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Chapter 542 - 608: The Might of the Splitting Sky

Chapter 542: Chapter 608: The Might of the Splitting Sky

The cultivator’s heart shuddered. The opponent was just a martial artist, so how could he step through the void like this?

What kind of terrifying realm was this?

Even martial artists who had reached the Master Realm couldn’t possibly control flight through the sky!

Staring in astonishment as Chen Nan charged at him, this cultivator was completely panicked. It wasn’t until Chen Nan took another step and pounced right in front of him that he snapped back to his senses. He then hurled another magic treasure, pushing his True Qi to the limit in the hope of blocking Chen Nan’s offensive.

They heard only a "swoosh."

A Flying Knife wrapped in white light instantly pierced through the air and sped ferociously toward Chen Nan’s face.

After the first Flying Knife was thrown, the cultivator swiftly cast a spell and immediately after, five more Flying Knives were hurled. They formed a continuous silver chain in the air, determined to slash Chen Nan into pieces!

Seeing the Flying Knife’s approach, Chen Nan took a step using Slaughter God Step, dodged the first Flying Knife, then swung the Hunyuan Sword diagonally, chopping down the second Flying Knife. Following this, his left hand, filled with Splitting Sky Energy, surging forth, struck directly on the side of the third Flying Knife!

Only to hear a "clang," the sound rang crisp as if two weapons had struck each other. Chen Nan’s fleshly body, astoundingly, slapped the cultivator’s Flying Knife Magic Treasure away.

Chen Nan had cultivated a Martial Body and was normally able to withstand weapons used by other martial artists.

Now, stimulated by the True Essence of Martial Arts, protected by Killing Aura and War Blood, his mortal body was defying the heavens. Even if an enemy’s magic treasure was comparable in quality to the Hunyuan Sword, it was still slapped away by Chen Nan.

"Crack..."

A faint sound of fracturing emerged, and from the struck Flying Knife, a buzzing vibration sounded.

"What!"

This cultivator was shocked, his spirit injured by the blow to his own magic treasure. He staggered, nearly falling from his Flying Sword beneath him.

A martial artist capable of resisting a magic treasure with their bare body, moreover, a cultivation treasure? How was this possible!

With such a heaven-defying physical body, wasn’t this every cultivator’s worst nightmare?

Seeing Chen Nan’s overwhelming Killing Aura, and his palm, covered with golden True Qi, thundering towards his chest, this cultivator’s face paled dramatically. He hastily maneuvered the remaining three Flying Knives, shooting them towards Chen Nan, and screamed, "Junior brothers, save me!"

By now, he had lost all hope in his own magic treasures.

Under Chen Nan’s Splitting Sky Hand, all magic treasures were nothing but scrap!

His hope lay solely with the four junior brothers who could attack Chen Nan from the side, possibly creating a life-saving opportunity for him.

Seeing Chen Nan like a mad demon, capable not only of controlling his movement in the sky but also of deflecting their sect’s magic treasures with sheer bodily strength alone, the remaining cultivators’ faces drastically changed.

But now, there was no time left for them to think further.

They urgently controlled their Flying Swords, attacking Chen Nan while simultaneously spitting out their magic treasures.

Facing the oncoming magic treasures, Chen Nan showed not a hint of fear.

Beneath his feet, the last step of Slaughter God Seven Steps was swiftly carried out, his figure flickering like a fleeting light, he directly lunged at the leader of the cultivators.

With the swiftness of lightning, a Splitting Sky Hand struck down on the enemy’s chest.

"Kill!"

A palm struck out, heavily smashing into the opponent’s chest.

"Pu..."

Seen was the cultivator’s blood, gushing out like a fountain, as Chen Nan’s palm force directly smashed his chest inward, turning his internal organs into a bloody pulp.

The air suddenly filled with layers of blood mist, dyeing this quiet realm of Heaven and Earth red.

"Yuan Zhen Senior Brother!"

Seeing their leader hammered to death by Chen Nan’s palm, the remaining four cultivators’ eyes reddened immediately. Countless magic treasures poured down like fierce rain, smashing towards him head-on.

For a moment, the air in the sky was filled with the howling energy of golden weapons, and an unbounded killing aura surged violently.

"A bunch of trash seeking their own death!"

Chen Nan sneered coldly, his purple-gold palm ripping through the void, and slapped fiercely onto a great sword. With a "clang", the flying sword was blasted away by Chen Nan.

The next moment, several beams of light in different colors shot towards him, but Chen Nan was fearless and raised his palm to meet them.

"Bang! Bang! Crack..."

A green ring coming from the left, shattered into pieces with two strikes of the Splitting Sky Hand and turned into debris scattering all over the sky.

Next, a silent, black little arrow and a fist-sized blood-red bead approached from overhead and the right, respectively.

The black arrow seemed weightless and weak, yet it filled with a bone-chilling cold aura. Meanwhile, the blood-red bead exhibited intense fluctuations of True Qi. As it neared Chen Nan, it swelled several times in size against the wind and smashed violently towards his head.

Chen Nan scoffed in disdain and waved his hands continuously.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

It sounded like hammering iron, shaking the heavens.

The chilling, fleeting black arrow was brutally twisted into a ball of scrap metal by Chen Nan, then it clinked onto the ground. The blood-red bead, now several times larger and resembling a walnut, showed cracks like those of chipped porcelain on its once smooth surface.

As these two Magic Treasures shattered, two Cultivators not far away coughed up blood copiously, their faces turning deathly pale, nearly falling off their flying swords.

"Just a pile of junk, and you call these Magic Treasures?"

Chen Nan roared, seizing the opportunity given by the opponents’ shaken spirit, leaped into the air, and dashed towards one of the Cultivators like a bolt of lightning.

That Cultivator immediately showed a look of panic.

He had not expected that Chen Nan, relying on his Martial Arts physical body alone, had forcibly broken through the Sect’s Ultimate Kill Formation, and even smashed his soul-entrusted Magic Treasures into junk with his bare hands.

His strongest card did nothing against Chen Nan, and now, seeing Chen Nan charging at him, he could only desperately urge his flying sword to escape.

"Think you can run? It’s already too late, die!"

Chen Nan, with a furious roar, made the void tremble wherever the edge of his Hunyuan Sword passed, mercilessly slashing at the back of the neck of this Cultivator!

"Puh!"

Blood sprayed in mid-air, head and body instantly separated, and with a "plop," both landed on the ground almost simultaneously, still with eyes wide open in death.

The bright red blood flowed freely, immediately staining the ground red.

"Next!"

After decapitating the second Cultivator, Chen Nan did not pause and immediately turned towards the third Cultivator.

This person, already terrified by his ferocious killing, lacked even the courage to resist and turned tail to run.

Chen Nan snorted coldly, stomped heavily on the ground, leaving a phantom image in place as he moved at an extremity of speed towards the fleeing Cultivator.

In his heart filled with panic, the Cultivator randomly threw out seven or eight Magic Treasures and, without looking back, drove his flying sword towards the mountains to escape.

But he was too close to Chen Nan previously, within seven steps, and even on a flying sword, how could he possibly be faster than Chen Nan?

Chen Nan, like slaughtering chickens and dogs, raised his hand and sliced down with a sword.

"Puh..."

Blood splattered, flesh and organs scattered across the sky.

Chen Nan, holding the blood-dripping War Sword, his aura skyrocketing with killing intent, swept coldly towards the last two like an Asura from Hell.