Chapter 267: The Kunpeng’s Breath

Feeling the warm sunlight and breathing in the fresh air, Lin Fan’s heart felt eased and refreshed in this moment.

“Huh, there are still people here.”

At this moment, Lin Fan noticed quite a few people gathered below. Upon closer inspection, he recognized them as elders from the Six Sects and the leader of the Yao clan.

As Lin Fan was observing them, the elders of the Six Sects and the leader of the Yao clan were also closely scrutinizing Lin Fan.

They regarded this person who had suddenly burst up from underground with caution and alertness.

A disciple glanced at the gaping hole in the ground and involuntarily sucked in a breath of cold air—it was bottomless and pitch-black.

No one knew exactly how deep the surface of the Sea of the Dead was from the underground world. But judging from the depth of this pit, it might be tens of thousands of feet deep, if not more.

Yet the current situation left the disciple feeling frightened.

Could this person have really come up from underground?

Unbelievable—utterly unbelievable.

Lin Fan hovered in midair, his hands clasped behind his back, his expression calm and composed. On his shoulder, the little chicken also noticed the crowd below. It folded its wings, its cute, large chicken eyes now sharp and fierce, exuding an overwhelming aura.

The elders of the Six Sects and the leader of the Yao clan were immersed in deep thought. Who exactly was this individual? Why had he emerged from beneath the Sea of the Dead?

Could it be that this man had obtained that legendary treasure hidden within the Sea of the Dead?

At the mere thought of the treasure, the seven exchanged glances, their eyes flashing with murderous intent. They had not only failed to obtain the treasure themselves, but had also suffered heavy losses among their disciples. How could they allow an outsider to reap the benefits?

In an instant, the seven elders shot into the air, blocking Lin Fan’s path.

“Hand over the treasure!” Elder Qinghuo of the Flame Sect, his red eyebrows twitching, shouted fiercely.

Although he couldn’t gauge Lin Fan’s cultivation level, the condition for entering the Sea of the Dead was that one must be below the Grand Heaven Stage. Therefore, this person must definitely be at the Minor Heaven Stage.

“This young fellow,” spoke an elder dressed in blue robes, “this place belongs to the Six Sects and the Ya clan. Please hand over whatever you obtained from the Sea of the Dead.”

This elder’s robe was plain, but it bore the image of a Qianpeng—a vivid depiction of the mythical creature with its enormous mouth wide open, as if it were about to swallow the entire world.

This was the Qianpeng Sect, an extremely powerful sect in the Eastern Ling Continent. It was said that the sect’s ancestor was a hybrid offspring of a human and a Qianpeng, possessing terrifying strength and hiding in the void in search of eternal life.

…

At this moment, Lin Fan’s lips curled into a slight smile. These old fellows were clearly planning to rob him.

This greatly annoyed Lin Fan. He had spent his life robbing others, but no one had ever dared to rob him.

“Why bother talking so much? Kill him and let fate decide who gets the treasure,” said Elder Qinghuo of the Flame Sect, his fiery temper flaring. He was now certain that this young man had obtained the legendary treasure from below. Although the Sea of the Dead had been unusually dangerous this time, this person had appeared last. Judging from his expression, he seemed to have benefited greatly, his face filled with joy—a stark contrast to the disciples of the sects.

The elders of the other sects nodded slightly, clearly agreeing with Elder Qinghuo’s suggestion.

Lin Fan observed these people. Their cultivation levels were all at the initial stage of the Grand Heaven Stage.

If they joined forces, they wouldn’t be easy to deal with.

Although his cultivation hadn’t improved, his Ancient Arm was no joke. If they wanted to rob him, they’d have to see if they had the strength to do so.

“What did you say? I didn’t hear clearly,” Lin Fan said disdainfully, picking his ear and flicking his finger dismissively toward the crowd, showing his utter contempt.

Looks like he needed to show them some power to let them know who he really was.

The Flame Sect, the Qianpeng Sect, the Heaven-reaching Island, the Spirit Immortal Sect, the Suspended Immortal Pavilion, and the Free Sect—all these sects were used to being high and mighty, never regarding unaffiliated cultivators as equals.

The head of the Yao clan, Yao Tian, was no different. For the sake of the treasure, he had no choice but to forcefully seize it.

“Oooooo…”

The little chicken on Lin Fan’s shoulder raised its head and crowed a few times. It was riding on Lin Fan’s might, and the chicken wasn’t stupid. It could clearly see that Lin Fan didn’t regard these people before him as any threat at all. Therefore, it too wanted to show off and act boldly.

Its featherless wings stretched forward slightly and then bent, as if to say, “Bring it on! We’ll take you all on—just me and my human!”

Lin Fan’s words at this moment enraged the elders of the Six Sects. How dare this mere unaffiliated cultivator speak to them like this? They had no desire to spill unnecessary blood. If he had been wise enough to hand over the treasure he obtained, they would have spared his life.

“Hand over the treasure you obtained!” shouted the elder from the Suspended Immortal Pavilion.

“Oh, this? Why didn’t you say so earlier? Here, take it,” Lin Fan said casually, pulling out a few “Great Brother Fan Pills” from his bag and tossing them over casually.

“These pills are all divine pills. I took a dozen or so, and these remaining few are for you,” Lin Fan said with a smile.

The elders of the Six Sects furrowed their brows, wary of these unknown pills.

“Damn it! Daring to mock us! Hand over the treasure you obtained!” At this moment, Elder Wang of the Qianpeng Sect roared furiously.

Trying to deceive them with just a few pills? That was practically asking for death.

“Fine then, today you shall leave your life here,” Elder Wang sneered.

“Qianpeng’s Inhalation!”

At that moment, the heavens and earth changed color. Elder Wang’s rule force surged violently. With a single palm strike, he conjured a phantom of a Qianpeng. As the Qianpeng opened its mouth, the surrounding sea waters churned violently.

This was an advanced technique of the Qianpeng Sect. When fully mastered, it could manifest a real Qianpeng capable of devouring the heavens and earth. Elder Wang had cultivated this technique to a very high level, though he still fell short of reaching its ultimate stage.

A powerful pressure surged toward Lin Fan. The Qianpeng phantom’s body was immeasurable in size. A Grand Heaven Stage expert could manipulate the laws of the universe with a mere flip of their hand—something Lin Fan at his current level couldn’t possibly withstand.

The elders from the other sects were momentarily stunned. They hadn’t expected Elder Wang Hai Ming to strike with such deadly intent. The move “Qianpeng’s Inhalation” contained the true essence of the Qianpeng, its form constructed entirely from rule force. Even they would have to exert effort to counter it.

“Hehe, is this your ultimate technique?” Lin Fan gazed at the massive Qianpeng phantom overshadowing the sky, a faint smile appearing on the corner of his lips.

Elder Wang’s expression subtly changed. He had already imagined this person turning to ashes under this move. Yet, the calm demeanor on Lin Fan’s face sent a chill down Elder Wang’s spine.

Impossible… It must be just my imagination.

To him, a Minor Heaven Stage cultivator was like an ant—what kind of wave could such a being possibly create?

At this moment, Lin Fan slightly shook his head and gently raised his right hand.

In an instant, a terrifying scene unfolded, shaking everyone’s hearts and minds.

“Seal!”