Unrivaled Martial Emperor
Chapter 1067 - Punching Bag

Chapter 1067 - Punching Bag

Chen Fan burst out of the tomb, hovering in the air with wild laughter. “Hahahaha, I’m out! Finally free!”

Trapped in that godforsaken place for months, he had nearly lost his mind.

Now, even breathing the battlefield’s tragedy-laced air felt incredibly refreshing.

Swish, swish, swish.

Suddenly, several figures swept out from all directions, surrounding Chen Fan.

He could tell from their clothes that they didn’t belong to any major forces; they were rogue cultivators.

The strongest among them was a Lesser Peak Manifestation realm expert, while the weakest one was in the seventh-level Manifestation realm.

That Lesser Peak Manifestation realm leader glanced at the tomb, and joy lit up on his face. His eyes locked onto Chen Fan, blazing with hunger.

“Sheesh, a Legendary realm expert’s tomb. Very well, brat, count yourself lucky. Now hand over the treasures, or we’ll send you straight to the underworld.”

He believed that a Legendary realm expert’s tomb was bound to be filled with treasures. It could even have the key to comprehending the laws and stepping into the Greater Peak Manifestation realm.

And since Chen Fan had emerged from this tomb, the spoils had clearly gone into his pockets.

Chen Fan swept his glance over his seven opponents—four men, three women. Their oppressive auras pressed in, yet he felt no fear. In fact, excitement bubbled within him.

He was depressed from being trapped inside the tomb; as soon as he emerged, a group of people showed up to let him vent his frustrations. The world sure had some nice people.

Seeing Chen Fan didn’t move, seemingly scared stiff, one of them roared impatiently, “Brat, are you deaf? Didn’t you hear our big brother? Hand over your treasures, or we’ll bury you here for eternity.”

“Hahahaha! Perfect timing! I’ve been itching to vent my frustrations, and you lot walked right into my hands. Excellent, excellent. Don’t worry, I won’t kill you, but some pain and suffering is inevitable!”

His “arrogance” enraged them instantly.

“Damned brat! We were generous enough to spare your life in exchange for the treasure, but you just had to run your mouth. You don’t know what’s good for you! Fine! If you’re that eager to die, we’ll oblige!” yelled the weakest of the lot.

He stepped forward, and his aura swept out like the tide, crashing toward Chen Fan.

“I don’t even need my brothers and sisters to take action. I alone am enough to crush you!”

He stepped on a stream of light and instantly appeared before Chen Fan. A fierce gale kicked up as he aimed a brutal slap at Chen Fan’s face.

Smack!

A clear, crisp slapping noise resounded. But it wasn’t Chen Fan who was hit.

Chen Fan’s movement was so quick that his opponent couldn’t react at all and flew backward, blood and teeth spraying from his mouth. His head swelled like a pig’s head from the hit. His mind was buzzing, and he was seeing stars. He had charged in fast but was sent back even faster.

The other six, arms crossed, had been watching like spectators at a show. Now, their amusement vanished.

Seeing their seventh brother’s sorry state, they immediately turned pale with fright, roaring out furiously one after another.

“Seventh!”

“Seventh Brother!”

Although their seventh brother was the weakest among them, they all had rich combat experience, not top-tier but far from weak.

Furthermore, their seventh brother was at the peak of the seventh level, much higher than Chen Fan’s early-stage, seventh-level cultivation. They had expected Chen Fan to kiss the dirt, not their brother.

But reality proved otherwise. Seeing Seventh’s miserable state, their fury erupted.

“You little tramp! So you were faking weakness? How dare you trick Seventh? You’re finished, you’re done for, you know that!”

“Damn it, damn it, I’m going to knock all your teeth out!”

“Why even bother wasting your breath on him? Just slaughter him!”

A man in the ninth-level Manifestation realm couldn’t hold it in and roared, “Dawn of the East!”

This person struck at once.

His fist clenched, unleashing a scorching heat wave. Fiery red divine light condensed into a resplendent, dazzling sun and pressed toward Chen Fan horizontally.

He practiced Scarlet Sun Tyrant Fist, a domineering martial art few could withstand. Ordinary ninth-level Manifestation realms usually crumbled beneath its power, like weeds before a storm.

The path of tyranny was to force the world into submission and crush all resistance—provided one had the strength.

Unfortunately, his opponent was Chen Fan. Ninth-level experts were like kids before him.

He raised his hand and gripped fiercely, catching the fist darting toward him.

Creaking noises rang out as bones ground against each other. The attacker’s face twisted in agony as a sharp cry escaped him. His hand felt like it was about to be crushed.

Shock coursed through him.

What kind of monster was this youth in front of him? He was clearly only in the seventh-level Manifestation realm, yet he felt like a helpless child against him.

When the leading Lesser Peak Manifestation realm saw his third brother, a ninth-level Manifestation realm, get caught and utterly overpowered, he immediately realized that they had run into an iron wall.

Without hesitation, he roared as his powerful Lesser Peak Manifestation realm aura erupted and swept out.

“Everyone, attack together! We can’t let him off!”

But their fate was already sealed.

Bang, bang, bang...

In mere moments, Chen Fan crushed these seven people overwhelmingly. They were completely powerless to fight back.

“Hoo, as expected, I feel much better now.” Chen Fan dusted his hands, feeling much better after venting his frustrations.

The seven cultivators lay battered, rolling their eyes in disbelief. So we were just his punching bags?

However, recalling Chen Fan’s terrifying strength, they all felt incomparably shocked inside. He had toyed with them like children.

If Chen Fan really wanted to kill them, it would not have taken much effort on his part.

By now, they had a terrifying realization—this was Chen Fan, the famed Peerless Peak disciple who had dominated the spotlight in recent years.

All thoughts of revenge vanished. They didn’t even dare spout vicious words about seeking revenge later.

They were used to overpowering others; today, they had a taste of their own medicine and ran into a titanium wall.

Keeping their lives was already a miracle. They wouldn’t dare seek revenge even if they had ten times the guts. They immediately got ready to slip away quietly.

Suddenly, Chen Fan’s indifferent voice rang out, making the seven freeze on the spot.

“Stop right there. Did I say you could leave?”