“Damn it, the Kunpeng is too ruthless,” two figures appeared on the Nameless Peak at this moment.
After such a huge consumption, the Kunpeng summoned merely flapped its wings once before directly abandoning the two of them mid-air.
Fortunately, the Kunpeng was powerful enough and in an instant had already reached the Holy Sect; hopefully, everything was still okay.
However, when Lin Fan looked toward the Nameless Peak, his expression suddenly changed.
“Brother Lin, this place…” Xin Feng was still reeling from the Kunpeng incident, but when he saw Lin Fan’s stunned expression, he was startled too. And upon seeing the ruined Nameless Peak, Xin Feng’s expression also changed.
Had they arrived too late?
“Er Gou, where are you people…” Lin Fan’s previously relaxed mood completely vanished, replaced by an anxious expression.
When Lin Fan saw the corpse lying on the ground, his face turned completely pale.
It was Lie Qiongqi…
At this moment, Lie Qiongqi was lying in a pool of blood, his life hanging in the balance.
As Lin Fan stepped forward, a breeze blew by, carrying a piece of pink fabric that made Lin Fan’s heart sink.
Lin Fan trembled as he reached out with his right hand and picked it up.
It was a satchel…
It was his apprentice’s satchel.
Lie Qiongqi, whose consciousness had long faded, seemed to experience a final lucid moment, slightly opening his eyes. When he saw a figure standing there, he weakly murmured, “Patriarch…”
“Qiongqi, where are the others…” Lin Fan immediately stepped forward to ask, but at this moment, Lie Qiongqi fainted once again.
“Brother Lin, his injuries are severe. If he doesn’t receive timely treatment, he will die,” Xin Feng stepped forward, examined him briefly, and said.
At this moment, a terrifying aura emanated from the distant grand hall.
Lin Fan gritted his teeth, his face twisted with rage, and an intense fury burned within his heart.
“Brother Lin…” Xin Feng was about to say something, but when he saw Lin Fan’s current state, his heart shuddered violently.
It was an aura so terrifying it was suffocating.
His left arm, which had been severed, was now regenerating.
What terrified Xin Feng even more was that Lin Fan’s current aura was unimaginably terrifying.
“Boom…”
The entire Nameless Peak continuously trembled.
Lin Fan clenched his right hand tightly; at this moment, the right arm that had long been fused with the “Ancient Arm,” erupted with boundless momentum.
Innumerable tiny chains of rules entwined around his right hand, then suddenly radiated light. These chains of rules eventually vanished into his right arm, with dark patterns winding along the entire arm up to his shoulder.
“Damn, that Kunpeng is just too dark,” cursed one of the two figures who had just appeared on Nameless Peak.
After such a massive expenditure of energy to summon the Kunpeng, it had merely spread its wings once before vanishing into the void, leaving the two of them stranded. Fortunately, the Kunpeng was powerful enough to transport them to the Holy Sect in an instant. They could only hope that everything was alright.
However, as Lin Fan turned his gaze toward Nameless Peak, his expression immediately changed.
“Brother Lin, what’s going on here?” Xin Feng, still reeling from the experience with the Kunpeng, noticed Lin Fan’s dazed expression and was startled. When he saw the ruined state of Nameless Peak, his face also paled.
Had they arrived too late?
“Er Gou, where are you all?” Lin Fan’s previously relaxed demeanor vanished completely, replaced by a look of urgency.
When Lin Fan spotted a body lying on the ground, his expression turned grim.
It was Mie Qiongqi…
Mie Qiongqi lay in a pool of blood, his condition unknown.
As Lin Fan approached, a gust of wind carried a piece of pink fabric, causing his heart to sink.
With a trembling right hand, he picked it up.
It was a satchel…
His disciple’s satchel.
Mie Qiongqi, who had been unconscious, seemed to regain a flicker of life. His eyes fluttered open, and when he saw a figure standing there, he whispered, “Sect Master…”
“Mie Qiongqi, where are the others?” Lin Fan immediately pressed for answers, but Mie Qiongqi passed out once more.
“Brother Lin, his injuries are severe. If we don’t treat him soon, he’ll die,” Xin Feng said after examining him.
At that moment, a terrifying aura emanated from the distant hall.
Lin Fan clenched his teeth, his face contorted with rage. A fire of fury burned fiercely within him.
“Brother Lin…” Xin Feng started to speak but faltered when he saw Lin Fan’s expression. A shiver ran down his spine.
The aura was overwhelming, suffocating even.
Lin Fan’s severed left arm was regenerating at an alarming rate.
What terrified Xin Feng even more was the sheer intensity of Lin Fan’s aura.
“Boom…”
The entire Nameless Peak shook violently.
Lin Fan’s right hand, which had already fused with the “Ancient Arm,” erupted with boundless power.
Tiny chains of rules coiled around his right hand, glowing brightly before merging into his arm. Black patterns spread across his entire right arm, extending up to his shoulder.
“Bastards, I’ll make you pay,” Lin Fan roared. His long hair fluttered in the wind, emitting dark light that struck fear into the hearts of all who saw it.
“Boom…”
Lin Fan vanished from his spot, charging straight toward the hall.
…
Meanwhile, Zhang Er Gou tightly held his junior sister. The aura in the void was overwhelmingly strong, and it seemed to have locked onto them, leaving them no escape.
“Ugh…”
At that moment, the Holy Sect disciples were further devastated as their sect masters vomited blood, and the chains of rules they had been maintaining in the air completely dissipated.
“I told you, in your weakened state, you can’t sustain the chains of rules. Just wait for death,” Han Yongyi sneered, looking at Yan Hongyu and the others with a cruel smile.
Yan Hongyu and the others collapsed to the ground, their auras growing even weaker.
It was over. Everything was over.
“Sect Master…” Elder Wuyi shook his head mournfully. There was no hope left.
The Holy Sect disciples were on the verge of collapse, realizing that death was drawing near.
“Little one, it’s time to die,” Han Yongyi chuckled coldly. A palm strike imbued with immense power descended from the sky.
Zhang Er Gou’s face turned pale as he felt the terrifying force of the strike. He clung tightly to his junior sister, closing his eyes in despair.
“Sect Master, Er Gou can no longer serve you…” Zhang Er Gou let out a mournful cry in his final moments.
“Senior Brother…” Feng Bujue and the others, lying in pools of blood, weakly raised their hands, wanting to help but unable to do anything.
The Holy Sect disciples also closed their eyes in despair. This was going to be a massacre.
Yan Hongyu and the others were filled with sorrow.
“Who dares touch my people…”
At that moment, a furious roar echoed through the void, shaking the heavens and the earth.
“Boom…”
A deafening explosion rang out.
Lin Fan’s speed surpassed all, and he appeared in front of Zhang Er Gou in an instant. With a single punch, he obliterated the descending palm strike.
Hearing the voice, Zhang Er Gou opened his eyes. When he saw the familiar figure standing before him, he let out an excited roar.
“Sect Master…”
The young and frightened Zhi Qiao, upon seeing the newcomer, burst into tears, crying out, “Master!”
“It’s Uncle Lin…”
“Uncle Lin is back to save us!”
“Uncle Lin…”
The Holy Sect disciples, upon seeing that figure, also roared with all their might.
Yan Hongyu and the elders were stunned. They couldn’t believe that Lin Fan, who had been away for so long, had returned at this critical moment.
Seeing that Zhang Er Gou and Zhi Qiao were safe, Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief.
“Sect Master…” Feng Bujue and Tian Yu, lying in their own blood, felt a glimmer of hope rise in their despairing hearts.
Lin Fan nodded. It was okay. As long as everything was okay, that was all that mattered. He had been terrified.
In his heart, the Holy Demon Sect was his most important possession. He would never allow anyone to destroy what he held dear.
“Lin Fan, you…” Elder Wuyi, upon seeing Lin Fan and sensing the terrifying aura emanating from him, was utterly shocked.
Lin Fan looked at the weakened group and stepped forward.
“Leave it to me. Just watch,” Lin Fan said to the group, then turned his gaze toward the void.
At that moment, Lin Fan’s figure appeared incredibly tall in the eyes of the Holy Sect disciples. His long hair fluttered in the wind, and his imposing figure stood alone against all odds, shining brilliantly.
“Today, everyone who came here will die,” Lin Fan declared, his eyes blazing with infinite light as he stared at the figures in the void.
“Hmph, big talk. Since you’ve come to us, don’t blame us for what happens next,” Han Yongyi sneered. With a wave of his hand, an elder behind him, eyes filled with malice, descended from the sky, charging toward Lin Fan.
“Uncle Lin, be careful!” the Holy Sect disciples shouted in concern.
Yan Hongyu and the others were also worried. These were all peak Great Heaven Realm cultivators, incredibly powerful.
Although Lin Fan’s return had given them a glimmer of hope, it was just that—a glimmer. The enemy was numerous, and the disparity in strength was too great.
“Ah, you shouldn’t have…” Elder Wuyi sighed, shaking his head. Perhaps the Holy Sect was truly doomed today. But just as he had this thought, he was instantly dumbfounded by what he saw.
Not only was Elder Wuyi stunned, but everyone in the Holy Sect was also left speechless by the scene before them.
“Boom…”
With just one punch.
The elder from the Nine Heavens Sect, who had descended from the sky, had his head completely obliterated by Uncle Lin’s fist.
At that moment, the entire world fell silent. Everyone held their breath, their hearts racing.
“Ah…”
After a brief silence, a thunderous cheer erupted, shaking the heavens.
“Boom…”
Lin Fan’s figure instantly vanished from the spot, directly rushing toward the grand hall.
…
At this moment, Zhang Er Gou tightly hugged his little junior apprentice. The aura in the air was too strong, and it seemed to lock onto them, leaving them nowhere to escape.
“Pu…”
Just then, something even more devastating to the Holy Sect’s disciples occurred: the Patriarch and others spat out torrents of blood, and the chains of rules they had gathered in midair completely dissipated.
“I already told you, in your weakened state, you cannot fuse with the chains of rules. Just wait quietly to die,” Han Yongyi looked at Yan Hongyu and others, a cruel smile curling his lips.
Yan Hongyu and others collapsed on the ground, their vital energy weakening further.
It’s over, everything is already over.
“Patriarch…” the Supreme Elder Wu Ya looked at the Patriarch, shaking his head in sorrow; there was no hope left.
At this moment, the disciples of the Holy Sect collapsed mentally, sensing death drawing ever closer.
“Little one, it’s time to die,” Han Yongyi sneered coldly, and an all-powerful palm strike descended from the sky.
Zhang Er Gou’s face turned deathly pale; he had already sensed the terror of this strike, and he tightly hugged his little junior apprentice, closing his eyes in despair.
“Patriarch, Er Gou can no longer serve you…” in this final moment, Zhang Er Gou let out a mournful scream.
“Damn, that Kunpeng is just too dark,” cursed one of the two figures now standing atop the Nameless Peak.
After such a massive expenditure of energy to summon the Kunpeng, it had merely spread its wings once before vanishing into the void, leaving the two of them stranded. Fortunately, the Kunpeng was powerful enough to transport them to the Sacred Sect in an instant, and they hoped everything was still intact.
However, as Lin Fan turned his gaze towards the Nameless Peak, his expression changed drastically.
“Brother Lin, what’s going on here?” Xin Feng, still reeling from the Kunpeng incident, noticed Lin Fan’s dazed expression and was startled. When he saw the ruined state of the Nameless Peak, his face also turned pale.
Had they arrived too late?
“Er Gou, where are you all?” Lin Fan’s previously relaxed demeanor vanished completely, replaced by urgency.
When Lin Fan spotted a body lying on the ground, his face turned ashen.
It was Mie Qiongqi, lying in a pool of blood, his fate uncertain.
As Lin Fan approached, a gust of wind carried a piece of pink fabric, sending a chill through his heart.
With a trembling right hand, he picked it up.
It was a satchel—his disciple’s satchel.
Mie Qiongqi, who had been unconscious, seemed to regain a flicker of life, his eyes fluttering open. When he saw the figure standing before him, he whispered, “Sect Master…”
“Mie Qiongqi, where are the others?” Lin Fan immediately pressed, but Mie Qiongqi passed out again.
“Brother Lin, his injuries are severe. If we don’t treat him soon, he’ll die,” Xin Feng said after examining him.
At that moment, a terrifying aura emanated from the distant hall.
Lin Fan clenched his teeth, his face twisted with rage, a fire burning fiercely in his heart.
“Brother Lin…” Xin Feng started to speak but trembled when he saw Lin Fan’s expression.
The aura was overwhelming, suffocating.
Lin Fan’s severed left arm began to regenerate, and his presence grew even more terrifying.
“Boom…”
The entire Nameless Peak shook violently.
Lin Fan’s right hand, now fused with the “Ancient Arm,” radiated immense power.
Tiny chains of rules wrapped around his right arm, glowing brightly before merging into his flesh. Black patterns coiled around his arm, extending up to his shoulder.
“Bastards, I’ll make you pay,” Lin Fan roared, his long hair billowing with black light, exuding a terrifying aura.
“Boom…”
Lin Fan vanished from his spot, charging straight toward the hall.
…
Meanwhile, Zhang Er Gou clung tightly to his junior sister. The overwhelming aura in the void seemed to lock onto them, leaving no escape.
“Ugh…”
The Sacred Sect disciples were further devastated as their sect master and others vomited blood, the chains of rules they had been forming dissipating into nothingness.
“I told you, in your weakened state, you can’t merge the chains of rules. Just wait for death,” Han Yongyi sneered, a cruel smile on his face.
Yan Hongyu and the others collapsed, their auras growing weaker.
It was over. Everything was over.
“Sect Master…” Elder Wuyai shook his head in despair, seeing no hope left.
The Sacred Sect disciples were on the verge of collapse, feeling death closing in.
“Little one, it’s time to die,” Han Yongyi chuckled, a palm strike of immense power descending from the sky.
Zhang Er Gou turned pale, sensing the terror of the strike. He held his junior sister tightly, closing his eyes in despair.
“Sect Master, Er Gou can no longer serve you…” he cried out in his final moments.
“Senior Brother…” Feng Bujue and others, lying in pools of blood, weakly raised their hands, wanting to help but powerless to do so.
The Sacred Sect members closed their eyes in despair, bracing for the massacre.
Yan Hongyu and the others were filled with sorrow.
“Who dares touch my people…”
At that moment, a furious roar echoed through the void, shaking the heavens and earth.
“Boom…”
A deafening explosion followed.
Lin Fan’s speed surpassed all, appearing before Zhang Er Gou in an instant. With a single punch, he obliterated the descending palm strike.
Hearing the voice, Zhang Er Gou opened his eyes, and when he saw the familiar figure before him, he shouted in excitement.
“Sect Master…”
The young Zhi Qiao, her small heart overwhelmed with fear, burst into tears upon seeing her master.
“It’s Uncle Lin…”
“Uncle Lin is back to save us!”
“Uncle Lin…”
The Sacred Sect disciples roared with relief upon seeing the figure.
Yan Hongyu and the elders were stunned, unable to believe that Lin Fan, who had been away for so long, had returned at this critical moment.
Seeing Zhang Er Gou and Zhi Qiao safe, Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief.
“Sect Master…” Feng Bujue and Tian Yu, lying in their own blood, felt a glimmer of hope upon seeing their leader’s return.
Lin Fan nodded. Everything was fine now. It had been a close call.
In his heart, the Sacred Demon Sect was his most precious possession, and he would never allow anyone to destroy it.
“Lin Fan, you…” Elder Wuyai was shocked, especially when he sensed the terrifying aura emanating from Lin Fan.
Lin Fan looked at the weakened group and stepped forward.
“Leave it to me. Just watch,” Lin Fan said, his gaze fixed on the void.
At that moment, Lin Fan’s figure loomed large in the hearts of the Sacred Sect disciples. His flowing hair and towering stature, standing alone against all odds, was a sight to behold.
“Today, everyone who came here will die,” Lin Fan declared, his eyes blazing with determination.
“Hmph, big talk. Since you’ve come to us, don’t blame us for what happens next,” Han Yongyi sneered, waving his hand. A elder behind him, eyes filled with malice, descended from the sky, charging toward Lin Fan.
“Uncle Lin, be careful!” the Sacred Sect disciples shouted in concern.
Yan Hongyu and the others were also worried. These were cultivators at the peak of the Great Heaven Realm, immensely powerful.
Though Lin Fan’s return had given them a glimmer of hope, the odds were still heavily against them.
“Ah, you shouldn’t have…” Elder Wuyai sighed, thinking the Sacred Sect was doomed. But his thoughts were interrupted by the scene before him.
Not only was Elder Wuyai stunned, but the entire Sacred Sect was left speechless by what they witnessed.
“Boom…”
With a single punch, just one punch.
The elder from the Nine Heavens Sect, who had descended from the sky, had his head obliterated by Lin Fan’s strike.
The world fell silent, everyone holding their breath, their hearts racing.
“Ah…”
After a brief silence, a thunderous cheer erupted, shaking the heavens.
The disciples of the Holy Sect also closed their eyes in despair; this would be a massacre.
Yan Hongyu and others were also filled with sorrow.
“Who dares harm my people…”
Just then, a furious roar came from the void, shaking the entire heaven and earth.
“Boom…”
A thunderous sound erupted.
Lin Fan’s speed surpassed everything, appearing before Zhang Er Gou, throwing a punch that completely shattered the descending palm strike.
Upon hearing this voice, Zhang Er Gou immediately opened his eyes, and upon seeing the figure in front of him, he excitedly roared.
“Patriarch…”
Chijiao, whose young heart had been greatly frightened, upon seeing the person arrive, also cried out loudly, calling for her master.
“It’s Master Lin…”
“Master Lin has returned to save us.”
“Master Lin…”
When the disciples of the Holy Sect saw that figure’s back, they also screamed in excitement.
When Yan Hongyu and the elders saw the person arrive, their expressions also changed. They couldn’t believe that Lin Fan, who had been away for so long, would return at this moment.
Seeing that Zhang Er Gou and Chijiao were safe, Lin Fan’s heart finally relaxed.
“Patriarch…” Feng Bu Jue and Tian Yu, lying in pools of blood, upon seeing the Patriarch return, their desperate hearts also sparked a glimmer of hope.
Lin Fan nodded, everything was okay, everything was alright, it had really scared him.
In his heart, the Holy Sect was the most important thing to him, and he would absolutely not allow anyone to destroy the most important thing in his heart.
“Lin Fan, you…” Supreme Elder Wu Ya looked at Lin Fan, especially sensing the terrifying aura emanating from him, his heart was shocked.
Lin Fan looked at the weakened crowd, then stepped forward.
“Leave it to me, just watch carefully,” Lin Fan said to everyone, then fixed his gaze on the void.
At this moment, in the eyes of the Holy Sect’s disciples, Lin Fan’s back figure became incredibly towering. His long hair flowing in the wind, his tall figure, standing alone, was so brilliant.
“Today, everyone here will die,” Lin Fan’s eyes flashed with infinite light, staring directly at the figures in the void.
“Hmph, big talk. Well then, since you came by yourself, don’t blame others,” Han Yongyi looked at Lin Fan with a cold sneer, waved his hand, and an elder behind him, eyes gleaming with ferocity, descended from the sky, rushing toward Lin Fan.
“Master Lin, watch out…” the disciples of the Holy Sect, seeing this scene, also shouted in worry.
Yan Hongyu and others were also deeply concerned; these were all experts at the peak of the Grand Heaven Realm, with formidable strength.
Although Lin Fan’s return gave them a glimmer of hope, it was only a glimmer. The enemy’s numbers were overwhelming, and the disparity in strength was too great.
“Alas, you shouldn’t have…” Elder Wu Ya shook his head in sigh at this moment. Perhaps today would mark the total annihilation of the Holy Sect. Just as Elder Wu Ya had this thought, he was instantly stunned by the scene before him.
Not only Elder Wu Ya was stunned, but everyone from the Holy Sect was also shocked speechless.
“Boom…”
One punch, just one punch.
The Supreme Elder from the Jiuxiao Sect, who had descended from the sky, was directly struck by Master Lin’s punch, his head blown clean off.
At this moment, the entire heaven and earth fell silent. Everyone held their breath, their hearts pounding faster.
“Ahh…”
After a brief silence, a thunderous cheer shook the entire sky.
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