Alliance leader
The overwhelming pressure, which was just half a step away from condensing the Dharma Form Heaven and Earth and stepping into the realm of the Eighth-Order giant, swept across the entire hall!
Dozens of leaders turned pale under this oppressive force, struggling to circulate their Qi and Blood to withstand it. Some were even forced to kneel on one knee, bleeding from their mouths and noses.
"I have ruled the Black Wilderness for thirty years, and I have killed more powerful beings than you have eaten beast meat!"
Wolfslaughter took a step forward, and the platform beneath his feet shattered into dust.
His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Chen Fan, his voice booming like thunder.
"You dare to covet my position as Alliance Leader after killing two fools? What makes you think you're worthy of it!"
Chen Fan finally stood up.
He patted the dust off the hem of his robe, tilted his head, and picked at his ear with his right little finger.
"If you can take action, don't just shout. If a loud voice worked, the long-eared donkeys in the mountains would have ruled the Great Wilderness long ago."
Chen Fan dropped his playful expression, his eyes instantly becoming calm and unfathomable.
"As for what merit or ability I possess? In this Great Wilderness, the bigger the fist and the harder the knife, that's the rule. If I want it, you have to give it to me."
"Die, you son of a bitch!"
Wolfslaughter was completely enraged, and his right hand suddenly pressed down on his waist.
Clang!
A giant, serrated bone blade, gleaming with a dark, blood-red light, was suddenly drawn from its sheath.
The moment the blade was drawn, the bloodthirsty energy within the entire hall frantically converged towards the blade's edge, transforming into a surging, roaring sea of blood that lashed outwards in all directions.
Before the sea of blood even arrived, the chilling, bone-chilling killing intent had already caused the stone pillars in the main hall to crack inch by inch.
Faced with this overwhelming, earth-shattering, Half-Step Eighth-Order killing intent, Chen Fan did not retreat but advanced, taking a bold step forward.
Boom!
A fiery Fire Crow Totem, as red as the blazing sun, soared into the sky from behind Chen Fan, while a deep Blackwater Totem, as dark as an abyss, surged forth from beneath his feet.
Water and fire intertwine, Yin-Yang coexist!
Two completely opposite supreme Qi and Blood merged violently in Chen Fan's palm, and faintly, an ancient and weathered Life-and-Death Millstone Phantom flashed behind him.
A huge crack, about ten feet wide, split open from the center of the dome of the entire Sunset Giant Stone Hall, allowing sunlight to pour down from the mountaintop and shine directly on the boy's handsome face, which looked as if he were a god descending to earth.
Two earth-shattering, violent auras collided violently in the very center of the hall!
Boom!
The blood-red raging torrent and the grey-red aurora fiercely clashed in mid-air, causing the entire Sunset Palace, which had hollowed out the mountain, to shake violently.
Wolfslaughter's eyes were wide open, and the three-eyed Blood Wolf phantom behind him let out a roar that could shatter gold and split rocks.
The serrated bone blade in his hand weighed more than a thousand pounds, its edge coated with viscous blood light accumulated over decades in the Great Wilderness. It tore through the falling rocks and pressed down with a crushing pressure like a collapsing mountain.
Kneel down before me!
Wolfslaughter's face was ferocious, and the veins on his arms bulged and ruptured like writhing dragons.
"His voice is really loud, it's a pity he didn't eat."
Chen Fan stood still, the bluestone ground beneath his feet already cracked like a spiderweb from the force of the energy.
He held his sword horizontally in one hand, his expression chillingly calm, with even a nonchalant smile playing on his lips.
Faced with the overwhelming force pouring down, Chen Fan simply flipped his wrist.
Buzz!
The dark Blackwater Totem melted on the blade, like a bottomless, icy pool, absorbing and transferring the violent downward force to the ground beneath its feet.
With a deafening roar, the stone slab three zhang in diameter beneath Chen Fan's feet collapsed by about a foot, but his arm holding the knife remained as steady as a rock, without sinking even an inch!
The moment the force dissipated, a crimson light surged in Chen Fan's eyes.
The Fire Crow Spreads Its Wings!
Boom!
Extremely intense and violent crimson flames erupted from the blade guard, surging up along the crude bone knife and swirling back towards Wolfslaughter's serrated bone blade.
Extreme cold and extreme heat collided and exploded at the edge of the blade.
Click!
A crisp, ear-piercing cracking sound tore through the violent airflow. Wolfslaughter's natal bone blade, which had drunk countless lives, was actually shattered by the scorching red flames and the erosion of the Blackwater, leaving a hideous gap about an inch deep!
"My bone blade!"
Wolfslaughter was terrified; his tiger's mouth was instantly torn open, and crimson beast blood spurted out.
Before he could react and draw his sword, Chen Fan had already taken a heavy step forward.
The earthquake trembled violently, and loose rocks hung suspended in the air.
Chen Fan released his right hand from the knife, and curled his left hand into a fist. His violent Qi and Blood gathered at the tip of his fist like a raging torrent, creating a visible white sonic boom Qi Ring.
There were no complicated Hand Seals, only the purest power roaring forth!
"Get out of here!"
Wolfslaughter was terrified. In his haste, he transformed the remaining Half-Step Eighth-Order blood essence in his body into a thick, blood-red shield, which he forcefully held in front of his chest.
Bang!!
The fist and the blood shield clashed violently, like a giant tree striking a bronze bell, the deep, muffled sound causing the Qi and Blood of the dozens of leaders present to surge.
The stalemate lasted only a moment.
Click!
The crimson shield, powerful enough to withstand the combined attack of several Seventh Rank warriors, shattered inch by inch where Chen Fan's fist touched it, turning into countless fragments of crimson light flying everywhere.
The force of the punch remained undiminished, landing squarely in the center of Wolfslaughter's chest!
Click!
The sharp, teeth-grinding sound of the sternum caved in was crisp and resonant.
"Puff!!"
Wolfslaughter Butcher spewed out a large spray of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, his massive body flying through the air as if he had been struck head-on by a raging earth dragon.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three sturdy, load-bearing stone pillars, each requiring several people to encircle, were successively smashed by Wolfslaughter, creating a large crater several meters in diameter deep within the mountain.
Smoke, dust, and gravel rolled down, burying the ruthless Alliance Leader who had ruled the Black Wilderness for thirty years completely beneath the ruins.
The entire Sunset Hall fell into a deathly silence in an instant.
Smoke and dust filled the air, along with the smells of burning and blood.
More than thirty tribal leaders stood frozen in place, as if under a spell, staring blankly at the ruins.
Half-Step Eighth-Order... defeated?
He couldn't even withstand three moves from that boy?!
The Snow Fox Tribe leader dropped the wine bowl from her hand and smashed it to the ground, shattering into pieces. Wine splashed all over her feet, but she didn't dare to move an inch, her eyes filled with horror.
"Cough cough... Pfft!"
Amidst the rolling rubble and debris, Wolfslaughter trembled as he crawled out of the pile of stones.
At this moment, his hair was disheveled, his chest was deeply sunken, most of his heavy armor was broken, and the broken bone blade had fallen from his hand and landed several feet away.
He stared intently at Chen Fan, the rage and ferocity that had been in his eyes completely gone, replaced only by boundless terror.
This boy's physical strength is more ferocious than that of mountains and giant beasts!
Chen Fan dusted off his sleeves and casually stuck the crude bone knife into the pile of rubble at his feet.
He strolled leisurely to the ruins, looked down at the disheveled Wolfslaughter, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "Thirty years of foundation, and this is it? Even the woodcutter back home is stronger than you."
Wolfslaughter's face twitched. He wanted to utter some harsh words, but the excruciating pain in his chest caused him to spit out a mouthful of thick, black blood. He then slumped down, his head hanging low in despair.