In the blink of an eye, everything happened so fast that no one could react.
Lin Fan unleashed a flurry of punches with thunderous force, raining down like hailstones upon “Sheng.”
A pained scream erupted from “Sheng’s” throat, like the roar of a wild beast.
“Jie” was struck by Lin Fan’s “True Supreme Art: Destruction Kick,” triggering an explosive burst of power, pushing his hidden potential to the extreme.
Heaven and earth bow to none but me.
At this moment, “Jie” felt as if a single punch could utterly crush “Sheng.”
“Reckless!” You’s expression turned grim. His gaze shifted, still stunned from the previous moment, yet he hadn’t expected things to take such a sudden turn.
“Old man, stop him. Leave ‘Sheng’ to me,” Lin Fan’s figure twisted like a dragon, launching a sneaky attack. His main target now was “Jie.”
Though “Jie” was no match for “Sheng” before, empowered by the “True Supreme Art: Destruction Kick,” his strength had reached its peak.
“Sheng’s” chest had exploded countless times, nearing total collapse. The only thing keeping him going was his sheer might.
“Jie, you’re asking for death. As a supreme ancient, how dare you side with these insignificant beings?” Sheng roared furiously, his twisted, monstrous face nearly contorted beyond recognition.
He felt as if something had gnawed at his chest, waves of pain piercing his heart, even disrupting the flow of his spiritual energy.
“Good kid, I knew I hadn’t misjudged you,” exclaimed the Holy Emperor Nanwu, who had thought all was lost. He hadn’t expected such an unexpected turn of events.
Lin Fan danced around “Sheng” like a nimble serpent, evading every attack with twisting movements before turning his head.
“What good kid? Call me Emperor, and who exactly are you anyway?”
Lin Fan’s only wish now was to keep “Sheng” here—surely not too much to ask.
Judging from the current situation, however, “Sheng” could still hold out for a while. How long he could last would depend entirely on his own strength.
At this moment, Holy Emperor Nanwu’s expression darkened, clearly angered. He had risked his life to help, only to be met with complete ignorance in return.
“Do you not remember what you did to me in the Xuanhuang Realm?” Nanwu Holy Emperor said.
“Xuanhuang Realm? What did I do to you? You must be mistaken. I’ve always been a man of principle. You’ve definitely got the wrong person.”
Of course, Lin Fan had no intention of admitting it. Back in the Xuanhuang Realm, he had nearly torn the place apart.
But in an instant, Lin Fan suddenly recalled.
“You’re Holy Emperor Nanwu!”
In the lower realm, there were three people he had tormented the most.
One was Holy Emperor Nanwu, another was the Female Emperor, and the one with the deepest hatred was the Seven Sages Ancestor.
But he hadn’t seen the Seven Sages Ancestor in ages—he had vanished completely after arriving in the Ancient Holy Realm.
“That’s right, it’s me. But I’m not one to hold grudges. Now—”
Nanwu Holy Emperor waved his sleeve with great dignity, about to deliver a grand speech, only to realize suddenly that the kid wasn’t even listening.
“Feitian!”
Whoosh!
The void trembled. Before launching his strike, Lin Fan unleashed hundreds of punches. The entire space was filled with his fist shadows—howling like storms.
“Die!”
Sheng had never been this humiliated before. In an instant, he exploded with fury.
A thick breath was exhaled from his mouth, swirling upward and gathering above his head.
“Supreme Ancient Holy, Manifestation Descends!”
Sheng’s actions were extraordinary. In an instant, the breath condensed into a massive egg, which suddenly shattered, releasing a terrifying giant that supported the heavens and earth.
“Die!”
Sheng roared, his hands pressing down. A mighty force erupted from his body, sending Lin Fan and “Jie” hurtling backward.
The mighty giant roared, its hands as dark and massive as mountains, blotting out the sky and sun, as if the entire world were in its grasp.
“Ahh!”
Suddenly, “Sheng’s” face twisted in pain. “Feitian” had somehow infiltrated layers of space, seizing the moment between “Sheng’s” wide stance, and launched a powerful upward strike.
The sharp tip gleamed with cold light.
“Long Xuan, let’s bloom a beautiful chrysanthemum across heaven and earth once again.”
“Haha! The sun sets, the chrysanthemums bloom, and blood flies.”
“Xi Guang, let’s join forces again.”
Long Xuan and Xi Guang joined hands, exchanged smiles, and seemed to soar toward the farthest horizon.
“Combust!”
Though not particularly wealthy at the moment, Lin Fan still consumed countless Holy Yang Pills—no fewer than five hundred million.
Facing a supreme ancient, Lin Fan dared not be careless. Even though “Sheng” was on the verge of collapse from his relentless punches, Lin Fan remained cautious.
Boom!
Five hundred million Holy Yang Pills combusted completely, and Feitian surged with violent power, sweeping across heaven and earth.
For “Sheng,” it felt as if someone were peering into his most private area. The sensation was utterly unpleasant.
In an instant, Feitian vanished from the world.
“Sheng’s” face turned extremely grim. He tried to block the attack with his spiritual energy, but the pain had already surged into his heart.
The giant floating above also shuddered violently, seemingly on the verge of dissolving due to “Sheng’s” weakening state.
“Damn it! This is unforgivable!” Sheng roared furiously, his hands reaching backward, his eyes burning with rage as he glared at Lin Fan.
At this moment, “Jie” seized the opportunity, delivering a punch that seemed capable of shattering the heavens and earth, aimed directly at “Sheng.”
Bang!
“Sheng’s” body trembled violently. Against a frenzied “Jie,” the punch contained power capable of destroying heaven and earth.
Puu!
“What an opportunity!”
“Sheng” flew backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Lin Fan’s heart leapt with joy. In an instant, he unleashed a mighty force.
“Wutong Divine Tree!”
Thousands of branches, blotting out the sky, emerged from the void, twisting and turning as if possessed with sentience, attempting to entangle “Sheng.”
“Sheng…” You witnessed the scene, his face turned pale, and surging power erupted from him. Seeing the culprit, his fury boiled over.
“Die!”
You shook off Feng Qingzi and pointed a finger at Lin Fan. Vast power erupted like a volcanic explosion, shaking the void.
“Kid, what are you doing? Can’t you focus a bit?”
Lin Fan had been focused on “Sheng,” but in the blink of an eye, he sensed a vast force locking onto him, making his heart tremble in fear.
Boom!
The immense force pierced through Lin Fan completely.
“Dear disciple, hold on!” Feng Qingzi, caught off guard, had been struck by You. Naturally, he was furious.
“Huff!”
Lin Fan activated the Heaven and Earth Crucible. With his current strength, he couldn’t block that finger strike, so he could only retreat into the Crucible to avoid the onslaught.
“Old man, focus! Don’t let You get another chance. Today, we’re going to completely subdue this ‘Sheng,'” Lin Fan roared, determined to utterly suppress the Holy Ancestor once and for all.
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