Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 850 - Dark Black Imprint

As soon as Chen Fan exited the Thousand Arts Demon Cave, the monkey-faced youth’s eyes shone, and he shouted, “Patriarch Ye, it’s him!”

Ye Xi looked over and immediately spotted Chen Fan. Demonic might swept out from him, his aura overwhelming.

“Ah, bastard, it’s you. You hurt my son! You deserve to die!” said Ye Xi, his voice booming with fury as killing intent surged like a tide.

Chen Fan heard that shout and immediately sensed an overwhelming demonic might bearing down on him, suffocating him.

Recognizing Ye Xi’s rage-filled cry, Chen Fan quickly deduced the Ye Clan experts had arrived—and far faster than expected.

“Bastard, die for me!” Ye Xi bellowed, consumed by rage. With a swipe of his hand, he unleashed a massive, pitch-black demonic claw that could easily obliterate a third-level Manifestation realm expert.

Under normal circumstances, Chen Fan would have fled. But now, he remained motionless, a mocking smile on his face.

Where was this place?

The Thousand Arts Demon Cave!

Ye Xi had dared to make a move at the Thousand Arts Demon Cave’s exit. He truly was bold.

Moreover, he had completed the cave’s test in just ten breaths. While he didn’t think himself the fastest, he was far quicker than Ye Zimo.

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“Audacious!”

Right on cue, the Thousand Arts Demon Cave guard thrust his spear toward that sky-covering demonic hand clawing at Chen Fan, disintegrating the attack.

Although the cultivation level of the guard wasn’t as strong as Ye Xi, he had reached the fifth-level Manifestation realm, comparable to Demon King Xuan Ting.

Ye Xi’s rage dimmed slightly after his attack was shattered, but thinking of his son’s grievous injuries, he shouted, “This little bastard severely injured my son. I ask that you do me, Ye Xi, a favor. My Ye Clan will definitely thank you generously!”

Before this guard could respond, a loud shout came, “Who dares to cause trouble at the Thousand Arts Demon Cave? Courting death, are you?”

Moments later, a group of experts appeared, each exuding Manifestation realm auras. The leader’s aura was particularly terrifying, reaching the eighth-level Manifestation realm.

As soon as this group of people arrived, their demonic might ran wild, suppressing heaven and earth and enveloping the whole area. The nearby crowd trembled, their faces filled with horror.

When Ye Xi and the other Ye Clan members saw this group, their expressions changed.

The gaze of the leading man, the eighth-level Manifestation realm expert, fell on Chen Fan, and he asked with a smile, “Haha, ten breaths. Very good, little brother. I am from the Chilling Mountain Demon Sect. Are you willing to join us?”

Passing the Thousand Arts Demon Cave in ten breaths was a rare feat.

“Heavens, they’re from the Chilling Mountain Demon Sect!”

The crowd started trembling when they heard what this man said.

“Wait, did you hear that? Ten breaths—he passed the cave in just ten breaths!”

“What, ten breaths! My god, is he a monster?”

Immediately, countless gazes from the surroundings fell on Chen Fan.

“How is that possible?” exclaimed someone in shock.

It was too fast.

Ye Zimo’s feat of passing the Thousand Arts Demon Cave in an incense stick’s time was already extraordinary—but compared to Chen Fan’s ten breaths, it was laughable. There was no way to compare with Chen Fan at all.

When Ye Xi’s group heard this and saw the Chilling Mountain Demon Sect members, they were paralyzed with fear.

Ten breaths!

Ye Xi’s teeth chattered.

It wasn’t his fault entirely—when Chen Fan had come out, the guard and that monkey-faced youth had spoken simultaneously.

The youth’s thunderous shout had drowned out the guard’s words, leaving the crowd unaware of Chen Fan’s feat.

In his rage over Ye Zimo’s injuries, Ye Xi had struck without thinking, forgetting Chen Fan had entered the cave only moments ago.

Now, it was clear—their clan had kicked a steel plate, and their foot was about to break.

Another group descended from the sky, their demonic might sweeping across the area.

“What’s the Chilling Mountain Demon Sect worth? I’m from the Thousand Blades Demon Sect, and I invite you to join us.”

Ten breaths’ time. Such comprehension was unheard of.

With proper nurturing, Chen Fan could reach the peak Manifestation realm. There was even a chance of him breaking through to the Legendary realm, becoming a demon venerable and ruling over a demonic domain.

Before anyone could react, yet another group arrived with imposing dominance.

“Haha, little brother, our Mirror Moon Demon Sect invites you to join our sect to cultivate. Join us, and you’ll have full access to our resources.”

Chen Fan looked around him. He finally realized that his speed had drawn the attention of these experts.

“My apologies, everyone. I’m a demon general of a demonic island from Ping Shan Demonic Domain, here to attend this grand event with my demon king,” said Chen Fan, cupping his fists.

The crowd murmured in disappointment, curious which demonic island could produce someone with such extraordinary comprehension.

“I see. Here’s your seat token. Accept it.”

That guard waved his hand. A dark light shot toward Chen Fan, imprinting a token on his glabella.

“Don’t wipe it away for now. This is your proof of entry,” said the guard expert.

Chen Fan nodded, hiding the mark with a thought.

“Dark black imprint.”

The surrounding experts’ eyes shone brilliantly.

The seat tokens were also divided into different levels. The token in Chen Fan’s glabella was a dark black token. Those were tokens of the highest tier, granting privileged seating.

“Haha, congratulations to this little brother. With that token, you’re bound to shine in this grand event,” said an expert to Chen Fan, laughing loudly.

Although Chen Fan was only in the eighth-level Heavenly Star realm and was like an ant in the eyes of these Manifestation realm experts, his talent was too terrifyingly high.

In time, he would surely surpass them and become a powerful figure. Building goodwill with him now could only be wise.

“Many thanks to everyone.”

Chen Fan was not a proud or complacent person. He cupped his fists to each of them in return.

The Ye Clan members, however, were stricken with terror. The sight of Chen Fan’s dark black token—the highest-tier token—nearly made their souls flee. They fully understood what it represented.

Revenge no longer mattered; their priority was escaping unnoticed. But just as they tried to slip away, a cold voice stopped them.

“Hold it right there!” That guard expert said icily, “The Ye Clan, right? If anything happens to him, you should know the consequences.”

“Hoho, if anything happens to this little brother, the demon palace doesn’t need to make a move. Our Chilling Mountain Demon Sect would annihilate the Ye Clan,” said the Chilling Mountain Demon Sect’s expert with a smile, his tone icy.

“And our Thousand Blades Demon Sect!”

“The same goes for our Mirror Moon Demon Sect.”

“......”

One by one, powerful demon king-level figures voiced their support, their collective might a death sentence to the Ye Clan should they dare act.