Night fell, and chaos erupted within the sect.
Lin Fan stood at the mountain path leading down from the sect, watching as his senior and junior brothers removed their Saint-Demon Sect robes and changed into ordinary clothes. A sense of sorrow filled him.
Most had chosen to leave, while few remained willing to stay.
Indeed, one’s life remained the most important after all.
“Senior Brother Han.”
“Junior Brother Fang.”
At this moment, Lin Fan spotted Fang Han and Han Lu—two people he had once tormented badly.
When Fang Han and Han Lu saw the figure standing aside, they slightly frowned.
“Lin Junior Brother, aren’t you planning to leave the mountain?” Han Lu inwardly sneered.
“No, Senior Brother Han and Junior Brother Fang. I’ve wronged you both in the past—I’m here to apologize.” Lin Fan bowed respectfully.
“No problem, those were just small matters. I’m not that petty,” Han Lu replied with an even colder smirk, wondering what trickery this bastard was up to now.
“You wronged me?” Fang Han asked, puzzled.
Lin Fan paused, then smiled and waved his hand. “No, Senior Brother must have misremembered.”
At this moment, Lin Fan naturally wanted to maintain a good image. After all, it was he who had destroyed Fang Han’s room, and since Fang Han still didn’t know, there was no need to admit it now.
“Lin Junior Brother, perhaps we’ll meet again in the future,” Han Lu said, shouldering his bag without lingering, and bowed.
As he stepped beyond the sect’s gate, he cast a sidelong glance at Lin Fan, a cold smirk curling his lips.
Looks like he couldn’t take revenge himself this time, but no matter—he could always rely on other sects to do it for him.
Han Lu had never considered staying loyal to the sect during this crisis. He possessed a miraculous treasure, and becoming an unparalleled expert in the future was as certain as if it were already on a chopping block. There was no need to risk his life.
If he succeeded in cultivation later, avenging this grudge would be a suitable way to repay the sect.
Fang Han felt the same way. He had joined the Saint-Demon Sect merely seeking protection and a place to settle.
Now that the sect was on the verge of collapse, there was no reason to stay.
In the future, he would become the Emperor of Ten Thousand Ages, feared across the heavens and earth. Sacrificing his life for this sect was simply not worth it, and the sect certainly didn’t deserve the loyalty of a future Demon Emperor.
After watching the two leave, Lin Fan sighed deeply, as if the sect had already lost its former glory.
“Huh…”
At this moment, Lin Fan noticed another familiar face—one he recognized particularly well.
“Senior Brother Wang…” Lin Fan called out warmly.
Wang Tianfeng had been watching the disciples he once bullied leave one by one, feeling deeply saddened. But just then, he heard someone calling him and turned his head in surprise.
“You…” Wang Tianfeng was shocked, his expression betraying disbelief. He could recognize this person even if he turned to ashes.
This guy had stolen his peach—wasn’t he already dead? How could he appear again?
Wang Tianfeng hadn’t known that Lin Fan had returned to the sect. Seeing him standing right in front of him now, he was naturally terrified—was this a ghost?
“Senior Brother Wang, you haven’t left yet,” Lin Fan said, slightly surprised. Wang Tianfeng had always bullied the weaker juniors in the sect, so he had expected him to flee immediately. He hadn’t expected him to still be here.
“Whether I leave or not is none of your damn business. Just leave me alone,” Wang Tianfeng said, summoning his courage. He was genuinely afraid this guy might steal from him again.
That last time was still fresh in his memory—it had hurt like hell.
Upon hearing this, Lin Fan chuckled. This Senior Brother was indeed crude, but this might be their last interaction, so Lin Fan decided to let him off the hook this time.
At that moment, Lin Fan felt a gaze fixed on him constantly, making him feel uneasy.
When Lin Fan turned to look, he saw a junior female disciple smiling at him, though he couldn’t quite recall who she was.
Lin Fan smiled back, puzzled in his heart—just who was this junior sister? Why couldn’t he remember?
“Ahh… There are ferocious beasts!”
Just then, screams echoed from the foot of the mountain.
Lin Fan’s expression immediately tensed. Ferocious beasts? How could there be ferocious beasts at the foot of the Saint-Demon Sect’s mountain?
At that moment, disciples who had originally been heading down the mountain suddenly turned and ran back toward the sect like they had seen ghosts.
Panicked juniors rushed up the mountain, some with terror in their eyes, others already covered in blood.
“Inside the forest at the foot of the mountain, a massive horde of ferocious beasts has gathered. As soon as we descended, we were attacked. So many… so many…” One disciple exclaimed in fear, his eyes wide with horror, as if the scene below had been a living hell.
Lin Fan’s face darkened, and he sighed softly. It seemed that now even leaving was impossible.
The sects led by the Yan Emperor had probably already begun their move—they were determined to wipe them out completely.
They had hidden ferocious beasts within the forest at the foot of the mountain, attacking any disciple who descended.
With the strength of the outer disciples, who could possibly resist these beasts? Even the weakest among the ferocious beasts possessed the power of the先天 realm.
The outer disciples naturally stood no chance.
“What should we do? The path down the mountain is blocked by beasts—we can’t escape at all!”
“Just now, I saw a senior brother at the先天 realm devoured by one of those beasts!”
“It’s terrifying—absolutely terrifying. We’re all going to die here!”
“I don’t want to die! I’m the only son in my family. I came up the mountain to learn martial arts!”
…
At that moment, chaos fully erupted. The disciples who had been forced to retreat sat on the ground with their hands hanging limply, eyes empty, as if they had already lost all hope for the future.
Fang Han and Han Lu had returned. Both still felt shaken—those beasts had been too ferocious for them to handle.
If not for their quick reflexes, they might have become beast food.
But for the two of them, what should they do now? They couldn’t die here—there was still a long road ahead of them.
“Don’t panic…” At that moment, an elder appeared.
Faced with the current catastrophe befalling the Saint-Demon Sect, the elder was also powerless. With ferocious beasts at the foot of the mountain, escape was impossible.
Even with the elder’s appearance, there was little effect, as the disciples were already in a state of panic and couldn’t possibly listen to reason now.
Lin Fan looked at the scattered and disoriented disciples and helplessly shook his head.
This time, it would be difficult.
Lifting his head, Lin Fan gazed into the distance at the darkened clouds.
Perhaps the Yan Emperor and other sects were already gathering outside the Saint-Demon Sect.
As soon as the timing was right, a great battle would inevitably erupt.
Lin Fan pulled down his status window and carefully examined it.
After a long journey of cultivation, the “Dragon Emperor’s Dominance” had already reached its second layer, and “Invisible Devil Art” had also advanced to its second layer. His true energy had increased by five thousand.
He had the strength for one last fight, but it might not be enough.
Death wasn’t scary, but one must die with dignity.
“Hu…”
A piercing wind blew, and Lin Fan gazed into the distance, where glimmers of light flickered, dazzlingly bright.
“Is it coming?”
Lin Fan clenched his fists. This would be the first truly fierce battle of his life.
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