“叮, Congratulations on defeating a high-level ancient race warrior at the Huangtian realm.”
“叮，Congratulations on gaining 60,000 experience points.”
“叮, Congratulations on obtaining a damaged supreme spiritual artifact, the Heitian Demon Armor.”
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“How is this possible…” Mutian, entangled by Dafan Ge, was momentarily stunned upon witnessing the scene before him.
How could a powerful ancient race warrior be slain so easily?
Who exactly is this person, and how did he sneak into this secret realm?
“I, Mutian, have endured countless trials and near-death experiences in the Ghost Realm, climbing step by step to this position. How could I die here?”
In an instant, Mutian launched a frenzied attack, but these hundred-meter-long dragons formed by “Dafan Ge” roared menacingly. Even if struck apart by a palm, they instantly reformed and resumed their original shape.
Lin Fan burst into hearty laughter. Killing an expert at the Huangtian realm, although taking advantage of his weakened state, was still an opportunity.
Such opportunities not only meant discovering treasures, but also seizing the moment to eliminate others in crisis, thus strengthening oneself.
Sixty thousand experience points was a massive number, bringing him right to the edge of leveling up.
So what if it was a high Huangtian realm opponent? He would still be slain.
Even if he encountered Long Xuan now, Lin Fan would not be like before, completely powerless to fight back and forced to flee desperately.
“Who exactly are you?” Mutian eyed Lin Fan warily while continuing his relentless assault, still throwing everything he had into the attack.
But for the long dragon conjured by “Dafan Ge,” these attacks were utterly useless.
Although Lin Fan’s cultivation was not as high as Mutian’s, the refined True Dao Seed was something Mutian could not match. Not to mention Mutian was now severely injured, on the brink of collapse.
“Xuanhuang Realm, Human Race, Lin Fan.” Lin Fan flicked his sleeve, exuding an aura of dominance as he stared at Mutian. “You offered a hundred lives of the Great Thousand Races to the ancient race for entering this secret realm. You deserve death.”
A murderous gleam flashed in Lin Fan’s eyes; Mutian had to die.
Upon hearing Lin Fan’s name, Mutian hastily checked the wanted list, his expression instantly hardening.
“How is this possible? Ranked two hundred thousandth, at the middle stage of Qingtian realm, how could he have refined a True Dao Seed?” Mutian stared in terror at the wanted list, unable to believe what he was seeing.
When he first saw Lin Fan unleash his technique, witnessing the True Dao Seed swirling, he assumed he was facing a master at the Huangtian realm.
But after checking the wanted list now, he realized Lin Fan’s cultivation level was merely at the middle stage of Qingtian realm.
Within the Ancient Holy Realm, the will of heaven would sense anyone who made it onto the top three hundred thousand of the wanted list, eventually revealing their cultivation level on the list.
This was the will of the Ancient Holy Realm, an unfair advantage given to the ancient races so they wouldn’t die pointlessly when hunting members of the Great Thousand Races.
But what fairness was there left in the Ancient Holy Realm’s will these days?
The only fairness was that the Ancient Holy Realm’s will did not intervene personally.
“Hmph, my life is not something you despicable creatures can ever understand. No need to say more today; your time has come,” Lin Fan sneered.
If he had known earlier that Lin Fan’s cultivation was merely at the middle stage of Qingtian realm, he might have doubted the other’s ability to kill him.
But after witnessing Lin Fan slay the ancient race warrior, he understood that Lin Fan’s words were not lies.
Their cultivation levels were nearly equal, and Mutian himself was more severely wounded than the ancient warrior. It would certainly not be difficult for Lin Fan to kill him.
“Why do you want to kill me? We are both of the Great Thousand Races, comrades fighting against the ancient race,” Mutian roared, grasping at his last hope.
“Don’t talk to me about that. When you offered a hundred lives of the Great Thousand Races to the ancient race, your fate was already sealed,” Lin Fan replied coldly.
“Haha, you’re talking about those weaklings,” Mutian laughed maniacally, his expression turning sinister.
“You don’t understand how pitiful our existence is. Even the secret realm we could rely on to resist the ancient race has been taken over by them. What else can we do to grow stronger quickly besides these secret realms?”
“What does sacrificing these people matter? As long as we can drive away the ancient race, it’s all worth it.”
“If killing me will make you stronger and enable you to overthrow the ancient race, then I, Mutian, willingly offer my life to you.”
“Besides, what are those people anyway? They are natives of the Ancient Holy Realm, weaklings without a shred of courage, groveling before the ancient race like frightened turtles. What does killing them matter?”
Mutian roared these words at Lin Fan.
“You have your will, and mine is to kill you,” Lin Fan said coldly, instantly launching an attack. With a single palm strike, space collapsed, torrents surged, and everything was torn apart.
“You want to kill me, Mutian? Dream on…” Mutian screamed sharply, his path not yet complete; he couldn’t die here.
“You don’t understand how ruthless the Ancient Holy Realm is. With your thinking, the Great Thousand Races will never rise again.”
“These are not decisions for you to make.” With a flip of Lin Fan’s palm, he pressed down toward Mutian.
The True Dao Seed within his body instantly activated, determined to kill Mutian.
The void trembled, the power immense.
Mutian spat blood repeatedly, his expression showing terror at Lin Fan’s overwhelming strength.
“You want to kill me? How could I ever let that happen? I, Mutian, will remember this grudge today. Between you and me, only one can survive from now on.” Mutian roared furiously, unleashing his “Grave Heaven Coffin” with a palm strike.
“Explode!”
Mutian’s heart bled; this was a top-grade spiritual artifact, his only top-grade spiritual artifact. But at this moment, he couldn’t think about anything else.
As long as he could refine the spiritual vein he had obtained, everything he lost would return.
Lin Fan did not expect Mutian to attempt to self-destruct his supreme spiritual artifact.
“Demon City.”
Lin Fan struck with his palm, instantly launching the “Demon City.” Ancient great demons roared, and a colossal palm reached out to seize the self-destructing “Grave Heaven Coffin.”
Boom!
A dazzling light erupted—the self-destruction of the supreme spiritual artifact was no ordinary event. Its immense power obliterated everything.
The hundred-meter-long dragon formed by “Dafan Ge” shattered inch by inch, turning to ashes.
“Lin Fan, I’ll remember you. I, Mutian, will surely avenge today’s grudge in the future.”
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Lin Fan’s figure flickered, scanning the surroundings with a grim expression.
“Damn it, he actually escaped.”
Lin Fan had not anticipated that his opponent would self-destruct a supreme spiritual artifact, and the force of the explosion was so immense that it shattered the barrier of the Myriad Killing Ancient Domain.
As for where Mutian went, Lin Fan had no idea.
After a moment of silence, Lin Fan sighed.
This was a significant loss. He hadn’t expected Mutian to have such a trick up his sleeve.
But it was okay. He would consider this a lesson. In the future, if a similar situation arose, he would know how to deal with it.
Looking at the Myriad Killing Ancient Domain, Lin Fan didn’t rush to leave.
Whether there were hidden treasures here no longer interested him much.
He didn’t believe his luck was that good to find any treasures in a secret realm that had been combed over countless times by the ancient race.
However, the domain’s killing aura was somewhat useful. It could be used to enhance the “War King Annihilation Fist.”
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