Lin Fan values grandeur and spectacle.
Therefore, a high-profile entrance is naturally indispensable.
Otherwise, how could he live up to his impressive outfit?
A colossal dragon stretching ten thousand zhang long exudes majestic might, its dragon aura covering the heavens and earth. Its golden scales shine brilliantly, like countless heavenly golden-armored soldiers.
Lin Fan stands atop the dragon’s head, hands clasped behind his back, eyes scanning the world below with supreme arrogance.
Thunder Cultivation Dharma King, though small in stature, wears a Dharma robe, his palms playing with thunderbolts, long hair fluttering, a halo of Buddha glowing behind his head, laughing with domineering might.
The ancient great demon wields “Demon City” in his palm, his towering body piercing the heavens.
These two figures standing behind Lin Fan appear even more domineering.
At this moment, the leader of the Mei Clan stares in shock at the imposing figure in the distant void.
Especially the ten-thousand-zhang-long dragon, which leaves the Mei Clan leader utterly astounded.
That was a member of the Dragon Clan, one of the Ten Fierce Beasts of Ancient Times.
Each race among the Ten Fierce Beasts of Antiquity is immensely powerful; even ancient clans sometimes avoid confronting them. Yet now, one such dragon willingly serves as a mount for a single man.
This dragon was even conjured from a treasure realm, and its transformation consumed a significant amount of spiritual energy from Lin Fan’s treasure realm.
However, although this dragon appears intimidating, its cultivation is not very high—only at the third stage of the Divine Heaven Level.
Lin Fan knows, though, that this dragon has tremendous potential and can cultivate on its own.
“Who are you?” asked the three ancient clan commanders cautiously, their expressions serious.
Lin Fan’s grand entrance indeed frightened these three ancient clan leaders.
Lin Fan is all about grandeur.
Therefore, a high-profile entrance is naturally indispensable.
Otherwise, how could it do justice to his entire ensemble?
A colossal dragon, ten thousand feet long, exudes a majestic aura, its overwhelming dragon might enveloping the heavens and earth. Its golden scales shimmer like celestial soldiers clad in golden armor.
Lin Fan stands atop the dragon’s head, hands clasped behind his back, his eyes surveying the world with an air of supremacy, looking down upon all living beings.
Though the Thunder Taming Dharma King is short in stature, he is draped in a robe, his hands playing with thunder, his long hair flowing, and a halo of Buddha light flickering behind his head as he laughs with an air of dominance.
The ancient demon, holding the “Demon City,” towers into the heavens.
These two figures stand behind Lin Fan, making the scene even more imposing.
At this moment, the leader of the Charm Clan gazes at the domineering figure in the distant void, utterly stunned.
Especially the ten-thousand-foot-long dragon, which leaves the Charm Clan leader dumbfounded.
That is a member of the ancient Ten Great Ferocious Beasts, the Dragon Clan.
Each of the Ten Great Ferocious Beasts is incredibly powerful, and even the ancient clans sometimes prefer not to confront them. Yet now, one of them is willingly tamed and serves as a pet under a man’s feet.
This dragon is a manifestation of the treasure cave, and transforming it consumed a significant amount of Lin Fan’s cave energy.
Although the dragon looks intimidating, its cultivation level is not high, only at the third level of the Divine Heaven Realm.
But Lin Fan knows that this dragon has immense potential for growth and can cultivate on its own.
“Who are you?” The three commanders of the ancient clan cautiously eye the figure in the void, their expressions grave.
Lin Fan’s grand display has indeed startled these three ancient clan commanders.
They have never seen such an entrance before; even the Mighty King was never this domineering.
“I am Lin Fan, the Human Emperor,” Lin Fan flicks his sleeve and says calmly.
He has used this title for a long time, but it seems that no one knows of it yet.
This, to Lin Fan, seems rather unscientific.
Destroying the City of Despair, slaying the previous Mighty King, annihilating the ancient clan’s army—each of these feats is earth-shattering.
Yet, even so, no one seems to know about them.
Did those he saved in the City of Despair not spread the word?
At this moment, the three ancient clan commanders’ expressions change, and they roar, “You are Lin Fan, the Human Emperor?”
Lin Fan had not held much hope, but seeing the expressions of the three ancient clan commanders, he inwardly smiles. It seems they do know him.
What surprises Lin Fan even more is that the ancient clan soldiers, upon hearing this name, begin to clamor.
“He is Lin Fan, the Human Emperor!”
“That ruthless human who never shows mercy to the ancient clans!”
“We captured some beings from the myriad races, and after severe torture, they all confessed.”
“The City of Despair, the previous Mighty King—it was all his doing.”
…
What Lin Fan doesn’t know is that although he announces his title in every battle, he never leaves any survivors, making it impossible for his fame to spread.
But once, the ancient clan captured some beings from the myriad races, who cried out about the Human Emperor.
After severe torture, these beings confessed and revealed the crimes of the Human Emperor.
Upon checking the wanted list, the ancient clans discovered a name that was rising rapidly—Lin Fan, the Human Emperor, as spoken of by the myriad races.
“Indeed, I am Lin Fan, the Human Emperor. I destroyed the City of Despair, slew the Mighty King, and annihilated a million ancient clan members in the Water-Fire Secret Realm. Of course, these are no secrets to your ancient clan,” Lin Fan says indifferently, as if discussing mundane matters, but he still recounts his achievements to ensure the ancient clans are aware.
The Charm Clan, initially unaware of who this man is, is now stunned upon hearing these words. They never expected this man’s accomplishments to be so terrifying.
To the myriad races of the Ancient Saint Realm, he is a hero.
To the ancient clans, he is a demon.
The three ancient clan commanders exchange glances, a hint of fear in their hearts, but they are unsure if it is genuine.
If this being before them truly slew the previous Mighty King, they are no match for him.
But as members of the ancient clan, there is no such thing as fear—only the slaughter of all beings from the myriad races.
“Lin Fan, the Human Emperor, let’s see if you truly have the skills,” the three ancient clan commanders roar.
“Whether I have the skills or not, you’ll find out soon enough,” Lin Fan smiles faintly, then reaches out toward the ancient clan army.
This grasp is like seizing the heavens and earth; his ordinary arm expands infinitely, blotting out the sky, and he captures the ancient clan army in his hand.
His mana surges like a dragon, his five fingers brimming with supreme power. With a slight squeeze, explosions erupt instantly.
Boom!
Boom!
One by one, the ancient clan members burst apart, their flesh and blood scattering, turning into experience, essence, and spirit, all harvested by Lin Fan.
“What a brutal human!” The small fry of the ancient clan, seeing this human kill large numbers of their kind with a single grasp, are filled with fear.
Terrifying, absolutely terrifying.
They are adept at dealing with ordinary beings from the myriad races, but before this overwhelmingly powerful Human Emperor, they are like ants, easily crushed in large numbers.
“Commanders, save us!”
The ancient clan army now screams in terror. The Human Emperor seems addicted to killing, each strike resulting in the death of many ancient clan members.
Lin Fan is not concerned with the experience from these ancient clan ants, but their essence and spirit are beneficial to his cave. Though each ancient clan member contributes little, in large numbers, it becomes a vast resource.
“Human Emperor, stop! Killing our ancient clan brethren means death!” The three ancient clan commanders, seeing this, roar with fury and charge at Lin Fan.
Three at the sixth level of the Divine Heaven Realm.
Though they seem strong, to Lin Fan, they are still not worth his attention.
Lin Fan doesn’t even bother to engage them, letting them warm up first before dealing with them later.
“Be careful!” The leader of the Charm Clan, seeing the three ancient clan commanders charging at this human, can’t help but warn.
“Go!” Lin Fan flicks his sleeve. The ancient clan army, in his eyes, is like fish on a chopping block, unable to escape.
The Thunder Taming Dharma King and the ancient demon charge toward the ancient clan army.
“I am Lin Fan, the Human Emperor,” Lin Fan replied calmly, flicking his sleeve.
He had used this title for quite some time, yet somehow, it still seemed like no one recognized it.
To Lin Fan, this seemed scientifically impossible.
Lin Fan was all about grandeur.
Therefore, a high-profile entrance was naturally indispensable.
Otherwise, how could he justify his elaborate attire?
A colossal dragon, stretching ten thousand zhang, exuded a majestic aura, its overwhelming dragon might enveloping the heavens and the earth. Its golden scales shimmered like celestial soldiers clad in golden armor.
Lin Fan stood atop the dragon’s head, hands clasped behind his back, his eyes surveying the world with an air of superiority, looking down upon all living beings.
Though the Thunder Taming Dharma King was short in stature, he was draped in a ceremonial robe, his hands manipulating thunder, his long hair fluttering in the wind. A halo of Buddha light shimmered behind his head as he laughed with an air of dominance.
The ancient demon, holding the “Demon City” in his palm, towered into the heavens.
These two figures stood behind Lin Fan, making the scene even more imposing.
At this moment, the leader of the Charm Clan gazed at the domineering figure in the distant void, utterly stunned.
Especially the ten-thousand-zhang dragon, which left the Charm Clan leader dumbfounded.
It was one of the ten ancient ferocious beasts of the dragon clan.
Each of the ten ancient ferocious beast clans was incredibly powerful, and even the ancient clans sometimes hesitated to confront them. Yet now, one of them was willingly tamed and served as a pet beneath a man’s feet.
This dragon was also a manifestation of the treasured cave heaven, and transforming it had consumed a significant amount of Lin Fan’s cave heaven spiritual energy.
Though the dragon appeared intimidating, its cultivation level wasn’t particularly high, only at the third level of the Divine Heaven Realm.
However, Lin Fan knew that this dragon had immense potential for growth and could cultivate autonomously.
“Who are you?” The three commanders of the ancient clan cautiously observed the figure in the void, their expressions grave.
Lin Fan’s grand display had indeed intimidated these three ancient clan commanders.
They had never witnessed such an entrance before—even the mighty King of Might had never been so domineering.
“I am Lin Fan, the Human Emperor,” Lin Fan declared with a flick of his sleeve, his tone calm.
This title had been used by Lin Fan for a long time, yet it seemed that no one truly recognized it.
To Lin Fan, this was somewhat baffling.
Destroying the City of Despair, slaying the previous King of Might, and annihilating the ancient clan’s army—each of these feats was earth-shattering.
Yet, despite all this, it seemed that no one knew of him.
Had those he saved in the City of Despair not spread the word?
At this moment, the three ancient clan commanders’ expressions changed, and they roared in unison.
“You are Lin Fan, the Human Emperor?”
Lin Fan hadn’t held much hope, but seeing the expressions of the three ancient clan commanders, he couldn’t help but smile inwardly. It seemed they did recognize him.
What Lin Fan hadn’t anticipated was the reaction of the ancient clan army.
Upon hearing the name, the soldiers erupted in chaos.
“He is Lin Fan, the Human Emperor!”
“That ruthless human who shows no mercy to the ancient clan!”
“We captured some beings from the myriad races, and after intense interrogation, they all confessed.”
“The destruction of the City of Despair, the slaying of the previous King of Might—it was all his doing.”
…
What Lin Fan didn’t know was that although he always announced his title in battle, he never left any survivors, making it impossible for his reputation to spread.
However, on one occasion, the ancient clan had captured some beings from the myriad races, who cried out the name “Human Emperor.”
After severe interrogation, they confessed and revealed the crimes of the Human Emperor.
Upon checking the wanted list, the ancient clan discovered that one individual’s ranking had skyrocketed.
This was Lin Fan, the Human Emperor, as spoken of by the myriad races.
“Indeed, I am Lin Fan, the Human Emperor. I destroyed the City of Despair, slew the previous King of Might, and annihilated the ancient clan’s army of a million in the Water-Fire Secret Realm. Of course, these are no secrets to your ancient clan,” Lin Fan stated calmly, as if discussing mundane matters, though he made sure to recount his achievements in case the ancient clan was unaware.
The members of the Charm Clan, initially unaware of who this man was, were now utterly astonished upon hearing his deeds. They hadn’t expected his accomplishments to be so terrifying.
To the myriad races of the Ancient Saint Realm, he was a hero.
To the ancient clan, he was a demon.
The three ancient clan commanders exchanged glances, a hint of fear in their hearts, though they couldn’t be sure if it was genuine.
If this being before them had truly slain the previous King of Might, they stood no chance.
But as members of the ancient clan, fear was not in their vocabulary—only the extermination of all beings from the myriad races.
“Lin Fan, the Human Emperor, let’s see if you truly have the skills,” the three ancient clan commanders bellowed.
“Whether I have the skills or not, you’ll find out soon enough,” Lin Fan replied with a faint smile, then reached out toward the ancient clan army.
This single grasp seemed to seize the heavens and the earth. His ordinary arm expanded infinitely, blotting out the sky, and he clutched the ancient clan army in his hand.
His mana surged like a dragon, and his five fingers radiated supreme power. With a slight squeeze, explosions erupted.
Boom!
Boom!
One by one, the ancient clan members burst apart, their flesh and blood scattering, transforming into experience, essence, and spirit—all harvested by Lin Fan.
“What a brutal human!” The lesser members of the ancient clan, witnessing this human’s claw-like grasp annihilating their kin, were filled with terror.
Horrifying, truly horrifying.
They were accustomed to dealing with ordinary beings of the myriad races with ease, but before this overwhelmingly powerful Human Emperor, they were like ants, easily crushed in droves.
“Commanders, save us!”
The ancient clan army wailed as the Human Emperor seemed to revel in his actions, each strike claiming the lives of countless ancient clan members.
Lin Fan wasn’t particularly interested in the experience from these ancient clan ants, but their essence and spirit were beneficial to his cave heaven. Though each individual contributed little, the cumulative effect was substantial.
“Human Emperor, stop! Killing our ancient clan brethren will be your death!” The three ancient clan commanders, witnessing this scene, roared in fury and charged at Lin Fan.
Three at the sixth level of the Divine Heaven Realm.
Though they appeared strong, to Lin Fan, they were still insignificant.
Lin Fan didn’t even bother to engage them directly, letting them expend their energy before dealing with them later.
“Be careful!” The leader of the Charm Clan, seeing the three ancient clan commanders charging at this human, couldn’t help but warn.
“Go!” Lin Fan flicked his sleeve, and the ancient clan army, in his eyes, was like fish on a chopping block—there was no escape.
The Thunder Taming Dharma King and the ancient demon charged toward the ancient clan army.
Yet, despite all that, no one still knew him.
He wondered whether those he had rescued in Despair City had even bothered to spread his name.
Just then, the three ancient clan commanders’ expressions changed, and they roared loudly.
“You’re the Human Emperor Lin Fan?”
Lin Fan had not expected much, but seeing the expressions on the ancient clan commanders’ faces, he inwardly smiled. It seemed these guys recognized him.
Even more unexpectedly,
When the ancient clan soldiers heard this name, they began murmuring in shock.
“He’s the Human Emperor Lin Fan!”
“The merciless human who never shows mercy to the ancient clans.”
“We captured some beings from the Great Thousand Realms; after torturing them, they all confessed.”
Lin Fan is all about grandeur.
Therefore, a high-profile entrance is naturally indispensable.
Otherwise, how could it do justice to his entire ensemble?
A colossal dragon, stretching ten thousand zhang, exudes a majestic aura, its overwhelming dragon might enveloping the heavens and earth. Its golden scales shimmer like celestial soldiers clad in golden armor.
Lin Fan stands atop the dragon’s head, hands behind his back, his eyes sweeping across the world, looking down upon all living beings.
Though the Thunder Discipline Dharma King is small in stature, he is draped in a dharma robe, his hands manipulating thunder, his long hair flying, and a halo of Buddha light shimmering behind his head as he laughs with an air of dominance.
The ancient demon holds the “Demon City” in his palm, his towering body reaching into the heavens.
These two figures stand behind Lin Fan, making the scene even more imposing.
At this moment, the leader of the Phantom Tribe gazes at the domineering figure in the distant void, utterly stunned.
Especially the ten-thousand-zhang dragon, which leaves the Phantom Tribe leader dumbfounded.
That is a member of the ancient Ten Great Ferocious Beasts, the Dragon Clan.
Each of the Ten Great Ferocious Beasts is incredibly powerful, and even the ancient tribes sometimes prefer not to confront them. Yet now, one of them is willingly being used as a pet, trampled underfoot by a man.
This dragon is actually a transformation from the treasured cave heaven, and summoning it has consumed a significant amount of Lin Fan’s cave heaven spiritual energy.
Although the dragon looks intimidating, its cultivation level is not particularly high, only at the third level of the Divine Heaven Realm.
However, Lin Fan knows that this dragon has immense potential for growth and can cultivate autonomously.
“Who are you?” The three commanders of the ancient tribe watch the figure in the void with vigilance, their expressions grave.
Lin Fan’s grand display has indeed startled these three ancient tribe commanders.
They have never seen such an entrance before; even the Mighty King was never this domineering.
“I am Lin Fan, the Human Emperor,” Lin Fan flicks his sleeve and says calmly.
He has used this title for a long time, but it still feels like no one knows him.
To Lin Fan, this seems rather unscientific.
Destroying the City of Despair, slaying the previous Mighty King, annihilating the ancient tribe’s army—each of these feats is earth-shattering.
Yet, even so, it seems like no one knows about him.
Did those he saved in the City of Despair not spread the word?
At this moment, the three ancient tribe commanders’ expressions change, and they shout in unison.
“You are the Human Emperor, Lin Fan?”
Lin Fan had not held much hope, but seeing the expressions of the three ancient tribe commanders, he suddenly feels a sense of amusement. It seems they do recognize him.
What surprises Lin Fan even more is that the ancient tribe soldiers, upon hearing this title, begin to clamor.
“He is the Human Emperor, Lin Fan!”
“That ruthless human who never shows mercy to the ancient tribe.”
“We captured some beings from the myriad races, and after severe torture, they all confessed.”
“The City of Despair, the previous Mighty King—it was all his doing.”
…
What Lin Fan doesn’t realize is that although he announces his title in every battle, he never leaves any survivors, making it impossible for his reputation to spread.
However, once, the ancient tribe captured some beings from the myriad races, who cried out about the Human Emperor.
After severe torture, these beings confessed and revealed the crimes of the Human Emperor.
Upon checking the wanted list, the ancient tribe discovered that one individual’s ranking was rising rapidly.
This was the Human Emperor Lin Fan, as spoken of by the myriad races.
“That’s right, I am the Human Emperor Lin Fan. I destroyed the City of Despair, slew the Mighty King, and annihilated a million ancient tribe members in the Water-Fire Secret Realm. Of course, these are no secrets to your ancient tribe,” Lin Fan says indifferently, as if discussing a trivial matter, but he still lists his achievements just in case the ancient tribe is unaware.
The Phantom Tribe, initially unaware of who this man is, is now utterly astonished upon hearing these words. They never expected this man’s accomplishments to be so terrifying.
To the myriad races of the Ancient Saint Realm, he is nothing short of a hero.
But to the ancient tribe, he is a demon.
The three ancient tribe commanders exchange glances, a hint of fear in their hearts, but they are unsure if it is genuine.
If this being before them truly slew the previous Mighty King, they are no match for him.
But as members of the ancient tribe, there is no such thing as fear; their only goal is to exterminate all beings of the myriad races.
“Human Emperor Lin Fan, let’s see if you truly have the skills,” the three ancient tribe commanders roar.
“Whether I have the skills or not, you’ll find out soon enough,” Lin Fan smiles faintly, then reaches out toward the ancient tribe army.
This grasp is like seizing the heavens and earth; his ordinary arm expands infinitely, blotting out the sky, capturing the ancient tribe army in his hand.
His mana surges like a dragon, his five fingers brimming with supreme power. With a slight squeeze, explosions erupt instantly.
Bang! Bang!
One by one, the ancient tribe members burst apart, their flesh and blood scattering, transforming into experience, essence, and spirit, all harvested by Lin Fan.
“What a brutal human,” the ancient tribe soldiers, seeing this human kill large numbers of their kin with a single grasp, are filled with fear.
Terrifying, utterly terrifying.
They are adept at dealing with ordinary beings of the myriad races, but before this overwhelmingly powerful Human Emperor, they are like ants, easily crushed in large numbers.
“Commanders, save us!”
The ancient tribe army now cries out in agony, as the Human Emperor seems to have developed a taste for killing, each strike claiming the lives of many.
For these ancient tribe ants, Lin Fan is not concerned with their experience but rather their essence and spirit, which are beneficial to his cave heaven. Although each ancient tribe member contributes little, in large numbers, it becomes a vast resource.
“Human Emperor, stop! Killing our ancient tribe brethren means death!” The three ancient tribe commanders, seeing this, roar with fury and charge at Lin Fan.
Three at the sixth level of the Divine Heaven Realm, the Law Realm.
Though they appear strong, in Lin Fan’s eyes, they are still not worth his attention.
Lin Fan doesn’t even bother to engage them, letting them warm up first before dealing with them later.
“Be careful,” the Phantom Tribe leader, seeing the three ancient tribe commanders charging at this human, can’t help but warn.
“Attack!” Lin Fan flicks his sleeve, and the ancient tribe army, in his eyes, is like fish on a chopping block, unable to escape.
The Thunder Discipline Dharma King and the ancient demon charge toward the ancient tribe army.
…
What Lin Fan didn’t realize was that although he always announced his name before every battle, he never left any survivors, making it impossible to spread his reputation.
But once, the ancient clans captured some beings from the Great Thousand Realms. These beings kept shouting about the “Human Emperor.”
After brutal interrogation, these beings confessed everything, revealing the crimes of the so-called Human Emperor.
After checking the wanted list, the ancient clans discovered someone whose wanted ranking was rising rapidly.
That person was none other than Lin Fan, the Human Emperor of the Great Thousand Realms.
Lin Fan is all about grandeur.
Therefore, a high-profile entrance is naturally indispensable.
Otherwise, how could it do justice to his elaborate attire?
A colossal dragon, stretching ten thousand zhang, exudes a majestic aura, its overwhelming dragon might enveloping the heavens and earth. Its golden scales shimmer like celestial soldiers clad in golden armor.
Lin Fan stands atop the dragon’s head, hands clasped behind his back, his eyes surveying the world with an air of superiority, looking down upon all living beings.
Though the Thunder Discipline Dharma King is of small stature, he is draped in a dharma robe, his hands manipulating thunder, his long hair fluttering in the wind. A halo of Buddha light flickers behind his head as he laughs with an air of dominance.
The ancient demon, holding the “Demon City,” towers into the heavens.
These two figures stand behind Lin Fan, making the scene even more imposing.
At this moment, the leader of the Phantom Tribe gazes at the domineering figure in the distant void, utterly stunned.
Especially the ten-thousand-zhang dragon, which leaves the Phantom Tribe leader dumbfounded.
That is a member of the ancient Ten Great Fierce Beasts, the Dragon Clan.
Each of the Ten Great Fierce Beasts is immensely powerful. Even the ancient tribes sometimes prefer not to confront them. Yet now, one of them is willingly serving as a pet beneath a man’s feet.
This dragon is also a transformation from the treasure cave, consuming a significant amount of Lin Fan’s cave spiritual energy.
Though the dragon appears intimidating, its cultivation level is not high, only at the third level of the Divine Heaven Realm.
However, Lin Fan knows that this dragon has great potential for development and can cultivate autonomously.
“Who are you?” The three commanders of the ancient tribe cautiously eye the figure in the void, their expressions grave.
Lin Fan’s grandeur has indeed startled these three ancient tribe commanders.
They have never witnessed such an entrance before. Even the Mighty King was never this domineering.
“I am the Human Emperor, Lin Fan,” Lin Fan flicks his sleeve and calmly declares.
He has used this title for a long time, but it seems that no one knows of it yet.
This, in Lin Fan’s view, is rather unscientific.
Destroying the City of Despair, slaying the previous Mighty King, annihilating the ancient tribe’s army—each of these is an earth-shattering feat.
Yet, even so, no one seems to know of him.
Did those he saved in the City of Despair not spread the word for him?
At this moment, the three ancient tribe commanders’ expressions change, and they bellow, “You are the Human Emperor, Lin Fan?”
Lin Fan had not held much hope, but seeing the expressions of the three ancient tribe commanders, he inwardly smiles. It seems they do know him.
What surprises Lin Fan even more is that the ancient tribe soldiers, upon hearing this title, begin to clamor.
“He is the Human Emperor, Lin Fan!”
“That ruthless human who shows no mercy to the ancient tribe!”
“We captured some beings from the myriad races, and after severe torture, they all confessed.”
“The City of Despair, the previous Mighty King—it was all his doing.”
…
Lin Fan is unaware that although he announces his title in every battle, he leaves no survivors, making it impossible for his fame to spread.
However, once, the ancient tribe captured some beings from the myriad races, who cried out about the Human Emperor.
After severe torture, these beings confessed and revealed the crimes of the Human Emperor.
Upon checking the wanted list, the ancient tribe discovered a name rising rapidly in the ranks.
That name was the Human Emperor, Lin Fan, as spoken of by the myriad races.
“That’s right, I am the Human Emperor, Lin Fan. I destroyed the City of Despair, slew the Mighty King, and annihilated a million ancient tribe members in the Water-Fire Secret Realm. Of course, these are no secrets to your ancient tribe,” Lin Fan says nonchalantly, as if discussing a trivial matter. But to ensure the ancient tribe knows, he recounts his achievements one by one.
The Phantom Tribe, initially unaware of who this man is, is now utterly astonished. They never expected this man’s accomplishments to be so terrifying.
To the myriad races of the Ancient Saint Realm, he is a hero.
To the ancient tribe, he is a demon.
The three ancient tribe commanders exchange glances, a hint of fear in their hearts, but they cannot tell if it is genuine.
If this being before them truly slew the previous Mighty King, they are no match for him.
But as members of the ancient tribe, they do not know fear. Their only goal is to exterminate all beings of the myriad races.
“Human Emperor, Lin Fan, let’s see if you truly have the skills,” the three ancient tribe commanders roar.
“Whether I have the skills or not, you’ll find out soon enough,” Lin Fan smirks, then reaches out towards the ancient tribe army.
This grasp is like seizing the heavens and earth. An ordinary arm expands infinitely, blotting out the sky, capturing the ancient tribe army in its grip.
His mana surges like a dragon, his five fingers brimming with supreme power. With a slight squeeze, explosions erupt instantly.
Boom!
Boom!
One by one, the ancient tribe members burst apart, their flesh and blood scattering, turning into experience, essence, and spirit, all harvested by Lin Fan.
“What a brutal human!” The lesser ancient tribe members, witnessing this human’s claw-like hand slaughtering their kin in droves, are filled with terror.
Horrifying, truly horrifying.
They are adept at dealing with ordinary beings of the myriad races, but before this overwhelmingly powerful Human Emperor, they are like ants, easily crushed in vast numbers.
“Commanders, save us!”
The ancient tribe army now cries out in agony. The Human Emperor seems addicted to slaughter, each strike claiming countless lives.
Lin Fan is not concerned with the experience these ancient tribe ants provide, but their essence and spirit are beneficial to his cave. Though each ancient tribe member contributes little, in large numbers, it becomes a vast resource.
“Human Emperor, stop! Killing our ancient tribe brethren means death!” The three ancient tribe commanders, seeing this, roar in fury and charge at Lin Fan.
Three at the sixth level of the Divine Heaven Realm.
Though they appear strong, in Lin Fan’s eyes, they are still not worth his attention.
Lin Fan doesn’t even bother to engage them directly, letting them move about freely for now, planning to deal with them later.
“Be careful!” The Phantom Tribe leader, seeing the three ancient tribe commanders charging at this human, can’t help but warn.
“Attack!” Lin Fan flicks his sleeve. To him, the ancient tribe army is like fish on a chopping block, unable to escape.
The Thunder Discipline Dharma King and the ancient demon charge towards the ancient tribe army.
The Mei Clan members initially didn’t know who this man was, but upon hearing these words, their faces turned pale with shock. They never imagined this man’s feats were so terrifying.
To the beings of the Great Thousand Realms in the Ancient Holy Realm, he was a hero.
But to the ancient clans, he was a demon.
The three ancient clan commanders exchanged glances, a hint of fear in their hearts, yet unsure whether to believe it.
Lin Fan is all about grandeur.
Therefore, a high-profile entrance is naturally indispensable.
Otherwise, how could it do justice to his entire ensemble?
A colossal dragon, ten thousand zhang long, exudes a majestic aura, its vast dragon might enveloping the heavens and earth. Its golden scales shimmer like celestial soldiers clad in golden armor.
Lin Fan stands atop the dragon’s head, hands behind his back, his eyes sweeping across the world, looking down upon all living beings.
Though the Thunder Discipline Dharma King is small in stature, he is draped in a dharma robe, his hands playing with thunder, his long hair flying, and a halo of Buddha light shimmering behind his head as he laughs arrogantly.
The ancient great demon, holding the “Demon City,” towers into the heavens.
These two figures stand behind Lin Fan, making the scene even more domineering.
At this moment, the leader of the Mei Clan gazes at the imposing figure in the distant void, utterly stunned.
Especially the ten-thousand-zhang dragon, which leaves the Mei Clan leader dumbfounded.
That is a member of the ancient Ten Great Fierce Beasts, the Dragon Clan.
Each of the ancient Ten Great Fierce Beasts is incredibly powerful. Even the ancient clans sometimes prefer not to confront them, yet now one is willingly serving as a pet under a man’s feet.
This dragon was conjured from the treasure cave, consuming a significant amount of Lin Fan’s cave spiritual energy.
Though the dragon looks intimidating, its cultivation level is not high, only at the third level of the Divine Heaven Realm.
However, Lin Fan knows that this dragon has great potential for growth and can cultivate autonomously.
“Who are you?” The three commanders of the ancient clan watch the figure in the void with vigilance, their expressions grave.
Lin Fan’s grandeur has indeed startled these three ancient clan commanders.
They have never seen such an entrance before; even the Mighty King was not this domineering.
“I am the Human Emperor, Lin Fan,” Lin Fan flicks his sleeve and says calmly.
This title has been used by Lin Fan for a long time, but it seems that no one knows it yet.
To Lin Fan, this seems rather unscientific.
Destroying the City of Despair, slaying the previous Mighty King, annihilating the ancient clan’s army—each of these is an earth-shattering feat.
Yet, even so, no one seems to know about it.
Did those people I saved in the City of Despair not spread the word for me?
At this moment, the three ancient clan commanders’ expressions change, and they roar, “You are the Human Emperor, Lin Fan?”
Lin Fan hadn’t held much hope, but seeing the expressions of the three ancient clan commanders, he suddenly smiles inwardly. It seems they know him.
What Lin Fan didn’t expect was that the ancient clan army, upon hearing this name, bursts into an uproar.
“He is the Human Emperor, Lin Fan!”
“That ruthless human who never shows mercy to the ancient clans!”
“We captured some beings from the myriad races, and after severe torture, they all confessed.”
“The City of Despair, the previous Mighty King—it was all his doing.”
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What Lin Fan didn’t know was that although he always announced his name in every battle, he never left any survivors, making it impossible for his fame to spread.
But once, the ancient clan captured some beings from the myriad races, who cried out about the Human Emperor.
After severe torture, these beings confessed and revealed the crimes of the Human Emperor.
After checking the wanted list, the ancient clans discovered that one name was rising rapidly.
That was the Human Emperor, Lin Fan, as spoken of by the myriad races.
“That’s right, I am the Human Emperor, Lin Fan. I destroyed the City of Despair, slew the Mighty King, and annihilated a million ancient clans in the Water-Fire Secret Realm. Of course, these are no secrets to your ancient clan,” Lin Fan says calmly, as if discussing a trivial matter, but just in case these ancient clans are unaware.
Lin Fan still lists his achievements one by one.
The Mei Clan, initially unaware of who this man was, now looks on in shock, never expecting his accomplishments to be so terrifying.
To the myriad races of the Ancient Saint Realm, he is a hero.
To the ancient clans, he is a demon.
The three ancient clan commanders exchange glances, a hint of fear in their hearts, but they are unsure if it’s real.
If this being before them truly slew the previous Mighty King, they are no match for him.
But as members of the ancient clan, there is no such thing as fear; only the slaughter of all beings from the myriad races.
“Human Emperor, Lin Fan, let’s see if you truly have the skills,” the three ancient clan commanders roar.
“Whether I have the skills or not, you’ll find out soon,” Lin Fan smiles faintly, then reaches out toward the ancient clan army.
This grasp is like seizing the heavens and earth. An ordinary arm expands infinitely, blotting out the sky, capturing the ancient clan army in its grip.
Mana flows like a dragon, and the five fingers are filled with supreme power. With a slight squeeze, explosions erupt instantly.
Boom!
Boom!
One by one, the ancient clan members burst apart, flesh and blood flying, turning into experience, essence, and spirit, all harvested by Lin Fan.
“What a brutal human!” The small fry of the ancient clan, seeing this human kill large numbers of their kind with a single grasp, feel a sense of fear.
Terrifying, truly terrifying.
Dealing with ordinary beings from the myriad races is easy for them, but before this overwhelmingly powerful Human Emperor, they are like ants, easily crushed in large numbers.
“Commanders, save us!”
The ancient clan army cries out in agony, as the Human Emperor seems addicted to killing, each strike claiming the lives of many ancient clan members.
Lin Fan isn’t concerned with the experience from these ancient clan ants, but their essence and spirit are beneficial to his cave. Though each ancient clan member contributes little, in large numbers, it becomes a vast amount.
“Human Emperor, stop! Killing our ancient clan brethren means death!” The three ancient clan commanders, seeing this, roar with ferocity and charge at Lin Fan.
Three Divine Heaven Realm sixth-level law practitioners.
Though they seem strong, to Lin Fan, they are still not worth his attention.
Lin Fan doesn’t even bother with them, letting them warm up before he deals with them.
“Be careful!” The Mei Clan leader, seeing the three ancient clan commanders charging at this human, can’t help but warn.
“Go!” Lin Fan flicks his sleeve, and the ancient clan army, in his eyes, is like fish on a chopping block, unable to escape.
The Thunder Discipline Dharma King and the ancient great demon charge toward the ancient clan army.
But as ancient clans, they knew no fear—only the desire to kill all beings of the Great Thousand Realms.
“Human Emperor Lin Fan, let’s see if you truly have the strength,” the three ancient clan commanders roared.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” Lin Fan said with a slight smile, then reached out toward the ancient clan army.
This grab was like seizing the heavens and earth. An ordinary arm expanded infinitely, blocking out the sky, seizing the entire ancient clan army in his palm.
His power surged like dragons, each finger brimming with supreme might. With a slight squeeze, explosions rang out.
Boom!
Boom!
One ancient clan soldier after another exploded, flesh flying, transforming into experience, essence, and spirit, all absorbed by Lin Fan.
“What a ruthless human!” the lowly ancient clan soldiers cried in fear upon witnessing this human emperor grabbing and killing countless ancient clan warriors in one move.
It was terrifying—too terrifying.
They were used to dealing with ordinary beings of the Great Thousand Realms, but before this mighty Human Emperor, they were like ants—crushed by a single step.
“Commanders, save us!”
The ancient clan army cried out in agony as this Human Emperor seemed addicted to slaughter, every move claiming countless lives.
As for these lowly ancient clan ants, Lin Fan didn’t care much for their experience. Rather, it was their essence and spirit that benefited his treasure realm. Although each ancient clan soldier contributed only a tiny bit, together they amounted to a vast quantity.
“Human Emperor, stop! Killing our ancient clan kin—die!” Seeing this, the three ancient clan commanders’ faces twisted with rage as they charged toward Lin Fan.
Three cultivators at the sixth stage of the Divine Heaven Level, the Law Realm.
Though seemingly powerful, in Lin Fan’s eyes, they were still not worth the effort.
Lin Fan didn’t even bother to acknowledge them. He would let them warm up first before finishing them off later.
“Be careful,” the Mei Clan leader called out, seeing the three ancient clan commanders charging toward this human.
“Attack!” Lin Fan flicked his sleeve. To him, these ancient clan soldiers were like fish on a chopping block—nowhere to run.
Thunder Cultivation Dharma King and the ancient great demon charged into the ancient clan army, slaughtering mercilessly.
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