Chapter 631: The Meizu Talent is Too Unstable

The Supreme “Jie” has arrived.

An endless wave of ferocity swept forth, shaking the heavens and earth.

The Evil Alliance’s Crown Prince didn’t even lift his head, his eyes filled with panic, continuously kowtowing, desperately hoping the Supreme “Jie” would just let him off like a fart.

Even those stronger than the Evil Alliance’s Crown Prince wouldn’t inspire such fear in him.

But the Crown Prince, fearless of heaven and earth, feared only the Ancient Clan’s Supreme.

The Supreme of the Ancient Clan kills without hesitation or explanation—once decided, there’s no room for negotiation.

Even if you are killed, even your father can do nothing, for it is the Ancient Clan’s Supreme.

The ultimate ruler of the Ancient Holy Realm, controlling countless lives.

The beings of the Great Thousand Races watching through the viewing screen, at this moment, saw the Supreme’s true form for the first time.

Each of them was terrified.

Clink! Clatter!

“What the hell? Why did the image disappear? The Mei Clan’s talent is so unstable?”

“Why did the image cut off at such a crucial moment? Are you trying to kill us?”

“The clash between the Human Emperor and the Ancient Clan’s Supreme—how did it go?”

“How frustrating! Why weren’t the Mi Clan and the Sanxing Clan here? If those two clans were present, with their talents, they definitely could have prolonged the image.”

“To lose the image at such a critical moment—how could it be so cruel?”

At this moment, the beings of the Great Thousand Races were speechless—the viewing screen had suddenly vanished, leaving everyone helpless.

But they knew it was because the Ancient Clan’s Supreme had descended, his mighty aura shattering the void, causing those light projections to vanish into thin air.

Yet in the hearts of some beings, it was clearly the Mei Clan’s unstable talent. During previous ceremonies broadcast to all the Great Thousand Races, the images had often cut out randomly.

Such immature talent shouldn’t be used to torment us, especially at a moment like this.

Lin Fan knew everything happening here would be seen by the beings of the Great Thousand Races, but now that the image had vanished, he actually felt relieved.

Before the Great Thousand Races, Lin Fan had to appear handsome, domineering, fearless, and graceful—even when facing an unbeatable Ancient Clan Supreme, he had to die with style and dignity.

But now that the image was gone, Lin Fan felt a wave of relief.

No matter how despicable or pathetic he appeared in a moment, no one would see it.

Now he could finally act freely.

In an instant, Lin Fan turned his gaze forward.

“Didn’t expect the Ancient Clan Supreme’s body to be not as towering as I imagined, yet it still exudes terror.”

Standing before Lin Fan, the Ancient Clan Supreme’s body wasn’t imposing—perhaps even small. His skin was jet black, with two sharp bones protruding from his shoulders, curving backward.

His icy eyes were terrifying—just one glance was enough to send chills down the spine.

His sharp teeth resembled a demon’s gaping maw.

The Ancient Clan Supreme “Jie”—his divine soul projection, at the Tenth Heaven God Emperor level of Eternal Godhood.

“Damn it, he sent only a projection? Why didn’t he come in person?” Lin Fan muttered in frustration.

If just a projection was already at the Tenth Heaven God Emperor level of Eternal Godhood, what level was his true body?

If I reach the Tenth Heaven God Emperor level of Eternal Godhood, would I still not be worthy to challenge the Ancient Clan Supreme?

“Headache, an unbearable headache.”

“You’re the Ancient Clan Supreme Jie?” Lin Fan, showing no fear, raised his head and asked with domineering confidence.

The Ancient Clan Supreme “Jie” did not speak, merely gazing at Lin Fan calmly. A faint smile appeared on his lips, revealing those sharp teeth, making him look even more terrifying.

“Smiling at your sister,” Lin Fan muttered, unable to tolerate the Ancient Clan Supreme’s silence and eerie grin.

Lin Fan was furious—only a soul projection had come. Would coming in person kill you?

What could I possibly do, knowing your true cultivation realm?

“Hmm?” The Ancient Clan Supreme Jie’s expression slightly changed. He hadn’t expected this insignificant ant to dare curse him. A cruel smile appeared on his face.

“What do you mean ‘hmm’? Listen to me—I’ve already prepared myself. Today, me and the Evil Alliance’s Crown Prince are determined to kill you and kick your head like a ball,” Lin Fan instantly vanished from his spot, reappearing beside the Evil Alliance’s Crown Prince.

“No, no! Ancient Clan Supreme, I’m not involved!” The Evil Alliance’s Crown Prince, hearing Lin Fan drag him into this mess, was stunned.

Prepared? I just happened to be passing by!

“Prince, when facing such Ancient Clan trash, we must attack head-on. Let’s strike together!” Lin Fan said.

“Go away! I don’t want to see you!” The Evil Alliance’s Crown Prince wanted to cry—he hadn’t expected this guy to be so shameless. Did he really have to take revenge like this?

“What? You want me to leave? Let you face the Ancient Clan Supreme alone? No way! I can’t let you face him alone,” Lin Fan exclaimed, his expression changing, then turning serious as he looked at the Evil Alliance’s Crown Prince.

“Don’t worry, I won’t leave. Even if you tell me to go, I won’t. We made a promise.”

“I… I…” The Evil Alliance’s Crown Prince saw the Ancient Clan Supreme’s expression growing colder and colder, his heart nearly bursting from fear. He quickly pleaded, “Ancient Clan Supreme…”

“Just hold still and die,” Lin Fan immediately interrupted the Evil Alliance’s Crown Prince’s words.

“No!” The Evil Alliance’s Crown Prince screamed in agony, not wanting to witness what was about to happen.

At that moment, Lin Fan instantly struck. His palm rotated, unleashing thousands of blows. Each palm transformed into a Divine God of Apocalyptic Calamity, rushing toward the Ancient Clan Supreme.

“Roar!”

The Ancient Clan Supreme roared, his powerful sound waves shaking the heavens, manifesting as infinite blades that instantly cut down each Divine God of Apocalyptic Calamity.

These Divine Gods, cultivated to perfection by Lin Fan, capable of destroying heaven and earth, were now like ants, easily slaughtered without any resistance.

“So strong!”

Lin Fan’s brows furrowed. Although the Ancient Clan Supreme’s projection was only at the Tenth Heaven God Emperor level of Eternal Godhood, his power was terrifyingly immense.

Lin Fan’s Divine Gods of Apocalyptic Calamity, possessing heaven-shattering power, especially strengthened by the Inner Sanctum, were incredibly formidable.

Yet this Ancient Clan Supreme’s soul projection had merely roared, annihilating all of Lin Fan’s Divine Gods of Apocalyptic Calamity. Such strength was beyond comprehension.

“An Ancient Clan Supreme…” The Evil Alliance’s Crown Prince cried out in panic—he wanted to live. How could he die here?

But in an instant, a mist enveloped the Evil Alliance’s Crown Prince.

Without hesitation, Lin Fan unleashed the “Great Fan Ge Power”—now was the time for the Evil Alliance’s Crown Prince to shield him.

Now that the image was gone, staying here to die would be pure stupidity.

But he wasn’t sure if he could escape from the Ancient Clan Supreme’s grasp. After all, even the Supreme’s soul projection was quite formidable.