Boom!
The small mountain formed from weapons completely collapsed, and every weapon scattered in all directions. The mountain of heavenly weapons had utterly crumbled. Before long, they could clearly see the situation below.
He still stood in the same unchanged posture, sword in hand. Not even a speck of dust had settled on that terrifying Demon King. That attack, which had seemed capable of destroying the world, had not caused him the slightest injury.
"He's still not hurt after that?!" Perseus and Ginevra's pupils contracted, disbelief written across their faces. Learning from the Last King that Chen Fan had not died had already been shocking enough, but they had never expected him to be completely uninjured. Only then did Perseus and Ginevra realize that, ever since they had first met Chen Fan, he had never been wounded. Their expressions turned grave.
The Last King also wore a stunned expression as he said, "This is truly beyond expectation. Your strength surpasses that of every God Slayer I have ever seen. Worthy indeed of one who slays gods, a hero who achieved ascension through his own power." From the moment of his birth, the Last King had been given the mission of killing all God Slayers. Over the years, he had fought countless God Slayers, but he had never encountered one as powerful as Chen Fan.
"Thank you for the compliment, but this battle must continue. You are fated to annihilate Demon Kings, but I will cut short that fate. I have my own life to protect, as well as important people I must protect. So please return to myth," Chen Fan said, looking at the Last King. That attack had also affected Chen Fan considerably, draining much of his stamina. If his godhead had not evolved, he might not have been