Chapter 462

A few minutes ago, when the signs of Chen Fan breaking through to Martial God descended, above the Zhenyuan Army, auspicious colors filled the sky, rushing straight into the nine heavens.

The hearts and minds of the entire army were shaken, and their hot blood instantly rushed to their heads.

Ye Wentian was even more excited, his fists clenched tightly.

He knew too well—this was the supreme phenomenon of breaking through to Martial God!

But the next second, his pupils shrank, and he froze on the spot.

He saw that the five-colored divine light symbolizing the path of the Martial God was directly shattered by a domineering, peerless punch, and the light rain scattered across the sky.

Ye Wentian's mind went blank.

He couldn't figure it out, completely unable to figure it out!

Just as he was distracted, a cold mental transmission went straight into his soul:

"Master, order the entire army to be on high alert. I am going to start a war against the Three-Eyed Blue Blood Clan."

"What?!"

Ye Wentian's heart and mind were shaken. He had anticipated this day, but he had never thought it would come so quickly and so domineeringly!

"You just need to be on guard; this battle likely won't require you to take action, you just need to take over the Antarctic continent afterward."

Chen Fan's voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable absolute confidence.

To this day, the struggle between races was no longer about the number of people, but about top-tier combat power.

At Chen Fan's level, one person could suppress and annihilate an entire race!

Deep in the Antarctic continent, the ancestral land of the Three-Eyed Blue Blood Clan.

Jiao Cangqi and Nos Zhenyue were suppressing their anxiety, directing their clansmen to migrate in a hurry.

"Just now, five-colored divine light descended from the sky, but it flashed and vanished; it must be that Chen Fan failed to break through to Martial God!"

Jiao Cangqi let out a long sigh of relief, and the tense muscles on his face finally relaxed.

Nos Zhenyue was also relieved, the ferocity in his eyes surging:

"After settling the clansmen, you and I will join forces and must kill this scoundrel!"

Before his voice had even faded—

Boom——!!!

A pressure that transcended heaven and earth, terrifying to the point of suffocation, suddenly suppressed down from the nine heavens!

The entire Antarctic continent was trembling, and the firmament seemed to be pressed down by a giant hand.

Between heaven and earth, only one cold, domineering voice that transcended all living beings remained, rolling like thunder, resounding in every corner:

"Nos Zhenyue, Jiao Cangqi, get out here and die!"

The sound wave crushed everything in all directions; countless Three-Eyed Blue Blood powerhouses spat blood on the spot, trembling all over, crawling on the ground, not even having the courage to raise their heads.

"Who?!"

Nos Zhenyue and Jiao Cangqi raised their heads abruptly, extreme shock erupting in their eyes.

This aura... it's Chen Fan!

But this momentum was several times stronger than when he seized the Water Spirit Bead!

The two of them rushed into the sky, and when they saw that lonely, proud figure in the horizon, their pupils suddenly contracted into needles.

"Chen Fan?! It's you!" Jiao Cangqi gasped in shock.

He couldn't believe it—this momentum was actually no weaker than a Martial God!

Chen Fan stood with his hands behind his back in the firmament, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as the sea, surrounded by four-colored spiritual light of thunder, fire, space, and water, like a demon god descending into the world, looking down indifferently:

"Submit, or die."

"You... could it be... you really attained the Martial God realm?" Nos Zhenyue's voice trembled, and even his divine soul was shaking.

Chen Fan sneered, his tone as indifferent as looking down at ants:

"Not yet."

"Not yet a Martial God, and you dare to bark here!" Jiao Cangqi was furious and laughed instead, his hanging heart suddenly letting go.

"But killing the two of you is easy."

Chen Fan chuckled, and Guifuzi's figure appeared at the same time, blocking in front of the two Martial Gods!

"Not yet a Martial God, and you dare to speak wildly about killing me? A huge joke!"

Before Jiao Cangqi's voice had faded.

Time suddenly froze.

Everything in heaven and earth was frozen.

The next instant, a terrifying fist print entwined with thunder, burning heavenly flames, spatial distortion, and the Water Dao had already smashed fiercely onto his head!

Boom——!!!

The head exploded, and the godhead between the eyebrows was exposed.

The godhead was the crystal of the sea of consciousness, hard and immortal, hiding the Martial God's origin soul.

But the Soul Suppressing Bell smashed down carrying the Water Dao—

Crack——

The godhead cracked inch by inch, and Jiao Cangqi's soul was exposed.

Time resumed its flow.

Only extreme fear remained on Jiao Cangqi's face, and he roared blankly:

"I... what happened to me?!"

Just as he wanted to escape, the power of space had already compressed him into a ball of light like a cage.

Chen Fan threw it casually into the Rebirth Cauldron.

"Black Crow, refine it into a soul pill."

A light sentence, falling into Black Crow's ears, was more like a death sentence, smashing into Nos Zhenyue's heart.

From Chen Fan's appearance to the complete fall of a Martial God, it was only a few breaths.

Such slaughter, such domineering, how could it not make Nos Zhenyue's heart and mind collapse!

"You secretly refined blood crystals and soul crystals, harming countless living beings. Today is your death day. Nos Zhenyue, die!"

Toward alien races, Chen Fan had never had half a mercy.

Alien races were ultimately alien races and could never be of one heart with the human race.

"Chen Fan, do you really think you can defeat me?"

Nos Zhenyue calmed down instead, the golden light around his body surging.

A brilliant golden long sword was slowly held in his hand.

"I have refined an exclusive rule battle weapon; my strength is far from what Jiao Cangqi can compare to!"

"At death's door, and you still dare to be stubborn." Chen Fan snorted coldly.

The Void Heaven-Splitting Blade suddenly appeared!

Kill!

With a thought, the blade light had already reached in front of Nos Zhenyue!

The Void Heaven-Splitting Blade could tear through heaven and earth, but it couldn't cut that golden sword.

Nos Zhenyue was the supreme master of the Gold Element, his rule battle weapon indestructible; the sword light swept across, space was pierced through in layers, and divine flames burned the heavens!

Chen Fan simply put away the Void Heaven-Splitting Blade!

This rule battle weapon was ultimately not refined by himself; besides carrying space abilities, it had no other use.

Chen Fan chose to fight with his physical body!

His fists shook the golden sword hard, not falling behind in the slightest.

Four types of energy surged and roared in his body, his physical body having long since surpassed divine weapons.

And in his sea of consciousness, the Chaos Golden Book automatically opened the Metal Element Chapter, frantically devouring the Metal Dao origin scattered on the battlefield.

His comprehension of the Metal Dao rules was skyrocketing at a terrifying speed.

This was not pure talent, but the supreme power of the Primitive Primordial Thunder Soul, the Chaos Golden Book supreme treasure, and the Thunder-Transforming Five Elements Great Method combined into one!

This battle shattered mountains and rivers and overturned the polar regions.

All the high-level officials of the human race and the Three-Eyed Blue Blood Clan were watching with bated breath.

This was not a dispute between two people, but a battle for the survival of the race!

One battle lasted for three days and three nights.

The Metal Element Chapter of the Chaos Golden Book had long since had runes flowing, with ten thousand feet of golden light.

A cold light flashed in Chen Fan's eyes, and he spoke indifferently:

"That's enough, you can die now."

Sun-Stationed Universe Pupil, fully opened!

Time was completely frozen again!

This technique had finished cooling down two days ago; he deliberately endured it just to thoroughly understand the Metal Dao.

Now, the time had come.

Chen Fan followed the same pattern, pierced through Nos Zhenyue's head with one punch, shattered the godhead, and forcibly extracted his soul.

The shrill wailing resounded through heaven and earth, and Nos Zhenyue's soul was fiercely refined by the Rebirth Cauldron, turning into a gray-white soul pill.

Heaven and earth were silent.

The firmament was covered with dark clouds, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, as if mourning for the fallen Martial God.

The people of the Three-Eyed Blue Blood Clan were ashen-faced, their eyes empty.

They had lost.

Completely, a total defeat.