parentshiftbook Chapter 832 - Injured
Chapter 832 - Injured
Chapter 832 - Injured
“These two are so terrifying, my god, are they really still in the Heavenly Star realm?”
“The first demon general being this strong I can accept. After all, we all call him the fifth demon lord in private. But why is the Third Demon General Chen Fan so terrifying? He is unbelievably strong despite only being at the eighth level!”
“Exactly! I feel so bad when I look at him.”
“It seems like it won’t be easy for him to take down Chen Fan.”
“......”
The crowd watched the fierce battle unfold, their hearts pounding with fear.
The sheer power of Chen Fan and the first demon general was overwhelming. The shockwaves alone made even peak Heavenly Star realm demon generals feel their lives were in danger.
None doubted that if they faced either of the two, they wouldn’t last three moves. The gap between them and these two fighters was unimaginably vast.
Even the second demon general, Jin Xingzi, was shaken to his core.
As the second demon general, he was also a symbol of strength.
While he knew he couldn’t match the first demon general, he had believed it would be a hard fight for his opponent to defeat him.
Now, witnessing the first demon general’s terrifying power, he realized the truth: defeating him would be easy, and killing him—effortless.
The princess also paid attention to the fight. Watching Chen Fan hold his ground against the first demon general, she was also in shock.
“This guy... Even Tu Shan can’t bring him down?”
As the princess of the demon sect, she knew Tu Shan’s power all too well.
She had provoked the first demon general’s ire toward Chen Fan merely to test the latter’s strength.
She never expected Chen Fan to stand as his equal. Now, seeing the battle unfold, she realized her earlier judgment had been far off the mark.
Boom!
Suddenly, the lightning-fast exchange between the two stopped. The first demon general’s spear was trembling, and a hint of shock flashed across his eyes.
The first demon general had absolute confidence in his strength.
He had confidently declared that killing any demon general—including Chen Fan—would be no great challenge. After all, Chen Fan’s ability to kill a half-step Manifestation realm expert was impressive but not beyond Tu Shan’s capabilities.
Yet now, after clashing with Chen Fan, he finally grasped the truth.
Boom, boom, boom...
But Tu Shan was no slouch. Having cultivated demonic arts—known for their excruciating difficulty but immense rewards—his physique was formidable.
Moreover, the first demon general did not rely solely on his demonic art to raise his physique’s toughness and strength; he also practiced body cultivation techniques. As a result, his physique far outclassed other demonic cultivators of the same realm.
The two of them continued to strike relentlessly. Their terrifying forces collided in a savage rhythm that left the air crackling.
The onlookers could feel their scalps tingling from the sheer intensity of the battle.
Boom!
Boom, boom!
Boom, boom, boom!
There were no complex techniques—just brutal, straightforward exchanges. In front of such strength, all other tactics were rendered irrelevant. A single strike could break through any defense.
Even if their enemy had a thousand means and ten thousand arts, all they needed was one move to crush them all.
Rumble!
Once again, they collided like two meteorites slamming into each other, creating a violent shockwave that made the crowd flinch.
Fresh blood splattered in the air, leaving everyone breathless.
Everyone widened their eyes. Someone was injured. Who was it?
Everyone secretly guessed in their hearts.
The assumption was that it was Chen Fan.
Even though Chen Fan was shockingly powerful, he was only at the eighth level. Compared to the first demon general, the gap in cultivation was immense.
If anyone were to be wounded in this battle, it seemed most logical that it would be him.
However, their movements were too fast. Everything happened in a flash. All they saw was the spray of blood, unable to pinpoint the source of the injury. Thus, they could only make guesses.
The two finally stopped in place. A light breeze blew, carrying a slight odor of blood.
The chariot under the first demon general shattered and turned to dust.
Meanwhile, his sturdy figure shook. A trail of fresh blood trickled down from a wound on his chest—deep enough to reveal bone.