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Chapter 252 - Unparalleled Momentum

Countless people’s teeth chattered in the face of this formation.

While Watermoon City had its share of Yuanfu realm experts, witnessing such a concentrated assembly of them, all poised for bloodshed, was unprecedented. The combination of the formation and the palpable killing intent caused some faint-hearted individuals to collapse, and a few even succumbed to fear-induced deaths, vomiting green bile.

“Patriarch Zhao, Patriarch Zheng, we have nothing to do with this. We’re only here to watch the City Clash Convention.”

“That’s right, please don’t kill us. We’re innocent.”

“I’ll leave immediately. Please spare us.”

“......”

Many people started begging for mercy.

Zhao Kongming shouted coldly, “Those who are not involved, get lost!”

Those here only to watch the show immediately felt they had been granted an amnesty. They scrambled out of Zhao Clan\'s mansion, squeezing and trampling on one another. Some people were even trampled to death.

Zhang Huaiyuan, Zhou Butong, and Lǚ Hou approached Qian Tongtian, their expressions ugly. “Patriarch Qian, what do we do?”

The City Clash Convention had unexpectedly turned out to be a Hongmen Banquet.

Even though these figures were usually at the pinnacle of Watermoon City\'s hierarchy, their current situation left them vastly outnumbered. Each clan had only one or two experts present, and even when combining forces, they had no more than ten Yuanfu realm experts. How could they resist the formidable alliance of the Zhao Clan with that?

Qian Tongtian’s expression was also extremely dark. His eyes flickered, and he looked at Chen Zhengqing. “Brother Chen, the fate of our five clans hangs in the balance today. I wonder about your plans."

Since Chen Zhengqing had noticed the thirty-two hidden Yuanfu realm at the very start, he should be somewhat prepared for the situation.

So, they waited to see how Chen Zhengqing would respond.

Chen Zhengqing did not speak. Instead, Chen Fan stepped forward with a cold gaze. “Plan? What plans do we need?”

Facing the formation of thirty-two Yuanfu realm experts, he showed no signs of fear.

A hint of contempt flickered in his eyes as he addressed Zhao Kongming and the others who were confident in their numerical advantage. “You think you will win for sure just because the numbers are on your side? Let me tell you, in front of absolute strength, all schemes and tricks are nothing more than paper tigers—useless! No matter how many people you have, you’re nothing but a group of trash in front of absolute strength!”

His words were so arrogant that Zhao Kongming, Zheng Qinghu, and the others’ pupils contracted violently.

“Hoho, brat, looks like you still have no idea how dire the situation is for you. Fine, I’ll bring you to your senses!” Zheng Qinghu laughed coldly. Suddenly, he disappeared, appeared in front of Chen Fan, and struck out with a palm.

Facing Zheng Qinghu’s palm strike, Chen Fan showed no fear. He spat out four words indifferently. “You’re like an ant!”

A loud rumble came from inside Chen Fan. It was as if the waters of the Yangtze River were surging. His bones rubbed against one another, producing a thunderous sound.

“A punch is all I need to kill trash like you!” He raised his fist and threw it toward Zheng Qinghu.

Zheng Qinghu’s expression was sinister. “Little bastard, advancing to the Yuanfu realm at such a young age has made you lose touch with reality. You dare spout such arrogant words when you’re merely at the first level. You’re really looking to die!”

Zheng Qinghu put more force into his palm strike with that.

However, when he made contact with Chen Fan’s fist, the sinister look on his face froze.

He sensed an overwhelming strength emanating from Chen Fan\'s fist, akin to that of a god. The force in his palm disintegrated upon encountering this formidable power.

Before he could express his shock, the terrifying strength washed over him like a torrent, rushing into him, wreaking havoc, and erupting.

With a boom, a fifth-level Yuanfu realm powerhouse disintegrated into a mist of blood and fleshy bits.

A stunned silence enveloped the surroundings.

Everyone felt as if they had taken a heavy blow to their souls. They felt as if their heart had skipped a beat.

Even Zhao Kongming’s expression froze. Zheng Qinghu was as strong as him, yet Chen Fan, an eighteen-year-old youth, killed him with one blow!

He even suspected he was suffering from hallucinations!

Moments later, sorrowful cries came from the Zheng Clan’s side.

“Patriarch!”

“Father!”

Their patriarch, pillar, stabilizing force, and number two expert of Watermoon City, Zheng Qinghu, had died.

Zhao Kongming had also come to his senses. He looked at Chen Fan in astonishment, his voice shivering a little as he said, “You killed Brother Qinghu!”

Chen Fan waved his fist and said, “Wasn’t that obvious enough?”

Seeing the smile on Chen Fan’s lips, Zhao Kongming felt a chill run from his soles to his skull.

Chen Zhengqing’s gaze also revealed shock. He knew Chen Fan was strong, much stronger than him. However, he didn’t expect Chen Fan to be strong enough to kill someone at the fifth level like they were a dog.

Only now did he understand why Chen Fan showed no worry despite noticing Zhao Clan’s plot.

Chen Fan was just that confident in his strength.

As Chen Fan had said earlier, all schemes and tricks were like paper tigers in the face of absolute strength.

His lonesome strength would crush them, and a single sword would cut them down.

“Still think you can eradicate my clan with just numbers?”

Chen Fan had his hands behind his back, and his clothes fluttered in the wind. His expression was calm, giving off an air of nobility, completely disregarding the surrounding Yuanfu realm experts.

“Today, Watermoon City shall undergo a huge change. Your six clans shall be removed!”

His icy voice reverberated in their ears like a cold, chilling wind from the Arctic ice plains, making Zhao Kongming and the others shiver. They no longer looked cocksure.

“Everyone, get him together. No matter how powerful this sinful beast is, he can’t possibly be a match for so many of us!” roared Zhao Kongming.

He suppressed the heavy pounding in his heart. He was well aware that they could not afford to delay any longer.

If the Qian, Zhang, Zhou, and Lǚ Clans’ reinforcements arrived, their schemes would fail completely.

A blood-red spear appeared in his hand. His cultivation erupted, and what seemed like a torrent of magma appeared above his head, quickly attacking Chen Fan.

The strategy was clear: eliminate the leader to disband the opposition.

Zhao Kongming initially believed Chen Zhengqing to be their main opponent, but the unfolding events corrected that misconception. It became evident that Chen Fan held the title of the strongest.

If they killed Chen Fan, then Chen Zhengqing, Qian Tongtian, and the others would likely pose little challenge.

“Kill!”

“Avenge the patriarch!”

“Kill, kill, kill!”

Immediately, the auras of the surrounding six clans’ Yuanfu realm experts erupted. Wielding their weapons, more than twenty Yuanfu realm experts struck at Chen Fan together.

Their cultivation boomed, rolling across the space. The winds stormed wildly.

The momentum of more than twenty Yuanfu realm experts’ combined attacks was like a flood washing over the space. It was incomparably mighty and gave people chills.

Despite mainly being first, second, or third-level Yuanfu realm experts, except for higher-tier experts like Zhao Kongming or Li Yuanba, the coordinated assault was overwhelming, capable of moving mountains and rivers.

This joint offensive could slay even a sixth-level Yuanfu realm powerhouse on the spot.

Chen Zhengqing’s scalp turned numb at the sight of the terrifying attacks. “Xiaofan!”

Chen Fan laughed and said, “No need to worry, Father. They don’t amount to anything.”

He let out a roar. His voice was like thunder, shaking the heavens. He immediately kicked off into the air, rushing toward the combined attacks of the twenty-something Yuanfu realm experts.