Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 463 - Nangong Xuan’s Choice

Chen Fan's words had sent another shockwave through the crowd.

Was Chen Fan threatening Nangong Xuan?

All eyes turned to Nangong Xuan, curious about his response. The corners of Nangong Xuan's eyes twitched fiercely on his withered face. His stern gaze met Chen Fan’s gaze. An aura awakened within him, like a slumbering lion suddenly roaring to life.

As the Nangong Clan’s grand elder, Nangong Xuan held the highest authority and possessed the strongest cultivation, at the seventh level.

Such a level made him a top-tier expert across the entire imperial city. A mere stomp from him could leave others trembling. Even in a sect like the Spring Autumn Sect, he would be considered an absolute powerhouse.

Nangong Baxiong shouted from the side, “Grand Elder...”

He didn’t know what Nangong Xuan would choose. If he picked the Qin Clan, what should their Moon Bloodline do?

He was torn between his clan and his nephew.

Nangong Xuan ignored Nangong Baxiong. His sharp gaze remained fixed on Chen Fan as if trying to see through him.

“No need to look at me like that. I only gave you a choice because my mother is a member of your clan. Given that you ordered her house arrest, I would have killed you right away if you were anyone else,” Chen Fan said plainly.

He talked like Nangong Xuan was just an ordinary guy, and he had only let the grand elder live on account of Nangong Yue.

Hearing such bold words from Chen Fan, many people's eyes twitched with disbelief.

Even if he was Spring Autumn Sect’s Chen Fan, he had only killed a sixth-level expert in that life-and-death fight. Nangong Xuan, on the other hand, was an expert at the seventh level. The gap between them was enormous.

Nangong Ling said, “Grand Elder, you mustn’t spare this little bastard. It’s our Nangong Qingshuang wedding day. We’ll lose all face if we allow him to cause trouble like this. If you side with him, what will the Qin Clan think?”

“Tell me, what’s your decision? Of course, this trash’s life hinges on your decision,” Chen Fan said lightly, deciding Nangong Zhao’s fate in a few sentences.

Nangong Zhao was cursing inside. By now, it was clear that this Chen Fan was indeed the one from the Spring Autumn Sect. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be acting so arrogantly, disregarding an expert at the fifth level.

He wanted to retreat, but an invisible pressure descended, rooting him to his place. Chen Fan’s light voice rang in his ear. “You’d better not move, or you’ll die immediately!”

Sweat poured down Nangong Zhao's face as he stood frozen in place.

Nangong Xuan stared fixedly at Chen Fan, and suddenly made a move!

Swoosh!

An ear-piercing noise sliced through the air as Nangong Xuan shot forward like a comet. A thunderclap resounded as he unleashed his cultivation, sending a powerful palm strike at Chen Fan. He didn't say a word, but his actions made his choice clear.

“Hoho, it seems like you’re tired of living, old geezer. Fine, I gave you a chance, but you just had to choose death. Allow me to send you on your way!”

Chen Fan suddenly thrust his spear violently. Nangong Zhao couldn’t even scream before he exploded and his fleshy chunks rained down. He simultaneously thrust his palm, executing Northern Star Reaper Hand.

An intent to reap lives swept across the area, shaking the world.

With a rumble, Nangong Xuan’s attack shattered, and he was sent flying backward. He spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood in the air.

Crash!

Nangong Xuan could not steady himself and crashed into the banquet, making a swathe of people fall and scream miserably.

“You...” Nangong Xuan finally steadied himself, shock and horror etched on his aged face.

He never expected that one attack from Chen Fan could send him flying. The terrifying strength of the attack wreaked havoc inside him. It was extremely alarming.

Chen Fan’s indifferent gaze fell on Nangong Xuan, making him tremble fiercely.

“What do you mean, ‘you?’ Are you thinking about begging for mercy? Too late! I gave you a way out, but you chose the way to hell. So, you’re destined to die today. No one can save you today!”

Nangong Xuan noticed that Chen Fan's eyes were filled with nothing but icy killing intent.

Woah!

The crowd clamored once more.

“Is this for real? Even a seventh-level expert failed to withstand a palm strike from Chen Fan. He really is the Spring Autumn Sect’s holy disciple, Chen Fan!”

“How terrifying. It turns out that Chen Fan is so powerful. Even Nangong Xuan is no match for him.”

“Nangong Xuan is too old. Even though he is at the seventh level, his vitality and vigor are on the decline. He’s long since past his prime; he is barely a seventh-level expert.”

“That doesn’t make Chen Fan any less terrifying! However, no matter how strong he is, I’m afraid he won’t escape death today. After all, we’re at the Qin Clan!”

“That’s right. Even without considering the others, I fear Qin Wudi could defeat Chen Fan. Although Qin Wudi is also at the seventh level, he is at his peak, far beyond what Nangong Xuan can compare to. If he acts, Chen Fan stands no chance of surviving.”

“......”

The crowd was astonished by Chen Fan’s strength, but they still thought that Chen Fan was courting death.

“Grand Elder!” Nangong Baxiong shouted with complicated feelings. He had anticipated this outcome, yet it was still hard to accept.

He understood why Nangong Xuan made this decision. Supporting Chen Fan would mean fully offending the Qin Clan.

Chen Fan had walked into an inescapable trap. No matter how powerful he was, he couldn't match the Qin Clan.

Thus, Nangong Xuan made that choice.

Chen Fan stepped forward, and his aura erupted. His seventh-level aura covered heaven and earth, shrouding all directions.

“Have you thought it through, Qin Wudi? Is it crippling your cultivation, or is it the annihilation of your clan?”

Everyone felt difficulty breathing, trembling under Chen Fan’s aura.

“Seventh level of the Core Formation realm!”

“Woah... Seventh level! It’s unbelievable. How old is he? Twenty, maybe? A twenty-year-old at the seventh level of the Core Formation realm...”

Countless people were shaken.

“Everyone, my father and I are here today to settle our scores. Those not involved should leave now, or you might get caught in the chaos!” Chen Fan's voice echoed powerfully.

Clatter, clatter...

Countless people rushed out of the Qin Clan mansion immediately.

Currently, the fight between Chen Fan and the Qin Clan was like a battle of immortals, so ordinary people would only suffer. They didn’t want to be swept up in the chaos and meet an untimely death.

Naturally, Qin Wudi wouldn’t, nor could he, stop them.

His icy gaze fell on Chen Fan. A terrifying aura erupted, sweeping the heavens. Slicing noises rang out in space.

A sharp saber intent emanated from Qin Wudi, like a divine sword emerging to cleanse the world with a bloodbath.