Chapter 964: Waves of Powerhouses Follow One After Another

“How could it be? How could the Free and Easy Prince be defeated so easily?”

Liu Qingshan was stunned, his eyes wide as saucers, filled with disbelief.

“He’s a powerhouse ranked fifteenth on the True Immortal Candidate List! Who exactly is this leader, to be so strong?”

The disciples were equally terrified.

They had assumed that once the Free and Easy Prince intervened, the leader of these ferocious creatures would be subdued instantly.

But now, they realized that compared to this leader, the Free and Easy Prince was nothing. There had been no flashy techniques, no intense struggle—just a simple, effortless defeat.

Lin Fan landed in front of Liu Qingshan. “Kill these bastards.”

“Mercy, oh great leader!” Liu Qingshan cried out in panic, immediately prostrating himself on the ground, desperately begging for mercy. He hoped this leader would spare his life.

Yet, in the brief moment Liu Qingshan lowered his head, his eyes flickered with a sinister gleam. The hand hidden beneath his body subtly shifted, gathering a deadly technique.

Lin Fan said nothing and made no move, simply watching silently.

“Have mercy!” Liu Qingshan pleaded again, then stole a glance at the leader.

At this moment, the leader stood motionless, as if entranced by something.

This was the moment Liu Qingshan had been waiting for—his deadly technique had reached its peak.

“Die!” Liu Qingshan roared, unleashing a sharp sword intent no larger than a thumb, which slammed into Lin Fan.

Clang!

A metallic sound erupted.

“How is this possible!” Liu Qingshan’s face twisted in confusion.

How could his ambush have no effect whatsoever?

At that moment, Lin Fan spread his fingers and struck with a single palm. To Liu Qingshan, it felt as if he were crushed under an immense force of a thousand tons.

Boom!

His body shattered into dust, leaving not even a trace behind.

Aaaaah!

The disciples screamed in terror. They wanted to flee, but their legs trembled violently, as if rooted to the ground.

“Leader, have mercy! I willingly become your slave!” the women wailed, striking provocative poses.

Seeing this scene, Lin Fan shuddered all over. Suddenly, he felt like vomiting.

This was clearly a side effect of his long-time obsession.

Boom!

Just then, a powerful ripple erupted from the distance. Lin Fan focused his gaze—it seemed something had happened over there, though he couldn’t tell what.

Pfft!

Without hesitation, Lin Fan slaughtered all of them.

Whoosh!

In an instant, Lin Fan vanished into the void, flying toward the disturbance.

Across the Endless Continent, countless people were watching the rankings of the True Immortal Candidate List. These rankings had remained unchanged for a long time.

But now, the rankings had shifted.

“Look! Liu Qingshan has vanished from the list!”

“What’s going on? Could Liu Qingshan have ascended to become a True Immortal?”

“No, there’s only one possibility now—Liu Qingshan is dead.”

Outside the secret realm, countless sect elders sensed the change in the rankings and their expressions darkened.

Especially the elders from Liu Qingshan’s sect—shock and disbelief flooded their faces.

How could this happen!

Liu Qingshan had died inside the secret realm?

What exactly happened? Could it be that someone from another sect had done this?

At this moment, Lin Fan was hiding within the void. When he saw the scene ahead, he slightly furrowed his brows.

A man resembling a war god, wielding a long halberd, was evenly matched against three ancient demonic deities.

One of them was none other than the Death God, Shi Yan—the girl who loved to torment him.

The other two ancient deities were unfamiliar to Lin Fan. They had grotesque appearances and were extremely hideous.

“Senior Brother, what exactly are these creatures? I’ve never seen them before.”

“That woman is quite alluring.”

This war-god-like man was brimming with fighting spirit. His halberd cleaved through the heavens and earth, exuding a mighty aura. To be able to match three ancient demonic deities evenly—his strength was truly formidable.

Suddenly, a red mist gathered in the void, accompanied by echoing laughter.

“Emperor Tianji, these three ferocious creatures can actually match you evenly. It seems this secret realm still holds many unknown existences,” the voice was sharp and sent chills down one’s spine.

Behind Emperor Tianji, some female disciples showed expressions of terror.

Emperor Tianji frowned. “Joyful Master, what do you mean by that?”

“Haha, nothing much. It’s just that these ferocious creatures who can rival the second-ranked Emperor Tianji on the True Immortal Candidate List have caught my interest.” The red mist dissipated, revealing a peculiar young man floating in midair.

His eerie eyes gleamed with insatiable desire, then fixed their gaze upon the Death God.

“Hmph!” Emperor Tianji snorted coldly, though inwardly puzzled.

What had changed inside this secret realm?

He had entered this secret realm before, but never encountered creatures this powerful. These beasts were of the Ancient Perfect Realm—strong enough to rank in the top ten of the True Immortal Candidate List.

“This one is mine,” the Joyful Master said darkly, pointing at the Death God and eyeing her carefully. “Good, good. Her figure is hot, and her looks are top-notch. The ones I met before were all hideous.”

“What did you say? You encountered others?” Emperor Tianji asked.

“Of course… They were all excellent sources of spiritual energy. Compared to the crystal core of the Abyssal Flame Beast, they’re far more potent.” The Joyful Master smiled and flicked his sleeve, tossing out a shriveled corpse.

When Lin Fan saw the corpse, his expression changed abruptly. Especially when he noticed the faint green mist lingering on the bones—he recognized it immediately.

The owner of this skeleton was none other than the Plague God.

Never would he have imagined that this being had been killed by someone else.

This revelation shook Lin Fan deeply.

What kind of people were these? How could their strength reach such a level?

What made Lin Fan even more furious was that this person had killed the Plague God.

Those were supposed to be his experience points!

Damn it, what a damn beast.

As Lin Fan pondered, the battle resumed between the two sides.

Since the appearance of the red-robed man, the situation had drastically changed.

The Death God seemed no match for him, constantly suppressed and cornered. Even when she unleashed her full power, it was of no use.

The other two deities were also in a dire situation. The armored warrior was an unparalleled combatant.

“Hehe, little lady, submit to me.”

At this moment, the Death God’s face turned pale with fear. The Joyful Master spread his five fingers and descended from above, attempting to seize her.

The Death God was greatly alarmed. She never expected such a powerful being to exist within the secret realm.

Just as she was unable to resist, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her.