After several breaths of silence, the Heavenly Emperor suddenly burst into laughter.
"Do you still not understand why? It is because your future is nothing but a blank. You are destined to die today—where would a future come from?"
Chen Fan's expression also darkened. He had miscalculated, and his heart sank slightly. Reincarnation had revealed the secrets of heaven, foretelling that he had no future—which meant he was bound to die today.
On the ground, Qin Xian'er, Mu Yunshui, and the others covered their mouths, unable to believe this outcome.
"Husband..." Tears welled in the two women's eyes. They could not accept that Chen Fan was going to die.
"Why do you need to be so happy? I may indeed die, but how do you know that you will not?" Chen Fan looked calmly at the Heavenly Emperor, his emotions untouched. Since he had come, he had long prepared himself to die.
"I am Heaven itself. How could I die?" The Heavenly Emperor looked down upon Chen Fan, his might incomparably overwhelming.
Chen Fan paid him no further heed. He slowly raised the sharp sword in his hand, then suddenly took a step forward. The sword left his grasp and slowly spun through the air!
Sword Sweeps Eight Wastelands!
Chen Fan activated the sword technique long buried within his Sword Heart. This was a sword strike that meant certain death!
The Fat Daoist was startled, but in the end merely opened his mouth without stopping him. He too charged toward the Heavenly Emperor, buying time for Chen Fan's Sword Art.
"Even the Sword Demon could not kill me. What right do you have?" the Heavenly Emperor sneered. He lightly raised a hand, and an incomparably massive palm suddenly formed in the dark void, crashing down toward Chen Fan and