Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 954 - Herbaceous Water Spirit

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The other burly men surrounding Chen Fan were stunned and terrified when they saw Chen Fan crippling Ma Yuanlong on the spot.

In the Dead Region, losing martial arts meant becoming worthless—a mere punching bag for others. Death was the better option.

Those people immediately turned tail.

They weren’t loyal to Ma Yuanlong; they had only followed him for personal gain.

However, now that even Ma Yuanlong was no match for this person, they immediately realized they had run into an iron wall and dared not linger.

Ma Yuanlong had always bullied the weak while avoiding the strong, as he wasn’t reckless.

He would never approach a sixth or seventh-level Manifestation realm expert.

However, Chen Fan was only at the fourth level, just like him. Who could have thought that Ma Yuanlong would be defeated instantly with one punch?

His strength was undeniable. He had stayed at this level for many years, yet he couldn’t withstand a single blow from Chen Fan. That was terrifying.

“You want to leave? Too late!”

Chen Fan had no sympathy for them. They had tried to force a trade—then even dared to threaten to break his limbs. They were courting death.

How could these people be a match for Chen Fan? No matter how they scattered, none could outrun him. In mere moments, their martial arts were crippled.

Chen Fan did not kill them, as he knew that in the Dead Region, being a cripple was worse than being dead.

The crowd watching from the sidelines sucked in breaths of cold air, both in awe of Chen Fan’s strength and in shock at his ruthless methods.

The nearby crowd murmured.

“My god, this guy’s so strong. Ma Yuanlong is among the strongest in the fourth-level Manifestation realm, yet that guy crippled him with a single punch. This is too terrifying.”

“I’ve never seen such a powerful fourth-level Manifestation realm martial artist before. Even those stronger than Ma Yuanlong in the same cultivation realm couldn't defeat him in one blow. I am sure even some fifth-level Manifestation realm experts couldn’t do that.”

“It’s no wonder he ignored Ma Yuanlong—he was simply on another level.”

“Still, he may have invited disaster upon himself. This guy is clearly a genius who can fight above his realm, but Ma Yuanlong’s real confidence comes from his older brother.”

“You’re talking about Ma Rufeng? I heard he advanced to the seventh level not long ago. Tsk tsk, how truly terrifying. In our city, people at that level stand at the peak.”

“That’s right. Ma Rufeng cherishes his younger brother very much. Do you remember the time Ma Yuanlong ran into an iron wall and was beaten up? You know what Ma Rufeng did? He hunted the guy down, tore off his head, and hung it on the city walls for three days.”

“That’s right, this kid really is in trouble now. Hasn’t Ma Rufeng gone to the Underworld Mountain Stream to look for Herbaceous Water Spirit? Once he returns... If I were him, I would surely leave immediately.”

The Fallen Leaf City was just a small city in the vast Dead Region. Here, fifth or sixth-level Manifestation realm cultivators could act with impunity, while those at the seventh level essentially ruled over the city.

But no matter how much the crowd gossiped, Chen Fan paid them no mind.

Seventh-level Manifestation realm? Strong, yes—but he had already fought them when he was at the third level, though victory wasn’t guaranteed back then. Now, at the fourth level, overwhelming them was merely a trivial matter.

Under the gazes of everyone, Chen Fan didn’t flee. Instead, he casually walked into a restaurant and ordered some food and drinks.

The restaurant was rather lively. Conversations filled the air.

The ongoing discussions in the restaurant made Chen Fan’s expression turn serious.

“Have you heard? Someone discovered Herbaceous Water Spirit at the Underworld Mountain Stream. Tons of people are rushing over to try their luck.”

“Really? Herbaceous Water Spirit is the essence of water, an existence that has turned into a spirit. Absorbing its energy can help someone break through their cultivation with ease.”

“I know, right? As soon as this news broke out, nearly half of the Dead Region went abuzz. Many Manifestation realm experts rushed over.”

“I heard all our seventh-level Manifestation realm experts have gone over.”

“Too bad our cultivation is too low. Even if we went, it’d be pointless. Otherwise, I’d give it a shot myself.”

“Hehe, it’s not that simple. Do you know who has gone to the Underworld Mountain Stream? Seventh-level experts are just small fries in this game. More than a few eighth or ninth-level Manifestation realm experts have joined the hunt, and rumor has it that even peak Manifestation realm experts are watching closely."

“In that case, whoever obtains the Herbaceous Water Spirit will be holding a ticking time bomb. Without absolute strength, they’ll be killed the moment they take it."

"Exactly. We can only dream about it. Who knows whose hands it’ll end up in?"

Herbaceous Water Spirit, the essence of water, contained vast amounts of energy. If he could obtain it, breaking through his cultivation would be effortless. Even he felt tempted.

But from what he heard, the matter had already escalated. Many experts had rushed to the Underworld Mountain Stream, with quite a few in the eighth or ninth-level Manifestation realm.

That meant getting involved wouldn’t be easy. Worse, peak Manifestation realm powerhouses were lurking in the shadows, hoping to use the spirit to glimpse the law of water.

Chen Fan weighed his options. Should he go to the Underworld Mountain Stream and get involved?

If he wanted to advance his cultivation again, he needed an enormous amount of resources. The Herbaceous Water Spirit could significantly reduce the time he needed to break through.

Chen Fan thought about it and decided to go to the Underworld Mountain Stream to take a look.

“Whatever. Danger and opportunity go hand in hand. I must go take a look. Even if I can’t obtain the Herbaceous Water Spirit, I won’t have a problem trying to escape.”

A mountain of treasure was right in front of his eyes—it would be a waste not to see it for himself.

Also, retreating in the face of difficulties was not Chen Fan’s style.

Immediately, Chen Fan cleaned up the drinks on the table like a gust of wind. When he was about to head to the Underworld Mountain Stream, an overwhelming pressure shrouded down on him.

The entire restaurant let out creaking noises under this pressure, seemingly about to collapse at any moment.

An icy voice boomed in space.

“The bastard who hurt my little brother, show yourself!”

A wave of force erupted. Blood spewed from the mouths of many patrons. Dishes shattered. Faces turned pale with terror.