“Damn, I’ve been so low-key lately, yet someone still tracked me down. This doesn’t seem right,” Lin Fan said helplessly. From the tone, it was clear that whoever it was had specifically come for him.
“Hmph, who do you think you are, coming after this young master? Can’t you see the subordinates behind me? Each of them possesses unfathomable cultivation; if you dare to cause trouble, I’ll have them obliterate you,” Lin Fan declared arrogantly with a wave of his sleeve, though inwardly he was already thinking about how to make his escape.
The current situation was clearly troublesome.
There was a boss in front and elite minions behind—such a scenario was truly unprecedented for him.
The Divine Heaven Ninth Level, where the Eight Wastes merged into one.
“This cultivation level should be strong enough to handle a fight,” Lin Fan thought, observing the figure before him. “This ninth level, though powerful, isn’t insurmountable. With my current strength, I should be able to hold my own.”
Yet the aura emanating from the figure gave Lin Fan a strange, ominous feeling.
“With just these trash, I can crush them all with a mere flip of my hand,” the figure said disdainfully. The figure wore a red mask, revealing only a pair of eyes, while the rest of the mask was covered in dense, intricate runes.
Upon hearing Lin Fan’s words, the figure expressed clear contempt.
The cultivators who had pursued Lin Fan closely all turned pale upon hearing this.
“Who are you?”
“Daring to call us trash? You’re practically asking for death.”
“Hmph, today, with so many of us here, even if you possess extraordinary abilities, there’s no way you’re escaping.”
Each of these experts was proud and arrogant; being called trash was simply intolerable.
“Right! This is absolutely unacceptable. This masked man called you trash—frankly, even I couldn’t stand hearing that,” Lin Fan chimed in, stoking the flames.
“In my opinion, we should all attack together and kill this guy.”
As Lin Fan observed the masked man before him, uncertainty crept into his heart. There was something unsettling about this masked figure; if it came down to a fight, he wasn’t sure he could win.
A wolf in front, a dog behind—if they united, he would be the one to suffer.
“Hmph, shut up! You’re trying to use us as your pawns. You underestimate us too much.”
“That’s right. Today, both of you will die.”
Seeing the angry outbursts from the cultivators, Lin Fan could only sigh inwardly. He hadn’t expected his little trick to be seen through so easily—it was quite disheartening.
“You’re all mistaken. This masked man is an envoy sent by the Ancient Clan’s Supreme Order. Do you really think any of us can survive if we don’t unite?” Lin Fan interjected.
“What? A representative from the Ancient Clan’s Supreme Order?”
Upon hearing this, the cultivators were deeply shocked, clearly unable to believe what they had just heard.
For these experts, the Ancient Clan was a sensitive and ominous topic, and the mention of the Supreme Order of the Ancients was like a mountain pressing heavily upon their hearts.
The masked man stood motionless, regarding the cultivators before him as nothing more than ants.
Suddenly, he raised a single finger, unleashing a violent red light. Instantly, screams erupted.
“Ahh!”
Among the group of cultivators, one man’s body began to swell rapidly before exploding into chunks of flesh.
“Cursed!”
The pieces of flesh writhed and attempted to reassemble, but suddenly, an immense force descended from the heavens, instantly annihilating the flesh.
“All of you will die,” the masked man said coldly, showing no regard for the cultivators.
“What the hell are you waiting for? He’s already killing you! If you hesitate any longer, you’ll all be dead!” Lin Fan shouted, shocked at the masked man’s terrifying power. Without hesitation, he had launched an attack, even more ruthless than Lin Fan himself.
Before Lin Fan killed someone, he usually exchanged a few words. This masked man, however, simply pointed a finger and unleashed an overwhelming force that reduced his enemies to dust.
This was sheer domination through overwhelming power.
Right now, Lin Fan had no desire to fight—he only wanted to escape. The monk really scared him; he was just too annoying.
Now that he had finally managed to break free, he wanted to run as far away as possible.
“Attack together!” The cultivators, shaken but fierce, charged toward the masked man.
“Hmph, mere ants,” the masked man sneered, summoning a colossal crimson hand from the sky. It swept everything away with irresistible force.
“Ahh! This is the Blood Demon Palm of the Blood Halo Demon Lord!”
“He’s the Blood Halo Demon Lord!”
“The Blood Halo Demon Lord isn’t dead! Everyone, run!”
At this moment, some cultivators who were familiar with the Blood Halo Demon Lord screamed in panic upon seeing the crimson hand.
Wherever the crimson hand passed, nothing remained. As its fingers moved, the cultivators felt as though their very essence was being drained away.
Legend had it that the Blood Halo Demon Lord was a cultivator who had attained enlightenment through a mass of corrupted blood, capable of devouring the essence, energy, and spirit of others to strengthen himself.
However, a thousand years ago, the Blood Halo Demon Lord had been ambushed and severely wounded by a group of powerful beings from the Great Thousand Races. Though he eventually escaped, he had nearly been reduced to spiritual annihilation, his life force nearly extinguished.
To the beings of the Great Thousand Races, the Blood Halo Demon Lord was a true, terrifying powerhouse—encountering him meant certain death.
“Senior Blood Halo Demon Lord, have mercy!”
“Ahh!”
One cultivator cried out in desperation, only to be crushed instantly into flesh.
“Run! Everyone, run!” The cultivators were utterly stunned, their hearts filled with terror.
This fear pressed down on them like an unbearable weight.
Even after a thousand years, the Blood Halo Demon Lord’s terrifying reputation remained an indelible shadow in their minds.
“I am a prodigy of the Jade Divine Palace! You cannot kill me!” Yu Liutian screamed in fear.
“Ahh!”
In the blink of an eye, Yu Liutian was reduced to nothingness.
Xing Wangu and Jia Yongye’s faces turned deathly pale. They never expected to encounter such a terrifying presence within this hidden realm.
“Run! We can’t possibly fight the Blood Halo Demon Lord!” Xing Wangu and his companion were terrified, no longer thinking of anything else as they fled toward the distant horizon.
But the moment they turned to escape, a crimson beam descended from the heavens, enveloping them.
“Ahh! I refuse to accept this!”
They struggled within the crimson beam, but it tightened relentlessly. With a sickening crack, drops of blood began to drip from within the crimson beam.
When the crimson beam finally opened, only two skeletons remained.
The essence, energy, spirit, and flesh of Xing Wangu and Jia Yongye had been completely devoured by the Blood Halo Demon Lord.
“What terrifying demonic arts,” Lin Fan muttered, shaken by the horrifying scene before him.
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