Rebirth Of The Urban Immortal Cultivator Chapter 1080
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Chapter 1080: Chen Fan Is Unstoppable!
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Meanwhile.
The fog around the peak was lifted and Chen Fan appeared. He was wearing a black robe and was standing there like a javelin.
His eyes were like swords and he was extremely fierce. He was the very image of invincibility.
And yet, his back looked desolate in everyone’s eyes. He was facing a hundred Overlords from the alien races and their terrifying energy enveloped the entire Chu Zhou City. Bolts of thunder struck the peak of Yun Wu Mountain, shattering the clouds. People knew how powerful the energy was.
Chen Yaoyao, who was wearing a purple robe of the North Qiong Sect, used to be confident. But then, she grabbed A’Xiu’s clothes and said anxiously, “Auntie Xiu, do you think uncle can really win?”
“I think so…”
This time, even A’Xiu was unsure.
She had always trusted Chen Fan and she knew he had suppressed many Nascent Soul Cultivators on Planet Tianhuang, but she also hesitated after seeing the Overlords of the alien races. She looked at Chen Fan. “Master, did you really make the right decision this time?”
Not only A’Xiu.
Red Sparrow, Auntie Tang, Chen Jiuyang, Gao Baisheng, Tang Yuanqin, Gu Shitong, Lu Yanwu, Yan Junze, Jiang Tanqiu and Qiu Yilun were all anxious after watching this through different networks.
In Jin City, Jiang Nan Province.
Li Yichen was sitting in his office surrounded by his secretaries, subordinates and administrators. They were all watching the battle through a large screen on the wall.
“Perfected Cultivator Chen should be able to win the battle, right?”
A new girl in the department wanted to liven everyone up.
But seeing the pale face of her boss, she couldn’t say another word.
Li Yichen looked up.
“Chen Fan, I’ve lost to you countless times and I’ve always wanted you to fall, but this time… I don’t want you to lose!”
At that moment.
Countless people were hoping that Chen Fan could win and that his legend could continue, but he had disappeared for a decade and missed the rise of Earth. Could he still smile arrogantly and resist the attacks from the Golden Core Cultivators of the alien races?
Even people who had faith in Chen Fan weren’t quite certain anymore.
At the top of Yun Wu Mountain.
“Chen Beixuan, didn’t you say that you wanted to fight with us on Yun Wu Mountain? We’re here now. Do you have anything to say?” an elder of the Kindred said with a hoarse voice.
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His eyes had turned red and there was a cruel smile on his face.
“Haha, Chen Beixuan, do you really think we would only send a few Golden Core Cultivators here to die? I heard that you’ve never lost and that you never fight a battle you’re uncertain about, but have you thought about fighting a hundred of our Overlords here today?” An Overlord of the Demon Tribe burst into laughter. His voice was like claps of thunder and it made the water in Yan Gui Lake ripple.
“When lions fight with rabbits, they also have to exert themselves. Don’t think that only people on Earth know about this. We’ve killed countless of our opponents in the universe and our intelligence is far beyond your imagination. Besides, how could we miss the chance to kill you and astonish the ants on this planet?” A blue-skinned woman of the Mermen stuck out her red tongue and chuckled.
The Grand Elder of the Kindred said, “Cut the crap. Kneel or die! Chen Beixuan, make your decision.”
He was wearing a black and red robe with nine golden lines on it, meaning that he had lived nine thousand years. That was a terrifying being among the Kindred, who was only half a step away from the Nascent Soul Level.
“Kneel, or die!”
At that moment.
All the hundred Overlords of the alien races said the phrase at the same time.
Their energy swept the entire sky like a storm, shattering the clouds in a few hundred mile range. Waves of dozens of feet high appeared on Yan Gui Lake and the invisible energy even shook Chu Zhou City. If it wasn’t for the array, half of the city would have been destroyed. Even so, some cultivators without the protection of the array were still turned into blood mist and Connate Overlords also spurted out blood.
“That’s terrifying!”
At this moment.
Even ordinary people knew how powerful those Overlords were.
Golden Core Cultivators like Azure Dragon and the Ancestral Master of Tantric Buddhism even widened their eyes. They thought they had overestimated those Overlords, but in fact it was the complete opposite.
They might not even be powerful enough to fight with the weakest among those alien cultivators.
“What can we do?”
Even Azure Dragon was desperate.
“Ah, Perfected Cultivator Chen is in trouble.” The Ancestral Master of the Ba Ji Sect shook his head.
Meanwhile, only A’Xiu trusted Chen Fan at this moment. The others had already started thinking about how the countries and sects should adapt to such a situation.
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Then.
Chen Fan slowly looked up, then glanced at the Golden Core Cultivators and shook his head.
He said gently, “You’re the only ones here? Where are your Ancestral Patriarchs? And the Nascent Soul Cultivators? The Divine Princes and talents? Why is there just a bunch of fools? They even sent some mid-grade Golden Core Cultivators? I prepared for this for a long time, but everything is useless now!”
But it was like a clap of thunder in everyone’s ears. They couldn’t believe that Chen Fan still dared to mock those Overlords.
“Is he mad?” Countless people thought.
“You’re digging your own grave!”
“How arrogant!”
“You ignorant man!”
The Overlords of the alien races were enraged and a few of them shouted. Many of them looked at Chen Fan like he was an ant that was about to be stepped on.
The woman of the Mermen covered her mouth and said with a smile, “He’s going to die anyway. Let him talk for a bit.”
“That’s right, Chen Beixuan. We’ll send out our Blood Guards to go after your friends and everyone related to you. Don’t worry, the entire North Qiong Sect will also follow you to Hell after you die. You won’t be lonely there.” The elder of the Kindred looked cold.
The Grand Elder of the Kindred said coldly, “Crush him.”
“Boom!”
At that moment.
A hundred Golden Core Cultivators attacked together.
They were all Overlords, who had fought hundreds of battles and killed countless people. Even if they looked down on Chen Fan, they wouldn’t hold back in the slightest. They would only use their most powerful attacks to crush Chen Fan to pieces.
Boom!
How powerful were a hundred Golden Core Cultivators? Although they hadn’t exerted themselves to the max, their energy was still extremely strong. The Essence Qi in a hundred mile radius was absorbed in a blink and each of their attacks had the power to destroy a city. Eight different kinds of energies were gathered and formed an energy current that struck down from high above. The colorful light ray was about to smack Chen Fan and Yun Wu Mountain until it reached the core of the planet with a destructive power.
As he faced the earth-shattering attack—
The entire Earth remained silent.
Everyone was nervous and many of them didn’t have the heart to watch Chen Fan being killed by those Overlords. The disciples of the North Qiong Sect even stood upright and got ready to help.
“Xiao Fan.” Auntie Tang wanted to yell, but she couldn’t. Her heart seemed to be torn.
But the next second—
Chen Fan waved his hand and all that energy—one that could crush the entire Chu Zhou City—simply disappeared.
“How is that possible?”
A lot of Golden Core Cultivators of the alien races widened their eyes and couldn’t believe what they had seen. Even the calm Grand Elder of the Kindred frowned and seemed surprised.
“Again!” the Grand Elder of the Kindred shouted.
Dozens of Golden Core Cultivators attacked again with endless energy, but their attacks disappeared just before reaching Chen Fan; they couldn’t even move his hair a bit.
This time.
Not only the Golden Core Cultivators of the alien races, even the onlookers and the billions of humans on Earth were speechless and dumbfounded.
“Too weak,” Chen Fan finally said.
He thought there would be an earth-shattering battle with all the Nascent Soul Cultivators of the alien races there, but it turned out that only a bunch of Golden Core Cultivators had shown up. They might not even be able to withstand one attack from him.
“Poof!”
Chen Fan stuck out his finger in front of everyone.
The Grand Elder of the Kindred, who was a sixth-grade Golden Core Cultivator, was blown up to pieces. Countless drops of blood were splashed in the sky and there were broken pieces of his limbs flying around. After that, Chen Fan made a slashing motion with his hand and a hundred-foot azure blade aura split eight Golden Core Cultivators in half. They flew as they screamed, but with only half of their bodies.
In the end—
Chen Fan thought it was too slow. He turned into a beam of golden light, flashing into the crowd of aliens. He didn’t use any Dharma Power or Divine Power. He only sped across the sky like a shooting star and clashed against the Overlords of the alien races.
“Boom!”
Dozens of Golden Core Cultivators were hit by Chen Fan or swept by the trace of light.
They immediately exploded, as if hit by a spaceship. Their bodies couldn’t withstand Chen Fan’s clash, and their Divine Souls and Golden Cores were shattered upon contact. When Chen Fan looked back, he found that half of the aliens were gone. All the Overlords of the alien races looked at him in shock, including the Grand Elder of the Kindred. The eyes of Auntie Tang, Azure Dragon and Chen Jiuyang also popped out, while billions of others on Earth were dumbfounded!
At that moment.
The entire world was in silence.
Only Chen Fan was left standing in the sky, like the invincible God of War!
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