Chapter 352 I Will Catch Up

At this moment, both Chen Fei and Barbarian Brother stood at the edge of despair.

The appearance of King Anan meant that someone capable of changing the tide of battle had arrived!

“Insolent!”

Though freshly summoned, King Anan was still a powerful Di Dao Realm entity. Seeing two insignificant “ants” dare to attack him instantly ignited his fury.

“Begone!”

He lifted a hand and unleashed a fierce surge of energy toward Chen Fei and Barbarian Brother.

“What now?”

Barbarian Brother deflected the energy with his sword, then turned to Chen Fei for guidance.

He was reckless, not stupid.

He knew that the Ancestral Cult had always been a fringe evil sect, something the Tianqing Sacred Land dealt with from time to time in purging cycles. But in his memory, their upper echelon was never this strong.

Two Di Dao Realm powerhouses in a row? When did cultivators at this level become so common?

The bigger issue—he had no means to counter such a being!

Chen Fei raised his head and stared at King Anan.

His skeletal body was stripped of flesh, which ironically reduced his vulnerabilities, but Chen Fei could sense a weak point—the flickering soul flame burning inside his eye sockets.

“Leave this to me.”

Chen Fei knew well that Barbarian Brother had already exhausted his trump card with that sword strike against Qu’a. Now, if the Blood Ghost Formation was to be broken, it would be up to him.

Looking at his Wufeng Greatsword, Chen Fei’s eyes showed a rare trace of reluctance. The sword had served him well, but he wasn’t sure it could handle what he was about to do.

What gave him such confidence wasn’t just his cultivation breakthrough—it was the gift left behind by Su Ran.

When his memories had surged like a slideshow earlier, he’d finally recalled something that had been hidden:

“This is the Undying Flame. Due to your body’s limitations, you can only use it three times. But it can help you survive moments of crisis,”

Su Ran had whispered this while placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“She did it to protect my pride, huh…”

Chen Fei smiled warmly.

He had thought his escape from Xuanming was just luck—or thanks to Miao Yue’s arrival. But now he knew—it was the Undying Flame that had saved him.

“Undying Flame,”

he murmured, and crimson fire flared into existence in his palm.

King Anan, who had been preparing another strike, suddenly froze. He could feel the danger from that fire. The soul flame in his skull flickered with caution.

“Su Ran… wait for me. I will grow stronger.”

With that whispered vow, Chen Fei poured the Undying Flame into his Wufeng Greatsword.

The sword trembled violently.

Crack! Snap!

A series of sharp sounds erupted as the greatsword began to shrink and melt, thick droplets falling from its blade.

Chen Fei showed no emotion.

With the Void Heaven Cauldron, progressing through the minor realms was never hard. But stepping into the Ren Dao Realm was different—it required true comprehension of the Dao.

Even though he’d just entered the peak of the Miao Realm, Chen Fei could already faintly sense the Dao—an elusive presence, like a flower beneath water or the moon in a well. Clear to see, yet impossible to grasp.

This feeling had trapped countless geniuses for life.

But Chen Fei? He was confident.

“Truth be told, I haven’t been cultivating that long,”

he suddenly said aloud.

King Anan looked at him cautiously. Though Chen Fei’s realm seemed laughable to a Di Dao expert, the pressure he now exuded triggered a primal fear within the skeletal king.

Even Barbarian Brother stared at Chen Fei in surprise.

Chen Fei ignored them.

“Others would call my rapid growth lucky. But for me? It’s not enough.”

His voice was firm, unwavering.

“I will climb to the very peak of this world—as fast as I can. I’ll make you see me in a new light.”

That wasn’t for King Anan or anyone else to hear.

It was a message meant for Su Ran, the woman who had vanished, believing their fates had diverged.

Chen Fei’s pride ran in his blood.

King Anan’s soul flame danced wildly now. The danger was real—very real.

“This is my strongest technique.”

Chen Fei locked eyes with the skeletal monarch.

“I call it… Unyielding.”

As if the sword recognized the name, the shrinking, melting Wufeng Sword let out a resonant cry.

“Slash!”

Chen Fei shouted.

The sword, now thinner but heavier than ever, erupted with a blazing red glow that lit up the sky.

“Bone Armor!”

“Emperor’s Sword!”

King Anan responded instantly.

A massive phantom manifested behind him—a regal, skeletal form with high cheekbones, sunken eyes, and a noble air.

This was King Anan’s true self, before death.

In its hands, a blue longsword gathered energy to counter the incoming red wave.

“Break!”

With a roar, the phantom swung, unleashing a torrent of blue sword light.

But Chen Fei’s crimson light was unstoppable.

The counterattack shattered instantly.

Shock flashed across the phantom’s expression before it was swallowed in the inferno.

Red filled the sky.

When the light faded, everyone saw Chen Fei floating silently.

Behind him… there was nothing.

King Anan was gone. Not even bones remained—just a faint pile of ash.

“That… that’s impossible!”

Amu screamed in horror, her expression twisted in terror.

Then her body began convulsing violently. Foam spilled from her mouth as she collapsed.

The summoning backlash had taken her life.

King Anan—annihilated.

Chen Fei stood tall in midair, proud and calm.

“So this is Di Dao Realm? Doesn’t seem that great.”

The remaining Ancestral Cult members were stunned. Then, one by one, panic overtook them—they turned and fled without hesitation.

Chen Fei… had slain a Di Dao powerhouse with one strike!?

Still, a few were in denial.

“Don’t be fooled! That must’ve drained him completely! Now’s the time—kill him!”

Greed flickered in their eyes.

The one who shouted was the first to strike—he had to confirm whether Chen Fei still had any strength left!

Barbarian Brother’s face changed instantly.

He remembered all too well—his sword strike against Qu’a had shattered his meridians. That kind of force didn’t come without cost.

If Chen Fei had burned everything to kill King Anan—then he was in danger!

“Back off!”

Barbarian Brother roared.

His sword and body merged into one as he shot toward Chen Fei, trying to shield him.

But the enemy wasn’t stupid.

They could tell what Barbarian Brother was doing.

If he was trying to protect Chen Fei, then Chen Fei must be out of strength!

The cultists surged forward to block Barbarian Brother’s path, confident that Chen Fei was at his limit.

Barbarian Brother’s eyes filled with anxiety.

Chen Fei… was in trouble.