Chapter 508: What Palm Technique Is This?

"Where did those ants go? They vanished in the blink of an eye." At this moment, a group of Ancient Clan members floated in the void, sensing their surroundings but finding no trace.

"No matter. In the Myriad Slaughter Ancient Domain, only we Ancient Clan can leave alive. These poor wretches, to enter the secret realm, they don't hesitate to kill their own kind, only to be slain by us in the end. Haha..." The Ancient Clan strongman laughed loudly.

"These fellows hide their cultivation, but aren't we hiding ours too? They think they can enter and leave alive, not knowing they're just turtles in a jar. Let them seek opportunities first; then we'll kill them and take their gains." The Ancient Clan member said.

The Myriad Slaughter Ancient Domain was not a precious secret realm. Most of its opportunities had already been collected by the Ancient Clan—at least those visible or hidden that could be found. Whether there were still concealed chances was unknown.

These Ancient Clan members were ordered to monitor this secret realm. To maximize benefits, they had reached an agreement with some of the myriad races: entry was allowed, provided each person brought a hundred members of the myriad races.

When the Ancient Clan killed members of the myriad races, they received rewards from the will of the Ancient Saint Realm. To the Ancient Clan, this was like raising pigs.

And the pigs were the myriad races.

However, the Ancient Clan had requirements for selecting entrants: their cultivation must be lower than that of the Ancient Clan.

Because after these myriad race members entered the secret realm, the Ancient Clan would follow closely. But they wouldn't seek so-called opportunities; they would wait quietly.

They waited for these myriad race members to find opportunities, then killed them and plundered their gains. Even if no opportunities were found, they would still receive rewards from the will of the Ancient Saint Realm.

This no-cost, no-loss deal—why not do it?

In the eyes of the Ancient Clan, these myriad race members were ants, fools to the extreme. Knowing the secret realms had been emptied by the Ancient Clan, they still sought a sliver of hope—nothing but a pipe dream.

...

At this moment, Lin Fan was moving stealthily. What this guy had done was utterly infuriating. Although the myriad races included no humans, wasn't this beastly?

Regardless, Lin Fan, upholding justice, absolutely could not tolerate such things happening before his eyes.

To avenge these slain myriad race members, Lin Fan decided to judge these fellows.

Within the Myriad Slaughter Ancient Domain, an intense killing aura pervaded, containing a will. Amid the gray killing aura, Lin Fan saw scenes of battles between the myriad races and the Ancient Clan.

Lin Fan knew these were the battle intents emitted by ancient powerhouses during their fights. Over time, these intents had not disappeared but had become a unique existence.

"Kun Peng Breathing!"

Lin Fan took a deep breath, drawing a mass of killing aura into his abdomen. Instantly, thunderous drums roared in his mind, like thousands of horses galloping.

Then the system immediately activated, suppressing that mass of killing aura.

"Ding, congratulations, gained 10 experience."

Lin Fan hadn't expected that absorbing such a small mass of killing aura would yield ten experience points, which surprised him.

Clearly, this killing aura was a good thing—it could be converted into experience and surely had other uses.

But for now, Lin Fan didn't dwell on it. His only goal was to find those Ancient Clan members and the guy who had betrayed his own kind.

"Hum..."

Just then, the void ahead trembled, and the self-formed void of the Myriad Slaughter Ancient Domain collapsed.

Accompanying it was an aura—heavy and distant, yet familiar.

Lin Fan leaped repeatedly, concealing his aura, and hid aside.

"Celestial Star Explosion."

Ahead, a figure floated in the void, robes fluttering wildly. He clapped his palms toward the void, and a radiant sphere shot toward an ancient domain beast born from the killing aura.

This ancient domain beast was massive, its body a mixture of Ancient Clan and myriad race remnants.

In an instant, the beast was struck by the sphere and turned to dust. Within the dust floated a crystalline shard emitting a faint glow.

"Lucky, found an ancient domain beast." The man grabbed the shard, revealing a smile. "Although this shard contains only one percent of its former power, it's still a gain." Wan Xiexing said with a smile.

Lin Fan looked at the man—decent cultivation, at the Azure Heaven Perfection stage.

If it were before, Lin Fan might have found it troublesome to fight him. But now, having condensed the True Dharma Seed, his combat power had increased immensely. Killing him would be as easy as turning his hand.

"Who's there?" Wan Xiexing's expression changed. He put away the shard and fixed his gaze behind him.

Lin Fan revealed himself, looking at the man with disdain in his eyes.

"Who are you? It seems you're not among the teams that entered the Myriad Slaughter Ancient Domain." Wan Xiexing looked at Lin Fan with a sinister air.

"I've seen people from the Star Realm. Though their cultivation isn't as high as yours, they have far more courage. You sent a hundred of your own kind to be killed by the Ancient Clan—shameful." Lin Fan said.

"Hmph..." Wan Xiexing snorted coldly. He hadn't expected this guy to lecture him. Feeling that words were useless, he flipped his hand, summoning stellar power to strike at Lin Fan.

"Kid, don't meddle too much."

"Holy Star Fist."

Wan Xiexing's fist contained infinite stellar power, as if drawing down the stars from the sky, condensing them into a fist to attack Lin Fan.

Lin Fan stepped on the void, activating the movement technique condensed from the True Dharma Seed, leaving a series of afterimages in the air.

"Big Bro Palm."

Lin Fan was about to show this guy what true terror meant. He had initially planned to suppress him with one move, but then thought it better to make use of waste.

Lin Fan struck out with his palm, and a "Big Bro" dragon roared forth.

"What palm technique is this?" Wan Xiexing was stunned as his fist passed through.

"Hmph, what palm technique? A palm technique to make you go into heat." Lin Fan couldn't be bothered to say more.

Explode!

Bang!

The "Big Bro" dragon coiled around Wan Xiexing, then instantly burst, enveloping him in a cloud of mist.

"What is this..." Wan Xiexing had never seen such a bizarre palm technique. He slapped away the mist, but to his astonishment, the mist seemed sticky—no matter how he swatted, it drifted back, seeping in through every pore.

Mouth, nose, skin pores, etc.

"Ah..." Just then, Wan Xiexing suddenly felt his mind slip, and he let out a roar.

When the mist cleared, Lin Fan was nowhere to be seen.

Wan Xiexing's eyes were bloodshot, a fierce desire overwhelming his heart, impossible to shake off.

"I... I..." Wan Xiexing's breathing grew rapid. His mind was filled with only one thought: to find any opening and penetrate it.

Lin Fan watched Wan Xiexing streak away into the distance like a beam of light, and sneered, "Little guy, today I'll have some fun with you."