pertwk Chapter 632 – Retreat
Chapter 632 – Retreat
Chapter 632 – Retreat
With the Flood Dragon Halberd in hand, the Third Dragon Lord's aura became increasingly ferocious. The oppressive force it exuded was so intense that even a fifth-level Divine Nascent realm expert would feel their mouth go dry under its pressure.
“The Third Dragon Lord is going all out. This guy’s finished for sure.”
“To make the Third Dragon Lord go all out against a mere second-level Divine Nascent realm cultivator—he should be proud, even if he dies.”
“I heard that just half a month ago, Third Dragon Lord personally fought a veteran fifth-level Divine Nascent realm expert for a Sky Dragon Token and killed them. With his bare hands!”
“That’s right. Now that he has taken the initiative to use the Flood Dragon Halberd, it speaks volumes about that guy’s strength. He’s definitely an apex expert among the younger generation. Otherwise, he would not have been able to force the Third Dragon Lord to go all out.”
“......”
The crowd’s gazes narrowed when they saw the Flood Dragon Halberd and broke out into murmurs.
Despite recognizing Chen Fan’s extraordinary strength, few believed he could stand against the Third Dragon Lord now.
Now that he was using his full strength, and had even brought out the Flood Dragon Halberd, Chen Fan couldn't defeat the Third Dragon Lord. His journey on the Ancient Trial Road would come to an end here.
The Flood Dragon Halberd swung through the air with unmatched force, like a razor-sharp blade cutting through space.
Everywhere it passed, the air ignited with explosive force, and the very fabric of space seemed to tear apart as if it were a delicate painting being shredded.
The sheer intensity of the attack created an overwhelming pressure that forced the onlookers to retreat instinctively as if they had encountered a god or a devil.
The fear of being caught in the destructive path of the halberd drove them back, knowing that remaining where they stood would mean being split in two in an instant.
A faint golden luster shone on Chen Fan.
It was as if his skin was cast from gold, radiating an aura of extreme oppression that seemed to stabilize the collapsing space around him.
Chen Fan stepped forward, shaking heaven and earth.
He threw out a punch like an ancient god, shattering the oncoming halberd force.
Hiss...
Countless people sucked in a breath of cold air at the sight.
In their eyes, Chen Fan was like a god or a devil. They couldn't believe what they were witnessing.
How could someone possess such a terrifyingly resilient physique that he could destroy the Third Dragon Lord's attack unarmed?
The halberd's force, powerful enough to kill a fourth-level Divine Nascent realm expert, had failed to even scratch Chen Fan. The sight was beyond terrifying—it was awe-inspiring.
“Dragon Lord?” After crushing the flood dragon halberd light, Chen Fan pressed forward through space, emitting rumbling noises, like he was a heavenly god. He charged toward the Third Dragon Lord and said, “What a joke!”
Chen Fan punched and the universe seemed to shatter.
The terrifying punch was wrapped in incomparably horrifying power and instantly erupted, blasting toward the Third Dragon Lord. The sheer momentum behind it was enough to leave anyone paralyzed with fear.
The Third Dragon Lord's expression darkened, but a cold, mocking smile curled at the corners of his lips.
He was the Third Dragon Lord, an invincible existence. How could he allow Chen Fan to challenge his prestige? Chen Fan's audacity would be met with a brutal reckoning.
Swinging the Flood Dragon Halberd, he unleashed a cold halberd light that was like a deathly glint. It destroyed Chen Fan’s fist force.
“Hmph.” Chen Fan scoffed, unfazed. He continued advancing, his palms blurring as he unleashed a barrage of palm seals that descended like towering mountains upon the Third Dragon Lord.
The Third Dragon Lord swung his Flood Dragon Halberd wildly. Halberd light flashed, instantly tearing a wide crack open in Chen Fan’s palm seals that were like heavy mountains and came rushing out, his aura shaking indescribably.
Boom!
The two figures crossed paths in a blur of speed. A streak of fresh blood splattered through the air—the Third Dragon Lord's Flood Dragon Halberd had lacerated Chen Fan's palm.
Although Chen Fan’s Hegemonic Golden Body was incomparably tough, allowing him to crush a Grade-5 treasure with his bare hands, the outcome was different when facing a weapon wielded by someone of the Third Dragon Lord's caliber.
If it was in the hands of a weakling, even if Chen Fan stood still, they would not be able to injure him in the slightest.
In the hands of a genius like the Third Dragon Lord, however, the power would be different.
Chen Fan did not say a word. This kind of superficial injury could not be considered an injury to him at all. With his freakish recovery speed, the wound would heal very quickly.
As Chen Fan stood there, a fleeting thought crossed his mind—this Third Dragon Lord was indeed formidable.
Given his current strength, he was definitely on par with a fifth-level Divine Nascent realm expert. However, he couldn’t gain an advantage over the Third Dragon Lord. His opponent was also a genius who could fight above his cultivation level.
However, what Chen Fan did not realize was that the Third Dragon Lord was even more astounded.
Rarely did he need to wield his weapon, and when he did, it was a sign that he was taking the fight with utmost seriousness.
Typically, once his weapon was drawn, the fight would quickly end in his favor, often with his opponent meeting a swift and brutal death.
Yet, during their recent clash, his attack, which had the power to split a fifth-level Divine Nascent realm expert in half, had only managed to lacerate Chen Fan’s palm.
The Third Dragon Lord looked at Chen Fan calmly, seemingly thinking over something. “Hmph, I’ll come take your life next time!”
With those words, the Third Dragon Lord moved swiftly, rescuing Zhang Hong and the others. In an instant, he swept them up and vanished, leaving the battlefield behind.