Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 1623 - Threatened Face-to-Face

Ten days later, Chen Fan stepped out of the secluded chamber within his cavern, his eyes flickering brilliantly.

He was emanating the robust aura of a sixth-level Immortal Platform realm expert. This breakthrough had come naturally, the result of long-term accumulation finally overflowing. It was perfect.

Countless major criminals called the seemingly impregnable Heavenly Prison their forever home. Dense layers of formations sealed the area, and powerful experts stood guard day and night.

When Chen Fan arrived at the Heavenly Punishment Hall, an Immortal King elder quickly walked out to bring him to the Heavenly Prison.

“You’re Chen Fan?”

“Yes.”

“Follow closely. Do not stray even half a step. The Heavenly Prison is one of the most critical zones of the Heavenly Punishment Hall. Every inch is layered with arrays and mechanisms. One misstep, and you’ll be torn apart instantly. No one will intervene.”

“Mmm, I understand.”

The Heavenly Prison lay deep within the hall, guarded by a spatial passage. Its status surpassed almost every other location.

From afar, Chen Fan saw a huge gateway standing in the void, majestic and imposing.

Before they had even reached the gate, Chen Fan sensed countless hidden gazes locking onto him. They swept over him briefly, then vanished without a trace.

Rumble!

Rumbling noises echoed ahead as the gateway slowly opened. A young man clad in refined robes, a feathered crown resting on his head, shot out from within. His presence was sharp and domineering, arrogance etched clearly across his face. He had clearly just concluded his cultivation inside the Heavenly Prison.

Led by the elder, Chen Fan continued forward. As they were about to pass one another, the young man suddenly spoke.

“Hold it.”

“Something you need?” Chen Fan asked in confusion.

“You must be Chen Fan.”

“That’s me.”

Chen Fan’s guard rose slightly. This man knew him by name.

“Your reputation has spread even inside the Heavenly Prison. It seems you’ve become very famous recently. I came out specifically to find you. Looks like fate saved me the trouble.”

His tone was condescending, his posture superior.

“Look for me?”

“Indeed!” The young man nodded, his expression still arrogant. “I am Lan Luo. I’m aware that you’ve obtained a Nine-Transformations Grand Mystic Golden Elixir from the Demon Suppression lineage. Do you understand what that means? You’re standing on the edge of disaster. That elixir could be called a key to the Immortal King realm. The moment you got it, countless eyes turned toward you.”

Chen Fan’s eyes flickered.

“Hoho, so what?”

The compensation did include a Nine-Transformations Grand Mystic Golden Elixir, a treasure said to open the Immortal King path.

“So what? Hoho, it seems like you still don’t know the allure of that elixir. They won’t snatch it openly, but secret attacks are endless. Do you think you can hide forever? One careless moment, and you’ll die without even a grave.” Lan Luo said coldly, seemingly mocking Chen Fan’s naivety.

Chen Fan narrowed his eyes.

Indeed, the sect had millions of disciples, many of them stuck at the peak Immortal Platform realm or even the Half-step Immortal King realm. If they could obtain the Nine-Transformations Grand Mystic Golden Elixir, they could become king with a single leap.

“I know your past accomplishments,” Lan Luo continued. “You’re not stupid. I’ll be direct. Many forces are targeting that elixir. Hand it over, and the Golden Jade Pavilion will guarantee your safety. No one will dare touch you.”

“If I can’t protect the Nine-Transformations Grand Mystic Golden Elixir, what makes you think your pavilion can?” Chen Fan revealed a smile of disdain, even carrying a hint of mockery.

It wasn’t like he knew nothing about the Golden Jade Pavilion.

The Golden Jade Pavilion’s pavilion master, Jin Shitai, also known as Crown Prince Jin, was the Demon Suppression Elder Deng Ao’s disciple.

“Of course. There’s nothing our Golden Jade Pavilion can’t protect,” said Lan Luo confidently.

Chen Fan let out a soft scoff. “Then don’t worry about me.”

No matter if it was the Golden Jade Pavilion, the Hua Alliance, or any other threats, Chen Fan paid no mind to any of them.

Lan Luo froze, clearly not expecting refusal. His expression darkened instantly.

“Think carefully. If you reject us, you won’t get our protection and will be branded our enemy. Our pavilion master is about to step into the Immortal King realm. You should understand what happens to those who oppose him.”

“No need,” Chen Fan replied coldly. “I’m not afraid of anyone. What Golden Jade Pavilion? Using threats on me? Go crawl back to where you came from.”

“You think entering the Heavenly Prison will save you? The Heavenly Punishment Hall is filled with our people. Even if you run to the ends of the world, you won’t escape!”

The elder escorting Chen Fan showed no reaction. To him, this was nothing more than a junior's posturing. Such scenes happened constantly and weren’t worth acknowledging.

“Hmph, let them come at me, then. I’ll see who’s stupid enough to dare ambush me. Don’t blame me for being ruthless when the time comes.” Chen Fan smiled coldly, “It seems like I’ve been too lenient lately. Now even nameless trash dares to bark at me.”

“What did you say?!” Lan Luo roared. “You’re courting death!”

Lan Luo’s face immediately sank. With a roar, he clenched his fist, causing endless primeval qi to shatter the space.

A terrifying force gathered in his hand, sending a punch blasting toward Chen Fan.

“Maximum Destruction Fist!”

Under that terrifying fist's force, an aura that destroyed everything appeared around it, permeating the space.

He was in the eighth-level Immortal Platform realm, possessing overwhelming strength. His strength dwarfed Chen Fan’s on paper.

“You dare to act like you’re all that with such petty tricks? You really don’t know what death means!” Chen Fan smiled coldly, reaching out with both hands and tearing through endless golden light toward the fist that approached like a fierce storm.

Rumble!

A terrifying explosion erupted as Chen Fan tore through the torrent of fist-force with his bare hands.

“Impossible?!”

Lan Luo was both shocked and furious to see his attack torn apart instantly.

“That was nothing,” Chen Fan said coldly. “A useless mutt like you isn’t qualified to stand in front of me. You’ve lived over a thousand years and wasted every moment of it.”

His aura surged violently. Chen Fan clenched his fist and struck.

Snap!

The sound of bones breaking echoed, followed by Lan Luo’s miserable screams. Chen Fan sent him flying away with a punch and rolling on the ground like a gourd.