“Ding, congratulations on defeating a high-level ancient clan member at the Huangtian stage.”
“Ding, congratulations on gaining 60,000 experience points.”
“Ding, congratulations on slaying the high-tier ancient demon of the desolate celestial rank.”
“Ding, congratulations on gaining 60,000 experience points.”
“Ding, congratulations on obtaining the damaged supreme spiritual artifact, the Black Heaven Demon Armor.”
…
“How is this possible…” Mu Tian, who was entangled by Da Fan Ge, was also stunned by the scene before him.
A master of the ancient clan, just like that, was slain. How could this be?
Who exactly is this guy, and how did he infiltrate this secret realm?
“Impossible, when I, Mu Tian, was in the ghost realm, I went through countless trials, faced numerous life-and-death situations, and finally made it here step by step. How can I die here?”
In an instant, Mu Tian launched a frenzied attack, but the hundred-zhang-long dragons transformed by “Da Fan Ge” roared ferociously. Even if they were shattered by a palm strike, they instantly merged and restored themselves.
Lin Fan laughed heartily. Although he had slain a master of the desolate celestial rank during a moment of weakness, it was still an opportunity.
Opportunities are not just about discovering treasures, but also about seizing the moment of others’ crises to eliminate them with thunderous force and strengthen oneself.
Sixty thousand experience points—this was a massive number, just one step away from leveling up.
What does it matter if it’s a high-tier desolate celestial rank? It must be slain.
Even if he encountered Long Xuan now, Lin Fan would definitely not be as powerless as before, forced to flee for his life.
“Who exactly are you?” Mu Tian asked warily, not stopping his actions, still desperately attacking.
But for the dragons transformed by “Da Fan Ge,” these attacks were utterly useless.
Although Lin Fan’s cultivation level was not as high as Mu Tian’s, the refined seed of true law within him was something Mu Tian could not match, especially now that Mu Tian was severely injured and on the verge of collapse.
“The Xuanhuang Realm, human race, Lin Fan,” Lin Fan declared, his aura domineering as he looked at Mu Tian. “You handed over a hundred beings of the myriad races to the ancient clan to be slain in order to enter the secret realm. You deserve death.”
Lin Fan’s eyes flashed with killing intent. Mu Tian must be slain.
Upon hearing the name, Mu Tian hurriedly checked the wanted list, and his expression froze.
“How is this possible? Ranked 200,000, mid-tier azure celestial rank, how could he have refined the seed of true law?” Mu Tian looked at the wanted list in terror, unable to believe what he saw.
When he saw Lin Fan’s techniques and the seed of true law flying around, he thought he was facing a desolate celestial rank expert.
But after checking the wanted list, he realized that this guy’s cultivation level was only mid-tier azure celestial rank.
On the wanted list, anyone within the top 300,000 would be sensed by the will of the ancient sacred realm, and their cultivation level would appear on the list.
This was the will of the ancient sacred realm, ensuring that the ancient clan would not die in vain when slaying beings of the myriad races, thus displaying an unfair practice.
But what fairness is there in the will of the ancient sacred realm now?
The only fairness is that the will of the ancient sacred realm has not personally intervened.
“Hmph, my life is not something a beast like you can understand. No need to say more, your time of death has come,” Lin Fan sneered.
If he had known earlier that Lin Fan’s cultivation level was mid-tier azure celestial rank, he might not have believed that the other party could slay him.
But after seeing Lin Fan slay the ancient demon, he understood that the other party’s words were not false.
His cultivation level was on par with the ancient demon, and his injuries were even more severe. For the other party to slay him would be no difficult task.
“Why do you want to slay me? We are both beings of the myriad races, both fighting against the ancient clan,” Mu Tian roared, grasping at his last hope.
“Don’t talk to me about that. When you handed over a hundred beings of the myriad races to the ancient clan, your fate was already sealed,” Lin Fan sneered.
“Haha, you’re talking about those trash,” Mu Tian laughed maniacally, his expression turning ferocious.
“You don’t understand how pitiful our survival is. The only secret realm that can resist the ancient clan is controlled by them. What else can we do to quickly grow stronger besides the secret realm?”
“What does sacrificing these people matter? As long as we can drive the ancient clan down, it’s all worth it.”
“If you say that by killing me, you can become stronger and overthrow the ancient clan, then I, Mu Tian, willingly let you slay me.”
“Besides, what do those people matter? They are native beings of the ancient sacred realm, weak and cowardly, trembling like turtles before the ancient clan. Killing them changes nothing.”
Mu Tian roared, spitting these words at Lin Fan.
“You have your will, and my will is to slay you,” Lin Fan’s expression turned cold, and he instantly struck out with a palm, causing the void to collapse, torrents to surge, and everything to be torn apart.
“You want to kill me, Mu Tian? Dream on…” Mu Tian shrieked, his path not yet finished. How could he die here?
“You don’t understand how cruel the ancient sacred realm is. With your mindset, the myriad races will never rise again.”
“That’s not for you to decide,” Lin Fan flipped his palm, pressing down towards Mu Tian.
The seed of true law within him instantly activated, determined to slay Mu Tian.
The void trembled, the power immense.
Mu Tian coughed up blood repeatedly, showing fear at Lin Fan’s formidable strength.
“You want to kill me? How can I allow that? I, Mu Tian, will remember this grudge. From now on, only one of us can survive,” Mu Tian roared, slamming out the “Burial Heaven Tomb.”
“Explode!”
Mu Tian’s heart bled. This was a supreme spiritual artifact, the only one he had. But now, to save his life, he could think of nothing else.
As long as he could refine the spiritual vein he had obtained, everything he lost would return.
Lin Fan didn’t expect Mu Tian to self-destruct a supreme spiritual artifact.
“Demon City!”
Lin Fan struck out with a palm, and “Demon City” instantly shot out. The ancient great demon roared, its massive palm grabbing towards the self-destructing “Burial Heaven Tomb.”
Boom!
A brilliant light erupted. The self-destruction of a supreme spiritual artifact was extraordinary, its immense power annihilating everything.
The hundred-zhang-long dragons of “Da Fan Ge” shattered into dust.
“Lin Fan, I remember you. I, Mu Tian, will avenge this grudge.”
…
Lin Fan’s figure flickered as he looked around, his expression turning serious.
“Damn it, he actually escaped.”
Lin Fan hadn’t expected this guy to self-destruct a supreme spiritual artifact, and the power of the explosion was so great that it directly shattered the barrier of the Ten Thousand Slaughter Ancient Domain.
As for where Mu Tian went, Lin Fan had no idea.
After a moment of silence, Lin Fan sighed.
This time, it was a huge loss. He hadn’t expected Mu Tian to have this trick up his sleeve.
But so be it. This time, it was a lesson. Next time he encounters such a situation, he’ll know how to deal with it.
Lin Fan looked at the Ten Thousand Slaughter Ancient Domain, not in a hurry to leave.
Whether there were hidden treasures here, Lin Fan wasn’t particularly interested.
He wouldn’t believe his luck was so good as to find any treasures in a secret realm that had been swept through by the ancient clan countless times.
But the killing aura here was somewhat useful, perfect for enhancing the “War King’s World-Destroying Fist.”
…
…
“How is this possible…” Mutian, entangled by Dafange, was instantly stunned at the sight before him.
A powerful ancient clan expert had been slain just like that. How could this happen?
Who exactly is this person, and how did he sneak into this secret realm?
“This is impossible! I, Mutian, have endured countless trials and life-and-death situations in the Ghost Realm, climbing step by step to this point—how could I die here?”
In an instant, Mutian launched a frenzied attack, but those hundred-meter-long dragons formed by “Dafange” roared menacingly. Even when struck apart by a palm, they instantly recombined, returning to their original state.
Lin Fan burst into delighted laughter. Killing an expert at the Huangtian stage, even if the opponent was weakened, was still an opportunity.
Such opportunities not only meant discovering treasures, but also seizing the moment to strike down others in crisis with lightning-fast decisiveness, thereby strengthening oneself.
Sixty thousand experience points—an enormous number—brought him right to the brink of leveling up.
So what if it was a high-level Huangtian opponent? He must be slain.
Even if he encountered Long Xuan now, Lin Fan would not be like before—utterly powerless and forced to flee desperately.
“Who exactly are you?” Mutian eyed Lin Fan warily, not ceasing his attacks, continuing to strike with all his might.
But these attacks were utterly useless against the dragon formed by “Dafange.”
Although Lin Fan’s cultivation level was lower than Mutian’s, the refined True Dao Seed was something Mutian could not match. Not to mention Mutian was now severely injured, on the verge of collapse.
“Xuanhuang Realm, Human Race, Lin Fan.” Lin Fan flicked his sleeve, exuding an aura of dominance as he stared at Mutian. “You offered a hundred lives of the Great Thousand Races to the ancient clan for entry into this secret realm. You deserve death.”
A murderous gleam flashed in Lin Fan’s eyes. Mutian had to die.
Upon hearing Lin Fan’s name, Mutian hurriedly checked the wanted list and his expression immediately darkened.
“How is this possible? Ranked two hundred thousandth, at the middle stage of Qingtian, how could he have refined a True Dao Seed?” Mutian stared in disbelief at the wanted list, unable to accept the truth.
Earlier, when he saw Lin Fan unleash his techniques and the True Dao Seed manifest, he assumed he was facing a master at the Huangtian stage.
But after checking the wanted list, he realized the shocking truth—this opponent’s cultivation level was merely at the middle stage of Qingtian.
Within the wanted list of the Ancient Sage Realm, anyone within the top three hundred thousand would be sensed by the realm’s divine will, ultimately revealing their cultivation level on the list.
This was the Ancient Sage Realm’s divine will—an unfair advantage designed to prevent the ancient clans from dying pointlessly when hunting members of the Great Thousand Races.
But at this point, what fairness remained in the Ancient Sage Realm’s divine will?
The only fairness was that the divine will itself did not personally intervene.
“Hmph, boy, you’ll never understand my life. Today, no more words needed—your time has come.” Lin Fan sneered coldly.
Previously, if Lin Fan had known his opponent was only at the middle stage of Qingtian, he might have doubted the other’s ability to kill him.
But after witnessing Lin Fan slay the ancient demon, he understood—those words were no lie.
Their cultivation levels were comparable, yet Mutian’s injuries were far worse than the ancient demon’s. For Lin Fan to kill him was no difficult feat.
“Why do you want to kill me? We’re both of the Great Thousand Races, both fighting against the ancient clans!” Mutian roared, clinging to his last hope.
“Don’t give me that nonsense. When you offered a hundred lives of the Great Thousand Races to the ancient clans, your fate was already sealed,” Lin Fan replied with a cold laugh.
“Haha, you’re talking about those weaklings?” Mutian laughed maniacally, his expression turning sinister.
“You don’t understand how pitiful our survival is. Even the secret realms we relied on to fight the ancient clans have been seized by them. What choice do we have but to enter these secret realms to grow stronger quickly?”
“What’s the big deal sacrificing those people? As long as we can defeat the ancient clans, it’s all worth it.”
“If killing me makes you stronger and enables you to overthrow the ancient clans, then I, Mutian, willingly offer my life.”
“Besides, what are those people anyway? They’re native beings of the Ancient Sage Realm—cowardly, spineless, groveling before the ancient clans. What difference does killing them make?”
Mutian screamed these words at Lin Fan.
“You have your will, and mine is to slay you.” Lin Fan’s expression turned icy. He instantly attacked, his palm striking out, causing the void to collapse, torrents surging, tearing through everything.
“You want to kill me, Mutian? Dream on…” Mutian shrieked, unwilling to die here before his path was complete.
“You don’t understand how cruel the Ancient Sage Realm truly is. With your mindset, the Great Thousand Races will never rise again.”
“These matters are beyond your authority to decide.” With a flip of Lin Fan’s palm, he descended upon Mutian like a crushing force.
The True Dao Seed within him instantly activated, determined to eliminate Mutian.
The void trembled, the power immense.
Mutian spat blood repeatedly, his expression revealing terror at Lin Fan’s overwhelming strength.
“You want to kill me? How could I ever agree? I, Mutian, will remember this grudge today. From now on, only one of us can remain alive.”
With a furious roar, Mutian unleashed his palm technique—”Burial Heaven Grave.”
“Explode!”
“Ding, congratulations on slaying the high-tier ancient demon of the Desolate Heaven rank from the ancient clan.”
“Ding, congratulations on gaining 60,000 experience points.”
“Ding, congratulations on obtaining the damaged supreme spiritual artifact, Black Heaven Demon Armor.”
…
“How is this possible…” Mu Tian, who was entangled by Da Fan Ge, was also stunned by the scene before him.
A renowned expert from the ancient clan was slain just like that—how could this be?
Who exactly is this guy, and how did he infiltrate this secret realm?
“No way, I, Mu Tian, have endured countless trials and life-and-death challenges in the Ghost Realm, step by step, to reach this point. How can I die here?”
In an instant, Mu Tian launched a frenzied attack, but the hundred-zhang-long dragons transformed by “Da Fan Ge” roared ferociously. Even if they were shattered by a single palm strike, they instantly reformed and recovered.
Lin Fan laughed heartily. Although he had slain a Desolate Heaven rank expert during a moment of weakness, it was still an opportunity.
Opportunities aren’t just about discovering treasures; they’re also about seizing the moment when others are in crisis, striking with thunderous force to eliminate them and bolster oneself.
Sixty thousand experience points—that’s a massive number, just one step away from leveling up.
What does it matter if it’s a high-tier Desolate Heaven rank? It must be slain.
Even if he were to encounter Long Xuan now, Lin Fan would never be as helpless as before, forced to flee for his life.
“Who exactly are you?” Mu Tian asked warily, not stopping his relentless attacks.
But against the dragons conjured by “Da Fan Ge,” these attacks were utterly futile.
Although Lin Fan’s cultivation level wasn’t as high as Mu Tian’s, the refined True Law Seed he possessed was something Mu Tian couldn’t match, especially now that Mu Tian was severely injured and on the verge of collapse.
“Lin Fan, of the human race, from the Profound Yellow Realm,” Lin Fan declared, his sleeves fluttering as he looked at Mu Tian with an imposing aura. “You sacrificed a hundred beings from the myriad races to the ancient clan just to enter this secret realm. You deserve death.”
Lin Fan’s eyes gleamed with killing intent. Mu Tian must be slain.
Upon hearing the name, Mu Tian hurriedly checked the bounty list, and his expression immediately stiffened.
“How is this possible? Ranked 200,000, mid-tier Azure Heaven rank—how could he have refined a True Law Seed?” Mu Tian stared at the bounty list in disbelief.
When he saw Lin Fan’s techniques and the True Law Seed in action, he had assumed Lin Fan was a Desolate Heaven rank expert.
But now, after checking the bounty list, he realized Lin Fan’s cultivation was only at the mid-tier Azure Heaven rank.
On the bounty list, anyone within the top 300,000 would be sensed by the will of the Ancient Saint Realm, and their cultivation level would be displayed.
This was the Ancient Saint Realm’s way of ensuring fairness, so that the ancient clan wouldn’t blindly slaughter beings from the myriad races.
But what fairness is there in the Ancient Saint Realm’s will now?
The only fairness is that the Ancient Saint Realm’s will hasn’t personally intervened.
“Hmph, my life is not something a beast like you can comprehend. No need for further words—your time of death has come,” Lin Fan sneered.
If he had known earlier that Lin Fan’s cultivation was only at the mid-tier Azure Heaven rank, he might not have believed Lin Fan could kill him.
But after witnessing Lin Fan slay the ancient demon, he realized Lin Fan’s words were no bluff.
His cultivation was on par with the ancient demon’s, and his injuries were even more severe. For Lin Fan to kill him would be no difficult task.
“Why do you want to kill me? We’re both from the myriad races, fighting against the ancient clan together,” Mu Tian roared, clinging to his last hope.
“Don’t talk to me about that. The moment you sacrificed a hundred beings from the myriad races to the ancient clan, your fate was sealed,” Lin Fan said coldly.
“Haha, you’re talking about those worthless beings,” Mu Tian laughed maniacally, his expression turning ferocious.
“You don’t understand how pitiful our existence is. The only secret realm capable of resisting the ancient clan is under their control. What else can we rely on to grow stronger quickly?”
“What does sacrificing those beings matter? As long as we can overthrow the ancient clan, it’s all worth it.”
“If you say that killing me will make you stronger and help overthrow the ancient clan, then I, Mu Tian, willingly offer myself to be slain by you.”
“Besides, what do those beings matter? They’re native to the Ancient Saint Realm, weak and cowardly, trembling before the ancient clan like turtles. Killing them changes nothing.”
Mu Tian roared these words at Lin Fan.
“You have your will, and my will is to slay you,” Lin Fan said coldly, instantly striking out with a palm that caused the void to collapse, torrents to surge, and everything to be torn apart.
“You want to kill me, Mu Tian? Dream on…” Mu Tian shrieked, unwilling to die here before he had completed his journey.
“You don’t understand how cruel the Ancient Saint Realm is. With your mindset, the myriad races will never rise again.”
“That’s not for you to decide,” Lin Fan said, flipping his palm to suppress Mu Tian.
The True Law Seed within him instantly activated, determined to slay Mu Tian.
The void trembled, and the power was immense.
Mu Tian coughed up blood repeatedly, his face filled with terror at Lin Fan’s overwhelming strength.
“If you want to kill me, I won’t let you. I, Mu Tian, will remember this grudge. From now on, only one of us will survive,” Mu Tian bellowed, slamming out with his “Burial Heaven Tomb.”
“Explode!”
Mu Tian’s heart bled. This was a supreme spiritual artifact, the only one he possessed. But now, to save his life, he had no choice.
As long as he could refine the spiritual vein he had obtained, everything he had lost would return.
Lin Fan hadn’t expected Mu Tian to self-destruct a supreme spiritual artifact.
“Demon City!”
Lin Fan struck out with a palm, and “Demon City” shot forth. Ancient demons roared, their colossal palms reaching out to grasp the self-destructing “Burial Heaven Tomb.”
Boom!
A brilliant light erupted. The self-destruction of a supreme spiritual artifact was no ordinary event—its immense power annihilated everything.
The hundred-zhang-long dragons of “Da Fan Ge” shattered into dust.
“Lin Fan, I’ll remember you. I, Mu Tian, will avenge this grudge.”
…
Lin Fan’s figure flickered as he surveyed the surroundings, his expression turning grave.
“Dammit, he actually escaped.”
Lin Fan hadn’t anticipated that Mu Tian would self-destruct a supreme spiritual artifact, nor that its explosion would be so powerful as to breach the barrier of the Slaughter Ancient Domain.
As for where Mu Tian had gone, Lin Fan had no idea.
After a moment of silence, Lin Fan sighed.
This time, it was a significant loss. He hadn’t expected Mu Tian to have such a trick up his sleeve.
But so be it. This would serve as a lesson. In the future, he would know how to handle such situations.
Lin Fan looked at the Slaughter Ancient Domain, in no hurry to leave.
He wasn’t particularly interested in whether this place held any treasures.
He didn’t believe his luck was good enough to find anything valuable in a secret realm that had been scoured by the ancient clan countless times.
However, the killing aura here could be useful—it could enhance his “War King Annihilation Fist.”
…
Once he refined the spiritual vein he had obtained, everything he lost would return.
“Ding, congratulations on slaying the high-tier ancient demon of the Desolate Heaven Rank from the Ancient Clan.”
“Ding, congratulations on gaining 60,000 experience points.”
“Ding, congratulations on obtaining the damaged top-grade spiritual artifact, Black Heaven Demon Armor.”
…
“How is this possible…” Mu Tian, who was entangled by the Great Fan Brother, was also stunned by the scene before him.
A renowned expert from the Ancient Clan was slain just like that—how could this be?
Who exactly is this guy, and how did he infiltrate this secret realm?
“No way, when I, Mu Tian, was in the Ghost Realm, I went through countless trials and life-and-death challenges, step by step, to get here. How can I die here?”
In an instant, Mu Tian launched a frenzied attack, but the hundred-zhang-long dragons transformed by the “Great Fan Brother” roared ferociously. Even if they were shattered by a single palm strike, they instantly merged back together, restored to their original state.
Lin Fan laughed heartily. Although he had slain a Desolate Heaven Rank expert during a moment of weakness, it was still an opportunity.
Opportunities aren’t just about discovering treasures; they’re also about seizing the moment when others are in crisis, striking with thunderous force to eliminate them and strengthen oneself.
Sixty thousand experience points—that’s a massive number, just one step away from leveling up.
What does it matter if it’s a high-tier Desolate Heaven Rank? They must be slain.
Even if he were to encounter Long Xuan now, Lin Fan would never be as powerless as before, forced to flee for his life.
“Who exactly are you?” Mu Tian asked warily, not stopping his attacks, still desperately striking.
But for the dragons transformed by the “Great Fan Brother,” these attacks were utterly useless.
Although Lin Fan’s cultivation level wasn’t as high as Mu Tian’s, the refined True Law Seed he possessed was something Mu Tian couldn’t match, especially since Mu Tian was severely injured and on the verge of collapse.
“Lin Fan, of the Human Race, from the Profound Yellow Realm,” Lin Fan declared, his sleeves fluttering as he looked at Mu Tian with an imposing aura. “You sacrificed a hundred beings from the Great Thousand Races to the Ancient Clan to enter this secret realm. You deserve death.”
Lin Fan’s eyes gleamed with killing intent—Mu Tian must be slain.
Upon hearing the name, Mu Tian hurriedly checked the wanted list, and his expression immediately stiffened.
“How is this possible? Ranked 200,000, mid-tier Azure Heaven Rank—how could he have refined a True Law Seed?” Mu Tian stared at the wanted list in terror, unable to believe what he was seeing.
When he saw Lin Fan’s techniques and the True Law Seed flying around, he thought he was facing a Desolate Heaven Rank expert.
But after checking the wanted list, he realized this guy’s cultivation level was only mid-tier Azure Heaven Rank.
On the wanted list, anyone within the top 300,000 would be sensed by the will of the Ancient Saint Realm, and their cultivation level would be displayed on the list.
This was the Ancient Saint Realm’s will, ensuring that the Ancient Clan wouldn’t be sent to their deaths unfairly when slaying beings from the Great Thousand Races.
But what fairness is there in the Ancient Saint Realm’s will now?
The only fairness is that the Ancient Saint Realm’s will hasn’t personally intervened.
“Hmph, my life is not something a beast like you can understand. No need for further words—your death is here,” Lin Fan sneered.
If he had known earlier that Lin Fan’s cultivation level was only mid-tier Azure Heaven Rank, he might not have believed Lin Fan could kill him.
But after witnessing Lin Fan slay the ancient demon, he realized Lin Fan’s words were no bluff.
His cultivation level was on par with the ancient demon, and his injuries were even more severe. For Lin Fan to kill him would be no difficult task.
“Why do you want to kill me? We’re both from the Great Thousand Races, both fighting against the Ancient Clan,” Mu Tian roared, grasping at his last hope.
“Don’t talk to me about that. When you sacrificed a hundred beings from the Great Thousand Races to the Ancient Clan, your fate was sealed,” Lin Fan said coldly.
“Haha, you’re talking about those trash,” Mu Tian laughed maniacally, his expression turning ferocious.
“You don’t understand how pitiful our survival is. The only secret realm capable of resisting the Ancient Clan is controlled by them. What else can we do to grow stronger quickly besides entering the secret realm?”
“What does sacrificing those people matter? As long as we can overthrow the Ancient Clan, it’s all worth it.”
“If you say killing me will make you stronger and help overthrow the Ancient Clan, then I, Mu Tian, willingly let you kill me.”
“Besides, what do those people matter? They’re native beings of the Ancient Saint Realm, weak and cowardly, trembling before the Ancient Clan like turtles. Killing them changes nothing.”
Mu Tian roared these words at Lin Fan.
“You have your will, and my will is to kill you,” Lin Fan said coldly, instantly striking out with a palm that caused the void to collapse, torrents to surge, and everything to tear apart.
“You want to kill me, Mu Tian? In your dreams…” Mu Tian shrieked, his path unfinished—how could he die here?
“You don’t understand how cruel the Ancient Saint Realm is. With your mindset, the Great Thousand Races will never rise again.”
“That’s not for you to decide,” Lin Fan said, flipping his palm to suppress Mu Tian.
The True Law Seed within him instantly activated, determined to slay Mu Tian.
The void trembled, the power immense.
Mu Tian coughed up blood repeatedly, showing fear at Lin Fan’s overwhelming strength.
“You want to kill me? I’ll never allow it. I’ll remember this grudge, and from now on, only one of us will survive,” Mu Tian roared, slamming out with the “Burial Heaven Tomb.”
“Explode!”
Mu Tian’s heart bled—this was a top-grade spiritual artifact, his only one. But to survive, he could think of nothing else.
As long as he could refine the spiritual vein he had obtained, everything he lost would return.
Lin Fan hadn’t expected Mu Tian to self-destruct a top-grade spiritual artifact.
“Demon City!”
Lin Fan struck out with his palm, and “Demon City” shot out instantly. An ancient demon roared, its massive palm grabbing toward the self-destructing “Burial Heaven Tomb.”
Boom!
A brilliant light erupted—the self-destruction of a top-grade spiritual artifact was no ordinary event. The immense power annihilated everything.
The hundred-zhang-long dragons of the “Great Fan Brother” shattered into dust.
“Lin Fan, I’ll remember you. I’ll repay this grudge someday.”
…
Lin Fan’s figure flickered as he looked around, his expression serious.
“Dammit, he actually escaped.”
Lin Fan hadn’t expected this guy to self-destruct a top-grade spiritual artifact, and the explosion’s power was so immense that it shattered the barrier of the Ten Thousand Slaughter Ancient Domain.
As for where Mu Tian went, Lin Fan had no idea.
After a moment of silence, Lin Fan sighed.
This was a huge loss—he hadn’t anticipated Mu Tian having this trick up his sleeve.
But so be it. This would serve as a lesson, and in the future, he’d know how to handle such situations.
Lin Fan looked at the Ten Thousand Slaughter Ancient Domain, in no hurry to leave.
He wasn’t particularly interested in whether there were hidden treasures here.
He didn’t believe his luck was good enough to find any treasures in a secret realm that had been scoured by the Ancient Clan countless times.
But the killing aura here was somewhat useful—it could enhance his “War King Annihilation Fist.”
…
“Yao City!”
Lin Fan struck with his palm, instantly launching the “Yao City.” Ancient great demons roared, and a colossal palm surged forth, seizing the exploding “Burial Heaven Grave.”
Boom!
“Ding, congratulations on slaying the high-tier ancient demon of the Desolate Heaven rank from the ancient clan.”
“Ding, congratulations on gaining 60,000 experience points.”
“Ding, congratulations on obtaining the damaged top-grade spiritual artifact, Black Heaven Demon Armor.”
…
“How is this possible…” Mu Tian, who was entangled by Da Fan Ge, was also stunned by the scene before him.
A renowned expert from the ancient clan was slain just like that—how could this be?
Who exactly is this guy, and how did he infiltrate this secret realm?
“No way, I, Mu Tian, have endured countless trials and life-and-death challenges in the ghost realm, step by step, to reach this point. How can I die here?”
In an instant, Mu Tian launched a frenzied attack, but the hundred-zhang-long dragons transformed by “Da Fan Ge” roared ferociously. Even if they were shattered by a single palm strike, they instantly merged and restored themselves.
Lin Fan laughed heartily. Although he had slain a Desolate Heaven rank expert during their moment of weakness, it was still an opportunity.
Opportunities aren’t just about discovering treasures; they’re also about seizing the moment when others are in crisis, striking with thunderous force to eliminate them and strengthen oneself.
Sixty thousand experience points—that’s a massive number, just one step away from leveling up.
So what if it’s a high-tier Desolate Heaven rank? It must be slain.
Even if he were to encounter Long Xuan now, Lin Fan would never be as powerless as before, forced to flee for his life.
“Who exactly are you?” Mu Tian asked warily, not stopping his attacks as he continued to desperately strike.
But against the dragons conjured by “Da Fan Ge,” these attacks were utterly useless.
Although Lin Fan’s cultivation level wasn’t as high as Mu Tian’s, the refined True Law Seed he possessed was something Mu Tian couldn’t match, especially since Mu Tian was severely injured and on the verge of collapse.
“Lin Fan, of the human race, from the Profound Yellow Realm,” Lin Fan declared, his sleeves fluttering as he looked at Mu Tian with an imposing aura. “You sacrificed a hundred beings from the Great Thousand Races to the ancient clan to enter this secret realm. You deserve death.”
Lin Fan’s eyes gleamed with killing intent—Mu Tian must be slain.
Upon hearing the name, Mu Tian hurriedly checked the bounty list, and his expression froze.
“How is this possible? Ranked 200,000, mid-tier Azure Heaven rank—how could he have refined a True Law Seed?” Mu Tian stared at the bounty list in terror, unable to believe what he was seeing.
When he saw Lin Fan’s techniques and the True Law Seed in action, he had assumed Lin Fan was a Desolate Heaven rank expert.
But after checking the bounty list, he realized Lin Fan’s cultivation level was only mid-tier Azure Heaven rank.
On the bounty list, anyone within the top 300,000 would be sensed by the will of the Ancient Sacred Realm, and their cultivation level would be displayed.
This was the Ancient Sacred Realm’s will, ensuring that the ancient clan wouldn’t die in vain when slaying beings from the Great Thousand Races—an unfair practice.
But what fairness is there in the Ancient Sacred Realm’s will now?
The only fairness is that the Ancient Sacred Realm’s will hasn’t personally intervened.
“Hmph, my life is not something a beast like you can comprehend. No need for further words—your death is at hand,” Lin Fan sneered.
If he had known earlier that Lin Fan’s cultivation level was only mid-tier Azure Heaven rank, he might not have believed Lin Fan could kill him.
But after witnessing Lin Fan slay the ancient demon, he understood that Lin Fan’s words were no bluff.
His cultivation level was on par with the ancient demon, and his injuries were even more severe. For Lin Fan to kill him would be no difficult task.
“Why do you want to kill me? We’re both from the Great Thousand Races, fighting against the ancient clan together,” Mu Tian roared, grasping at his last hope.
“Don’t talk to me about that. The moment you sacrificed a hundred beings from the Great Thousand Races to the ancient clan, your fate was sealed,” Lin Fan said coldly.
“Haha, you’re talking about those trash,” Mu Tian laughed maniacally, his expression turning vicious.
“You don’t understand how pitiful our existence is. The only secret realm capable of resisting the ancient clan is controlled by them. What else can we rely on to grow stronger quickly besides the secret realm?”
“What does sacrificing those people matter? As long as we can overthrow the ancient clan, it’s all worth it.”
“If you say killing me will make you stronger and help overthrow the ancient clan, then I, Mu Tian, willingly let you kill me.”
“Besides, what do those people even matter? They’re native beings of the Ancient Sacred Realm, cowardly and spineless, cowering before the ancient clan like turtles. Killing them changes nothing.”
Mu Tian roared these words at Lin Fan.
“You have your will, and my will is to kill you,” Lin Fan said coldly, instantly striking out with a palm that caused the void to collapse, torrents to surge, and everything to be torn apart.
“You want to kill me, Mu Tian? In your dreams…” Mu Tian shrieked, his path unfinished—how could he die here?
“You don’t understand how cruel the Ancient Sacred Realm is. With your mindset, the Great Thousand Races will never rise again.”
“That’s not for you to decide,” Lin Fan said, flipping his palm to suppress Mu Tian.
The True Law Seed within him instantly activated, determined to slay Mu Tian.
The void trembled, and the power was overwhelming.
Mu Tian coughed up blood repeatedly, his face filled with terror at Lin Fan’s immense strength.
“You want to kill me? I’ll never allow it. I’ll remember this grudge, and from now on, only one of us will survive,” Mu Tian roared, slamming out with his “Burial Heaven Tomb.”
“Explode!”
Mu Tian’s heart bled—this was a top-grade spiritual artifact, his only one. But to survive, he could think of nothing else.
As long as he could refine the spiritual vein he had obtained, everything he had lost would return.
Lin Fan hadn’t expected Mu Tian to self-destruct a top-grade spiritual artifact.
“Demon City!”
Lin Fan struck out with his palm, and “Demon City” shot forth. An ancient demon roared, its massive hand reaching out to grasp the self-destructing “Burial Heaven Tomb.”
Boom!
A dazzling light erupted. The self-destruction of a top-grade spiritual artifact was no ordinary event—its immense power annihilated everything.
The hundred-zhang-long dragons of “Da Fan Ge” shattered into dust.
“Lin Fan, I’ll remember you. I’ll repay this grudge someday.”
…
Lin Fan’s figure flickered as he looked around, his expression turning serious.
“Damn it, he actually escaped.”
Lin Fan hadn’t expected Mu Tian to self-destruct a top-grade spiritual artifact, nor had he anticipated the explosion’s power to be so great that it shattered the barrier of the Slaughter Ancient Domain.
As for where Mu Tian had gone, Lin Fan had no idea.
After a moment of silence, Lin Fan sighed.
This was a significant loss. He hadn’t anticipated Mu Tian having such a trick up his sleeve.
But so be it—this would serve as a lesson. In the future, he’d know how to handle such situations.
Lin Fan looked at the Slaughter Ancient Domain, in no hurry to leave.
He wasn’t particularly interested in whether there were hidden treasures here.
He didn’t believe his luck was good enough to find anything valuable in a secret realm that had been scoured by the ancient clan countless times.
However, the killing aura here could be useful—it might just enhance his “War King’s World-Destroying Fist.”
…
The hundred-meter dragon formed by “Dafange” shattered inch by inch, turning to ashes.
“Lin Fan, I won’t forget you. Today’s grudge, I, Mutian, will repay in the future.”
…
Lin Fan flickered through space, scanning the surroundings with a grim expression.
“Damn it, he actually escaped.”
“Ding, congratulations on slaying the high-tier ancient demon of the Desolate Heaven rank from the ancient clan.”
“Ding, congratulations on gaining 60,000 experience points.”
“Ding, congratulations on obtaining the damaged supreme spiritual artifact, the Black Heaven Demon Armor.”
…
“How is this possible…” Mu Tian, who was entangled by Da Fan Ge, was also stunned by the scene before him.
A master of the ancient clan, slain just like that—how could this be?
Who exactly is this guy, and how did he infiltrate this secret realm?
“Impossible! When I, Mu Tian, was in the Ghost Realm, I went through countless trials and life-and-death situations, step by step, to get here. How can I die here?”
In an instant, Mu Tian launched a frenzied attack, but the hundred-zhang-long dragons transformed by “Da Fan Ge” roared ferociously. Even if they were shattered by a single palm strike, they instantly reformed, as good as new.
Lin Fan laughed heartily. Although he had slain a Desolate Heaven rank expert during a moment of weakness, it was still an opportunity.
Opportunities aren’t just about discovering treasures; they’re also about seizing the moment when others are in crisis, striking with thunderous force to eliminate them and strengthen oneself.
Sixty thousand experience points—that’s a massive number, just one step away from leveling up.
So what if it’s a high-tier Desolate Heaven rank? It must be slain.
Even if he were to encounter Long Xuan now, Lin Fan would never be as powerless as before, forced to flee for his life.
“Who exactly are you?” Mu Tian asked warily, not stopping his relentless attacks.
But against the dragons conjured by “Da Fan Ge,” these attacks were utterly useless.
Although Lin Fan’s cultivation level wasn’t as high as Mu Tian’s, the refined seed of true law within him was something Mu Tian couldn’t match, especially now that Mu Tian was severely injured and on the verge of collapse.
“Lin Fan, of the human race, from the Profound Yellow Realm,” Lin Fan declared, his sleeves fluttering as he looked at Mu Tian with an imposing aura. “You sacrificed a hundred beings of the Great Thousand Races to the ancient clan to enter this secret realm. You deserve death.”
Lin Fan’s eyes gleamed with killing intent. Mu Tian must be slain.
Upon hearing the name, Mu Tian hurriedly checked the bounty list, his expression stiffening.
“How is this possible? Ranked 200,000, at the mid-tier of the Azure Heaven rank—how could he have refined a seed of true law?” Mu Tian stared at the bounty list in disbelief.
When he saw Lin Fan’s techniques and the seed of true law in action, he had assumed Lin Fan was a Desolate Heaven rank expert.
But after checking the bounty list, he realized Lin Fan’s cultivation level was only mid-tier Azure Heaven rank.
On the bounty list, anyone within the top 300,000 would be sensed by the will of the Ancient Saint Realm, and their cultivation level would be displayed.
This was the Ancient Saint Realm’s way of ensuring fairness, so that the ancient clan wouldn’t be blindly slaughtered when hunting beings of the Great Thousand Races.
But what fairness was there in the Ancient Saint Realm now?
The only fairness was that the will of the Ancient Saint Realm hadn’t personally intervened.
“Hmph, my life is not something a beast like you can comprehend. No need for further words—your time has come,” Lin Fan sneered.
If he had known earlier that Lin Fan was only mid-tier Azure Heaven rank, he might not have believed Lin Fan could kill him.
But after witnessing Lin Fan slay the ancient demon, he realized Lin Fan’s words were no bluff.
His cultivation level was on par with the ancient demon, and his injuries were even more severe. For Lin Fan to kill him would be no difficult task.
“Why do you want to kill me? We are both beings of the Great Thousand Races, fighting against the ancient clan together!” Mu Tian roared, grasping at his last hope.
“Don’t talk to me about that. The moment you sacrificed a hundred beings of the Great Thousand Races to the ancient clan, your fate was sealed,” Lin Fan said coldly.
“Haha, you’re talking about those trash?” Mu Tian laughed maniacally, his expression turning ferocious.
“You don’t understand how pitiful our existence is. The only secret realms capable of opposing the ancient clan are controlled by them. What else can we rely on to grow stronger quickly besides these realms?”
“What does sacrificing those people matter? As long as we can overthrow the ancient clan, it’s all worth it.”
“If you say that killing me will make you stronger and help overthrow the ancient clan, then I, Mu Tian, willingly offer myself to be slain by you.”
“Besides, what do those people matter? They are native beings of the Ancient Saint Realm, cowardly and spineless, cowering before the ancient clan like turtles. What does it matter if they die?”
Mu Tian roared these words at Lin Fan.
“You have your will, and my will is to slay you,” Lin Fan said coldly, instantly striking out with a palm that caused the void to collapse, a torrent of energy tearing through everything.
“You want to kill me, Mu Tian? Dream on!” Mu Tian shrieked, unwilling to die here before he had finished his journey.
“You don’t understand how cruel the Ancient Saint Realm is. With your mindset, the Great Thousand Races will never rise again.”
“That’s not for you to decide,” Lin Fan said, flipping his palm to suppress Mu Tian.
The seed of true law within him instantly activated, determined to slay Mu Tian.
The void trembled, the power immense.
Mu Tian coughed up blood repeatedly, his face filled with terror at Lin Fan’s overwhelming strength.
“You want to kill me? I’ll never allow it! I, Mu Tian, will remember this grudge. From now on, only one of us will survive!” Mu Tian roared, slamming out with his “Burial Heaven Tomb.”
“Explode!”
Mu Tian’s heart bled—this was his only supreme spiritual artifact. But to save his life, he had no choice.
As long as he could refine the spiritual vein he had obtained, everything he had lost would be regained.
Lin Fan hadn’t expected Mu Tian to self-destruct his supreme spiritual artifact.
“Demon City!”
Lin Fan struck out with his palm, and “Demon City” shot forth. The ancient demon roared, its massive palm reaching out to grab the self-destructing “Burial Heaven Tomb.”
Boom!
A dazzling light erupted. The self-destruction of a supreme spiritual artifact was no ordinary event—its immense power annihilated everything.
The hundred-zhang-long dragons of “Da Fan Ge” shattered into dust.
“Lin Fan, I’ll remember you. I, Mu Tian, will repay this grudge someday!”
…
Lin Fan’s figure flickered as he surveyed the surroundings, his expression grim.
“Dammit, he actually escaped.”
Lin Fan hadn’t expected Mu Tian to self-destruct his supreme spiritual artifact, nor had he anticipated the explosion to be so powerful that it shattered the barrier of the Ten Thousand Slaughter Ancient Domain.
As for where Mu Tian had gone, Lin Fan had no idea.
After a moment of silence, Lin Fan sighed.
This time, it was a heavy loss. He hadn’t expected Mu Tian to have such a trick up his sleeve.
But so be it. This would serve as a lesson. Next time he encountered such a situation, he would know how to handle it.
Lin Fan looked at the Ten Thousand Slaughter Ancient Domain, in no hurry to leave.
He wasn’t particularly interested in whether there were hidden treasures here.
He didn’t believe his luck was good enough to find any treasures in a secret realm that had been scoured by the ancient clan countless times.
But the killing aura here could be useful—it was just the thing to enhance his “War King’s World-Destroying Fist.”
…
As for where Mutian had gone, Lin Fan had no idea.
After a moment of silence, Lin Fan sighed.
This was a significant loss. He hadn’t expected Mutian to have such a trick up his sleeve.
But it was fine. This would serve as a lesson. Next time such a situation arose, he would know how to handle it.
Looking at the Ten Thousand Killing Ancient Domain, Lin Fan didn’t rush to leave.
Whether treasures were hidden here no longer interested him much.
He didn’t believe his luck was so good as to find treasures in a secret realm that had been scoured countless times by the ancient clans.
However, the domain’s oppressive, killing aura was somewhat useful—it would be perfect for enhancing the “War King Annihilation Fist.”
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