievous remark acted like an invisible switch, instantly altering the atmosphere of the entire battlefield.