Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 1000 - Rematch Against Zhuge Yan

Several figures walked out of the sovereign’s chamber palace—princes, Zhuge Mingyue, and the imperial consorts.

Next, the Medicine King Valley’s people walked out, escorting Lin Xian’er. The moment she appeared, countless eyes lit up.

Even the Warring Nation’s prince and Princess Tianluan’s gazes trembled momentarily, marveling at her beauty—how could such a woman exist?

As expected of the Medicine King Valley’s saintess, she truly lived up to her reputation as the world’s number one beauty.

Beside them was Chen Fan’s group. Many gazes shifted toward them, eyes flickering.

Naturally, their identity as True Martial Academy disciples was no secret.

Noticing their imposing appearances and extraordinary temperament, the crowd’s eyes flickered, thinking that they were dragons and phoenixes amongst men.

The gathered figures parted, and a lone figure strolled out of the palace. He looked calm, exuding no aura. However, his entrance drew all eyeballs to him without exception. Even Lin Xian’er seemed to lose her radiance.

He was Zhuge Qingfeng—the Holy Spirit Ancient Nation’s sovereign.

Prince Jing, Prince Qi, and the others couldn’t help but narrow their eyes, a chilling light flickering within.

Zhuge Qingfeng had actually gotten up and not only that—his complexion was rosy, his energy vigorous, showing no signs of frailty.

But knowing the poison they had administered was supposedly incurable—even the Medicine King himself might not be able to save him, let alone just Lin Xian’er—they dismissed their concerns. It should have been impossible to cure.

He was likely making his final stand and fight in his last battle before death. He must have used some secret art to regain his fleeting radiance.

With this in mind, the princes relaxed, remaining seated. They were merely surprised at his resilience—enduring such a lethal blood poison for so long without succumbing.

Prince Dawu, Qingluan, Li Clan, Man Clan, and the other experts’ gazes also flickered with surprise, flashing with a brief strange look.

An imperial bodyguard appeared, carrying the imperial throne to the top of the stairs. Zhuge Qingfeng sat on it. He glanced at the people present and said calmly, “For what reason have you all come to visit me?”

At his words, the hall fell silent.

A chilling cold smile flashed in Zhuge Qingfeng’s eyes. His gaze turned to Prince Jing and the others, and he said with a smile, “And my imperial brothers, you barged into my palace uninvited. Are you dissatisfied with your sovereign?”

Prince Jing’s expression flickered. Seeing Zhuge Qingfeng’s composed smile, he couldn’t discern his thoughts.

“Zhuge Qingfeng, you’re a brute. Years ago, you slaughtered your own brothers and displayed their heads as a show of force. You’re wicked beyond redemption. For years, you’ve ruled with tyranny, spilling endless blood. I think it’s time for you to step down from your position,” Prince Qi said coldly.

The air turned frigid.

His words were outright rebellious, laying bare their intentions. It was clear: they had come prepared for a final confrontation.

Zhuge Qingfeng fixed his gaze on Prince Qi. His smile didn’t fade, yet it sent a chill down Prince Qi’s spine.

“You want me to step down? That’s quite simple. Take my head and use it as a show of force, and the throne is yours, but before that...” Zhuge Qingfeng trailed off, looking at Chen Fan, who stood at his side.

Chen Fan stepped forward, gazing at Zhuge Yan. Their gazes collided in the air, filled with fierce battle intent.

Zhuge Yan took a step forward and rose to the sky. His aura erupted wildly, as he unleashed his eighth-level Manifestation realm aura. In an instant, a storm raged in the sky, and he shouted furiously, “Chen Fan, come up and face your death!”

Thump!

Thunder roared in the sky as his voice fell. With Zhuge Yan at the center, flashes of lightning shone.

A sea of lightning appeared behind him, and a terrifying lightning giant manifested, like a lightning god.

Zhuge Yan’s terrifying aura tore through the sky as if he would destroy everything with lightning.

“Look at you, strutting around like you’re not a complete loser. Shameless.”

Chen Fan gazed deeply. His aura also erupted violently, forming a fierce storm that clashed with Zhuge Yan’s aura in the sky, matching him equally.

“As expected, Zhuge Yan has advanced to the eighth level, and it looks like his cultivation is extremely firm. His aura is even progressing toward the ninth level. His innate lightning body and bloodline sure are extraordinary.”

“Although Chen Fan has improved, he has yet to break through to the sixth level. He’s only in the peak fifth-level Manifestation realm. I’m afraid Zhuge Yan will be using Chen Fan’s life to wash away his previous shame with blood.”

The crowd looked up into the sky. Their aura alarmed the crowd. One of them would die today; it was only a matter of who.

Golden light blossomed from Chen Fan, making him seem like a golden ancient god, giving others an extremely strong sense of oppression.

His Hegemonic Golden Body had fully advanced to level 29 after he had assimilated the Lightning Source.

“Chen Fan, you will surely die in battle today!”

Zhuge Yan’s aura became extremely berserk. Lightning kept roaring and exploding. The entire sky became an ocean of lightning, shrouding all directions.

“Is this your source of confidence? I spared your life on account of you being half a host of the Holy Spirit Ancient Nation, but you failed to cherish it. Since that is the case, I’ll end you today—no one will save you!” Chen Fan’s voice resounded through heaven and earth domineeringly.

Zhuge Yan’s aura became even more berserk, boiling over like water. Lightning exploded and crackled noisily.

His defeat at the coliseum had been his greatest humiliation. Whenever he thought of it, he felt an intense urge to murder Chen Fan. Only by washing away that shame could he get rid of his mental demon.

Otherwise, he would live under Chen Fan’s shadow for the rest of his life and have no hopes of reaching the Legendary realm.

Hatred.

Overwhelming hatred.

“Hmph! Who in the world dares to say they will never lose? Although I lost to you once, I will use your fresh blood to wash away my shame today. Did you think I am still the same person as I was two months ago? Laughable. Soon, you’ll realize how foolish and naïve you are.”

Zhuge Yan’s eyes burned with confidence. Killing intent howled from him as lightning flashed like a cataclysm, illuminating his clenched fists.

He was like the wind, descending in front of Chen Fan in a flash. With an angry roar, he blasted out with a punch with overwhelming might.

The lightning god behind him seemed to be roaring and lifted its arm simultaneously, unleashing a punch.

The air roared furiously, and the space trembled intensely. Endless might converged on the fist light, crushing its way forward. It seemed like the void would be destroyed.

The punch was like the maw of a lightning-filled abyss.

The moment he made a move, Zhuge Yan went all out, determined to kill Chen Fan as fast and overwhelmingly as possible. Only then could he wash away the shame he suffered.