Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 865 - This is the Helper You Found?

Chen Fan was just about to make a move, when...

Whoosh.

Suddenly, the entire sky started trembling. Cracks split the air as a dazzling divine light surged down, blasting into the void.

“Ah.” A miserable cry echoed as a demon beast plummeted from the void, reduced to a mist of blood.

Two figures flew in from the distance, their powerful auras announcing their arrival. They swiftly descended, revealing a man and a woman.

That man, taking the lead, had a tide-like momentum, his appearance imposing and heroic. He had an air of natural superiority and wasn’t like Chen Fan, whose talents weren’t immediately evident.

As for the woman beside the man, her long red dress failed to hide her perfect figure. Her striking beauty and seductive charm were enough to make anyone weak at the knees.

“Tsk tsk, you’re too careless, Su Tong. A demon beast was lurking near your doorstep. If not for Big Brother Gu Tian stepping in, what would you have done if the information leaked?”

Chen Fan saw Su Tong’s face darken, obviously at odds with her.

“This is the helper I found. Gu Tian, a middle-stage, half-step Manifestation realm expert. He’s participating in this selection battle seeking a breakthrough. Once he advances, he might even contend for the ten thrones,” said the red-dressed woman, looking at the imposing Gu Tian.

The red-dressed woman glanced at Chen Fan, saw through his cultivation level instantly, and said with disdain, “Hoho, this can’t be your helper, right? Su Tong, the tomb is filled with dangers. So, what kind of a joke is this? He’ll only get himself killed.”

These people were all in the half-step Manifestation realm—except for Chen Fan, who was only at the ninth-level Heavenly Star realm, not even its peak. Among them, he stood out but as the weakest.

He wasn’t weak by normal standards, as someone like him could dominate an entire region in the Tianwu Continent. In some remote places, he could even establish his own sect.

But here, surrounded by three half-step Manifestation experts, Chen Fan appeared pitifully lacking.

“And what if he drags us down with him? Did you think this is child’s play? That just anyone could join?” Her gaze toward Chen Fan brimmed with disdain, as though she were looking at trash.

She expected him to react—flustered, angry, or at least irritated. Yet, to her dismay, Chen Fan remained utterly indifferent, as if her words were beneath his notice.

This calm disregard unsettled her. After all her mocking, this was his response? It felt like a slap in her face.

“Chen Fan, this is my fellow disciple, Xiao Yuanyuan.”

Su Tong’s face quickly returned to normal, laughing coldly in her heart. Just wait. When you see what he’s capable of, you will know who’s laughable.

“This is the helper I found, Chen Fan.”

“He really is a helper you found? Kekekeke, you’d have been better off returning empty-handed than bringing someone like this,” said Xiao Yuanyuan charmingly yet harshly.

However, she quickly realized she was making a fool of herself. Neither of them seemed to care, leaving her looking like a clown. Resentment briefly flashed in her eyes.

Finally, Gu Tian spoke up. The moment he laid eyes on Chen Fan, his eyes flickered, and his mouth curled up.

“Hoho, Yuanyuan, you better not underestimate him.”

Xiao Yuanyuan asked, “Oh, does Big Brother Gu Tian know him?”

Gu Tian shook his head and said, “Not personally, but he made quite the name at this Demonic Child Banquet.”

“What do you mean?” Xiao Yuanyuan became interested.

Gu Tian said, “He claimed one of the ten seats and even drew Lord Demon Venerable’s attention. So, you tell me, is he not a famous figure?”

Xiao Yuanyuan’s eyes flickered. She smiled gently and said, “Then he really is a famous figure. Not just anyone catches Lord Demon Venerable’s interest.”

“Keke, but the selection battle is about strength, not talent. No matter how talented you are, without strength, it’s over if you’re dead.”

She sneered, “So, famous brat, my advice? Find a hole to hide in. If you’re found and killed, all that talent will be wasted.”

However, facing Gu Tian and Xiao Yuanyuan singing the same tune, Chen Fan did not care at all. They were just two clowns.

His indifference only deepened the cold glint in their eyes, as though their punches had landed on cotton.

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Suddenly, another wave of divine light flashed in the sky. Several more figures came flying from the horizon.

The light on one faded first. It was a man in earth-yellow clothes. Immediately, Su Tong’s voice entered Chen Fan’s ear, “This is Lei Cheng Demon Sect’s young patriarch, Lei Yuanjie.”

Chen Fan glanced at Lei Yuanjie. This person’s cultivation wasn’t any inferior to Gu Tian, also at the middle-stage, half-step Manifestation realm. Even from afar, he could still feel a pressure rush straight at his heart. His face carried traces of arrogance, looking down disdainfully on the world.

Following closely behind was a short, ugly man with a protruding face. Despite his elegant snow-white attire and attempts to appear like a refined noble, he resembled a monkey dressed in finery—unintentionally comical.

Chen Fan quickly noticed that his right leg was crippled. Though the man hid it well, Chen Fan saw through the façade at a glance.

However, that didn’t make him look down on this person at all. His essence, qi, and spirit were much stronger compared to Gu Tian and Lei Yuanjie, and his aura revolved according to his will, creating the illusion of a true Manifestation realm cultivator.

However, it was very obvious that this person was only at the peak, middle-stage, half-step Manifestation realm.

At this time, Su Tong’s voice transmission resounded in Chen Fan’s mind once more.

“This is the chief disciple of the Phantom Demon Sect, a large demon sect in the Ping Shan Demonic Domain, Shang Ziyan. He’s the strongest among the four of us, and he has a very bad temper. Never mention his appearance or crippled leg—that’s his greatest taboo. Be mindful of that.”

Behind Lei Yuanjie and Shang Ziyan were two men and one woman.

Those two men were dressed in black and white long robes, respectively. Both were thin and scrawny, their wretched appearances almost identical. Clearly, they were twins.

The woman, dressed in a flowing black gown, radiated an icy demeanor. Her cold, unapproachable aura was suffocating, like frost that would never thaw, keeping everyone at a distance.