Chapter 481: This Damages My Young Master's Image

The people from various races who came to rescue the ascendants were also quite powerful, especially the white-robed man holding a sword, whose cultivation was even a cut above that ancient clan leader.

Clearly, this rescue operation shouldn't have much of a problem.

But what puzzled Lin Fan was that if every time an ascendant came up, the ancient clan would be slaughtered, that would be way too fake.

"Something's off. Even if the ancient clan is stupid, they can't let the Myriad Races succeed every time." Lin Fan hid there, carefully observing the situation ahead.

"Huh, these ancient clan members seem very calm." Lin Fan looked at their facial expressions; unlike the panic they showed when he first ascended and encountered the Myriad Races' ambush, they now appeared composed, as if everything was under control.

"I know that man. Bai Yichen of the Sword Realm, very strong, at the Azure Heaven Stage Great Perfection." Xia Zehua said, looking at the scene ahead.

Lin Fan opened the bounty list and searched, startled by this guy's ranking.

Though not very high, his rank was around six hundred thousand. With his own ranking in the tens of millions, he naturally couldn't compare.

"It seems there's nothing for us to do this time. Bai Yichen's swordsmanship is unmatched in the world, even famous among the Sword Clan. Brother Lin, should we retreat or watch?" Mu Liang asked.

"Let's watch..." Lin Fan said, somewhat unconvinced.

Famous? When I, the young master, grow strong, I'll surely shake the world, far surpassing this so-called fame.

The ascendants trapped in the prison had no idea what was happening, but seeing someone come to rescue them, they were naturally overjoyed.

Especially when they felt the powerful auras emanating from these people, their minds trembled violently.

In the lower realm, they were top overlords, naturally proud and arrogant. But now, every one of these rescuers was far stronger than them, and their hearts sank with disappointment.

…

"They're fighting... they're fighting." Mu Liang whispered at that moment.

The sharp sword in Bai Yichen's hand blazed with divine light, his unparalleled sword intent sweeping across heaven and earth, far surpassing Lin Fan's sword intent—not even on the same level.

"This doesn't make sense..." Watching the Myriad Races slaughter so smoothly, Lin Fan was filled with doubt.

Of course, it wasn't that Lin Fan wanted them to be wiped out by the ancient clan, but this was going too smoothly.

Could it be that he was overthinking? Maybe the ancient clan members were really just idiots, not pretending.

"Buzz..."

Just then, the entire void trembled violently, and even Lin Fan and his group felt the aura.

"Here it comes..." Lin Fan's expression hardened. As he had thought, the ancient clan wouldn't act like last time this time.

At that moment, the distant sky suddenly darkened. Vast black clouds filled the void, and within the pitch-black clouds, a spatial rift suddenly appeared.

A vast, desolate aura surged out from the spatial rift, and a resonant, bell-like voice echoed through the void.

"Haha, finally here. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

A pitch-black figure emerged from the spatial rift. This ancient clan member was far more powerful than the others.

A single roar of fury caused the ascendants imprisoned in the cages to bleed from their seven orifices, their minds scattered.

"So strong..." Even from such a distance, Lin Fan felt his blood boiling.

"This time, it's a tragedy." Lin Fan sighed. These people were probably going to die here.

"Desolate Heaven Stage Initial."

At this level, Lin Fan didn't even want to fight, because the gap was too great—there was simply no possibility of fighting.

The Xuanhuang Realm was not like the Ancient Saint Realm.

In the Xuanhuang Realm, although the will of heaven and earth was formidable, it was probably less than one ten-thousandth of that in the Ancient Saint Realm.

For Lin Fan to be able to fight one level above his own was already earth-shattering; now, to cross three minor realms and a major watershed—wasn't that just a fool's dream?

…

At that moment, Bai Yichen's expression suddenly changed. He hadn't expected that this time a Myriad-Man Commander of the Ancient Clan would come.

Moreover, this Ancient Clan member's strength was a whole major realm above his own.

"Everyone, retreat first." On Bai Yichen's resolute face, a trace of worry appeared. The seven-foot green sword in his hand was wrapped in sword intent, sealing off the entire path ahead.

"Bai Yichen, a member of the Sword Clan, you have slain countless Ancient Clan members, your sins towering to the heavens. This time you dare to come—it's nothing but seeking death." The Ancient Clan Myriad-Man Commander stepped forward, a powerful aura bursting forth. "This place is already enmeshed in an inescapable net; no one can leave."

Instantly, the canyon echoed with earth-shaking roars as a large group of Ancient Clan members surrounded the canyon, forming an encirclement.

Those ascendants who had been excited earlier now saw the situation and were filled with despair.

Though their minds were resolute, at this moment, the last glimmer of hope gradually faded. For them, falling into the hands of these dark, ugly creatures would surely lead to a miserable end.

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"Brother Lin, we need to retreat now. There's no saving this." Mu Liang looked at the Ancient Clan members; his earlier excitement was completely gone.

The gap in strength was too vast. If they went up now, it wouldn't be bravery—it would be stupidity.

"Brother Lin, there really is no chance." Xia Zehua said.

Lin Fan had heard what the members of the "Justice Squad" said, but looking at the scene before him, he felt an indescribable emotion.

But even so, with his current strength, there was no hope at all. Going up would simply be seeking death.

Why did the word 'righteousness' feel so strange? Which bastard invented it?

In the Xuanhuang Realm, I was a good youth who would always step up for justice, drawing my sword whenever I saw injustice.

Even in hopeless situations, I'd exude an aura of dominance, earning admiration.

Now, seeing this scene, turning a blind eye would tarnish my reputation.

But how could he save them?

This question stumped Lin Fan.

On the field, Bai Yichen was steadily losing ground, barely holding on.

Although those who wield swords were always full of bravado, having his face slapped right after his entrance was truly pitiful.

"Brother Lin, let's go. A gentleman can bide his time for ten years to get revenge. One day, we will slay these Ancient Clan members. Now that our strength is inferior, retreating is not cowardice but preserving our strength." Xia Zehua, seeing Lin Fan still hesitating, thought he was worried about losing face and thus comforted him.

"Yeah, Brother Lin, the captain is right. We all know you're not afraid of death, but the gap in strength is too big. Going up would just be suicide." Mu Liang added.

"Quiet..." Lin Fan waved his hand.

The scene before him was a rare opportunity. As they say, fortune favors the bold; miss it, and it would never come again.

"That's it..." Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed through Lin Fan's mind.

He could even kill two birds with one stone.