Chapter 482: How Despicable and Shameless!

Nowadays, the situation is fraught with danger, and the slightest carelessness could lead to being hacked to pieces.

This Ancient Clan of the Desolate Heaven Position can slice me into seven or eight pieces with a single move. But if they want to truly kill me, they’ll need a lot more than that.

The Blood Sea Demon Cultivation Technique—Regeneration from a Single Drop of Blood—is no joke. As long as there’s one drop of blood and sufficient life force, I can resurrect endlessly.

Although the current Wutong Divine Tree hasn’t fully matured yet, its life force alone is sufficient to allow me to be reborn several times.

“Brother Lin, what exactly are you planning to do?” At this moment, Xia Zehua noticed Lin Fan acting strangely and couldn’t help but feel uneasy as he asked.

“Brother Lin, please don’t tell me you’re thinking of going to rescue them. That would be nothing more than seeking your own death.”

…

“Brother Xia, let me ask you this—if the Ancient Clans naturally suppress Ancient Beasts, does that mean every Ancient Beast fears the Ancient Clans?”

“Not necessarily,” Xia Zehua replied. “If it’s a high-tier Ancient Beast, then the Ancient Clan’s natural suppression becomes useless. Why do you ask? Is there something wrong with that?”

Lin Fan inwardly exhaled in relief. If that was the case, then everything would be fine.

If he hadn’t clarified this first, later on they might just stare at each other in confusion—and that would be a tragedy.

“Brother Lin, seriously, what are you trying to do? Listen to me—don’t act recklessly,” Xia Zehua urged.

At this moment, Lin Fan waved his sleeve and declared solemnly, “Brother Xia, there’s no need for you to say anything else. Since ancient times, who has escaped death? But one must leave behind a loyal heart shining through history. Right now, these people need help, and I must go and assist them.”

“Brother Lin, I don’t understand a word of what you just said. ‘Shining through history’? What does that even mean?” Xia Zehua replied in panic.

After all, charging in now would only lead to certain death.

At this moment, Mur Liang, who had been quietly thinking with his head lowered, suddenly raised his head, his expression resolute. “Captain, I understand Brother Lin’s intentions. Brother Lin is right—I’ll go with you.”

“Enough nonsense. Don’t try to tag along. Just now I came up with a plan—everyone stay put and don’t move,” Lin Fan said, already tired of dealing with this group of clowns.

No matter how much more he spoke, it would be like playing the lute to a cow.

If he kept hesitating like this, whether those people could even hold on was already questionable.

“No more talking—follow my orders!” Lin Fan waved his hand and, seeing the worsening situation ahead, immediately dashed forward.

“Brother Lin…”

“Brother Lin…”

…

On the battlefield, Bai Yichen was now covered in wounds, but with his extraordinary movement techniques, he had managed to evade several deadly attacks.

To have lasted this long against an Ancient Clan warrior at the early stage of Desolate Heaven Position while being at the peak of Azure Heaven Position was already something to be proud of.

The sword-wielding members of the Jian Clan were fierce in attack but weak in defense, yet Bai Yichen had perfectly combined offense with defense, allowing him to survive this long against the Desolate Heaven Ancient Clan.

But now, the situation had turned dire.

“Bai Yichen, resisting the Ancient Clans will only lead to death,” the Ancient Clan general declared, unleashing a palm strike that shattered everything, and laughed as he looked at the heavily wounded Bai Yichen.

Bai Yichen glared coldly at the Ancient Clan commander. “Even if you kill us, countless others will rise to fight against your Ancient Clans to the very end.”

The other cultivators from the Great Thousand Realms who had followed Bai Yichen were now being suppressed by the Ancient Clan warriors.

The Ascenders imprisoned in cages had completely lost all hope. Everything was over—there was no room left for escape.

Now, they finally understood the truth.

In the lower realms, they had been mighty cultivators, capable of ruling the skies. But upon ascending, they discovered that everything was only the beginning of a terrifying nightmare.

“Bai Yichen, I will hang your corpses at the Ancient Clan’s camp, so that all may witness the fate of those who dare oppose the Ancient Clans,” the Ancient Clan commander said coldly, his aura surging like a storm, sweeping through the void.

Bai Yichen stood firm despite his injuries. Even if death was inevitable, he would not flinch. He would fight until his last drop of blood was spilled.

“Stop!”

At that moment, Lin Fan appeared in the distance, rushing toward the Ancient Clan commander.

Lin Fan carried the corpses of three-headed giant kings. All hope now rested on this plan—whether it would succeed or not depended entirely on this moment.

“Hm?” The Ancient Clan commander noticed someone approaching and felt puzzled, unsure of who this person was. Could he be an accomplice of Bai Yichen?

But at this point, it hardly mattered. Whether he was an ally or not, the outcome would be the same—death.

Bai Yichen and the others looked at the approaching figure, their brows slightly furrowed, unsure of who this new arrival could be.

“Who are you?” The Ancient Clan commander asked, slightly puzzled.

Lin Fan glanced toward the distant horizon. The sky was calm, no ripples at all. His heart couldn’t help but grow anxious. Could it be that the rumored bloodline resonance was all a lie?

But now was not the time to panic—he must remain calm.

“I’m just a cook,” Lin Fan said calmly, while his mind remained focused on the distant sky.

“A cook?” The Ancient Clan commander frowned, confused by the reply.

“Yes. I imagine you must be hungry. This is the food I’ve brought for you,” Lin Fan said, tossing the corpses of the three-headed giant kings forward.

Boom!

The massive corpses slammed onto the ground, creating a thunderous explosion.

The Ancient Clan commander looked at the corpses of the Ancient Beasts before him and then coldly demanded, “Who exactly are you?”

Seeing the Ancient Clan commander ready to strike at any moment, Lin Fan hurriedly replied, “I am a young man who deeply admires the Ancient Clans. My greatest wish is to become one of you, especially to serve under a mighty Ancient Clan warrior like you.”

Inside, Lin Fan was growing anxious. Three-Headed Giant King, Father, Mother—please, come already!

“Haha!” Upon hearing this, the Ancient Clan commander burst into laughter.

“Traitor…” Bai Yichen looked at Lin Fan, his face filled with anger.

He never expected to see someone betray their own kind and side with the Ancient Clans.

“Those who understand the times are the true heroes. To follow such a mighty and charismatic Ancient Clan leader as you is truly glorious and splendid…” Lin Fan said, forcing himself to spew out these nauseating words, all for the sake of saving them.

“Haha! Excellent! Keep talking!” The Ancient Clan commander, hearing such flattery for the first time, was overjoyed. “Say even more—I shall definitely take you under my command.”

…

Just then, the distant sky began to darken. A thunderous sound rolled in like a stampede of countless beasts.

“Who… killed my child?” In an instant, a colossal figure descended from the heavens—a three-headed giant king over a hundred feet tall appeared before Lin Fan.

Its overwhelming presence left Lin Fan stunned.

This was just too damn strong.

“Who killed my child?” The three-headed giant king roared.

“It was him! This Ancient Clan warrior killed your son!” Lin Fan immediately pointed at the Ancient Clan commander and shouted.

“Hm?” The giant three-headed king fixed his six massive golden eyes upon the human before him.

“Great King Three-Headed, my comrades and I have been chasing this Ancient Clan all this way just to avenge your son. This Ancient Clan is truly despicable—they severed all three of your son’s heads, and now they even plan to roast his body and eat it. The cries of your son as he died were unbearable to hear. Our hearts shattered at that moment,” Lin Fan said, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, feigning deep sorrow and anger.

“You…” The Ancient Clan commander, who had just moments ago been praised by this man, now saw him suddenly turn against him, his expression instantly changing.

“Don’t try to deny it, Great King Three-Headed. This despicable Ancient Clan is worse than beasts. They not only want to eat your son, but they also plan to devour your elderly parents and even force themselves upon your beautiful wife…”

“Silence!” The three-headed giant king roared furiously, his golden eyes blazing with rage.

“Ancestors of the Ancient Clans, we three-headed giant kings have never encroached upon your territory, yet you dare to kill my son and insult my wife? I will fight you to the bitter end!” With a deafening roar, the three-headed giant king charged at the Ancient Clan commander.

“This is a misunderstanding…” The Ancient Clan commander was stunned, his face pale. When had he ever killed this beast’s son?

But there was no time for explanations now, for the giant king’s claw was already descending upon him.