Chapter 84: Erupt, Lin Fan

"Holy Demon Ancestor, look at your Holy Demon Sect. If you don't want it to be destroyed from now on, hand over the divine blood, cripple your heavenly position, and let your Holy Demon Sect survive in disgrace." The Black-Robed Ancestor cackled coldly.

"Even if the disciples of Holy Demon die in battle, it is glory. You destroy my sect; even if I die, I will make you accompany me to the grave." The Holy Demon Ancestor watched the sect's disciples die tragically at the hands of the nine great sects, his heart bleeding—these were his own disciples.

At this moment, the Holy Demon Ancestor's jet-black long hair flew wildly, his aura surged, and even the void seemed shattered by this force.

"Devouring Demon Blade."

Seeing the Holy Demon Ancestor draw his lifebound weapon, the nine sect masters' expressions tightened. They did not take it lightly; if they failed to kill the Holy Demon Ancestor this time, there would be no good days ahead.

"Kill..."

The Holy Demon Ancestor roared. The Devouring Demon Blade, shrouded in black light, covered the void, pierced through layers of space, and charged at the nine sect masters with irresistible might.

...

Lin Fan, still in stealth, had been killing enemy disciples at the first or second level of the Divine Entry realm. Looking around, he saw the sect's elders being besieged by multiple enemy elders and suppressed to death.

Senior Brother Meng Yangquan was also severely wounded, on the verge of being killed by the enemy's Divine Entry experts.

Just as Lin Fan continued to kill enemy Divine Entry disciples, his hair suddenly stood on end. A terrifying aura locked onto him.

Lin Fan saw a giant palm formed of true essence descending from the sky, like the Five Finger Mountain, locking onto his position, making escape impossible.

"Am I really going to die?" Lin Fan roared, his true essence erupting wildly. Since he couldn't dodge, he would fight to the death.

"Junior Brother, watch out!"

At that moment, a figure suddenly appeared and pushed him aside.

Lin Fan was stunned, but when he saw who had pushed him, he screamed.

"Senior Brother Ni..."

Lin Fan never expected Senior Brother Ni to take that palm for him. That palm should have been his to bear.

Lin Fan looked up at the enemy floating in the air.

"Eighth level of Divine Entry."

Lin Fan immediately went to Senior Brother Ni's side. Ni was covered in blood; the palm's true essence was so violent that even Lin Fan couldn't withstand it, let alone Senior Brother Ni.

"Senior Brother Ni, how could you..." Lin Fan's eyes reddened at the sight of Ni Mingyang.

"Junior Brother, don't grieve. A senior brother should protect his junior brother. Take care of your... self."

"Senior Brother..." Lin Fan roared, then straightened up and stared directly at the enemy disciple floating in the void.

That enemy disciple sneered disdainfully, as if in his eyes, these two were just ants.

"Boom..."

Just then, a loud crash came from nearby.

"Not good. We underestimated the Holy Demon Ancestor. He's going all out." In the void, the Holy Demon Ancestor was covered in wounds, blood flowing incessantly, but his aura grew stronger.

The nine sect masters were all bloodied, and the Old Hag of the Blue Sea had even lost an arm.

"You destroyed my sect; I'll make you all pay with your lives!" The Holy Demon Ancestor roared with bloodshot eyes, completely berserk.

At this moment, the nine sect masters' expressions changed. The Holy Demon Ancestor's aura was continuously strengthening, sweeping across heaven and earth like a tidal wave.

"Holy Demon Ancestor, your cause is lost. Give up." Just then, a flash of light appeared directly behind the Holy Demon Ancestor, and a palm imbued with supreme might struck his back.

"It's her..." Lin Fan, watching clearly from below, was shocked. The one who ambushed the Holy Demon Ancestor was actually a junior sister from the sect.

"Protect the Sect Master!"

The disciples who were locked in desperate battle, seeing their sect master ambushed, quickly surrounded him to protect him.

The Holy Demon Ancestor's face turned ashen, his overwhelming aura vanishing instantly. He looked at the figure floating in the void and spoke with difficulty.

"Heavenly Empress, I never expected you to have infiltrated my Holy Demon Sect."

"Holy Demon Ancestor, hand over the divine blood, and I can ensure the Holy Demon Sect's legacy continues." The Heavenly Empress's body trembled slightly. Her original Holy Demon Sect disciple robes suddenly transformed into a white robe with gold-trimmed long gauze.

Instantly, she became noble and alluring, her crystalline eyes shimmering with a look that dominated the world.

"Defeated..." The Holy Demon Ancestor seemed to have aged greatly. His jet-black hair turned pale, and his smooth, delicate skin instantly became like rough tree bark.

"Senior Brother." Lin Fan looked at the wounded Meng Yangquan, his heart filled with grief. The Holy Demon Sect was truly finished.

"The divine blood—even if I die, I won't hand it over to you." The Holy Demon Ancestor closed his eyes. Even in defeat, he would not let them have their way.

A thousand years of inheritance had finally been broken.

Ancestor, I have let you down.

"If you don't hand it over, then die." The Heavenly Empress said coldly.

"Sect Master, this disciple goes first. Junior Brother, protect the Sect Master." At this moment, Meng Yangquan glanced at the ruined sect, then roared and charged at the Heavenly Empress.

"Die!" Meng Yangquan radiated his final light, brilliant and brief like a shooting star.

"Senior Brother!" Lin Fan shouted.

"Fight to the death!" The remaining few disciples followed Meng Yangquan's lead, charging into the void to defend the sect with their last strength.

The Heavenly Empress watched coldly. She raised her hand, and a fire phoenix soared from behind her, leaving screams in its wake.

"Heavenly Empress, please spare Senior Brother Meng!" Just then, a woman rushed from the mountain gate.

"Mu Chenyu?"

Lin Fan was startled. He hadn't expected the newcomer to be Mu Chenyu, the junior sister Senior Brother Meng had always loved.

"Junior Sister..." Meng Yangquan trembled at the sound, unable to believe his eyes. But at that moment, the fire phoenix pierced through his body.

"Ah..." Meng Yangquan screamed, his body engulfed in inextinguishable flames that devoured him.

"No!" Mu Chenyu cried out in anguish at the sight.

"Heavenly Empress, I beg you, let him go, I beg you." Mu Chenyu knelt on the ground, pleading incessantly.

But the Heavenly Empress in the void watched coldly, as if nothing could sway her.

"Junior Sister Mu, why... did you come back?" Now a man of fire, Meng Yangquan struggled to stand.

"Senior Brother, I'm sorry..." Mu Chenyu looked at the burning figure, sobbing uncontrollably. Ignoring the flames, she clung tightly to Senior Brother Meng's body.

"Heavenly Empress, please, let him go."

"Why... why..." Meng Yangquan's breath grew weaker. He gradually understood what had caused all this.

...

Lin Fan watched everything until Senior Brother Meng and Mu Chenyu turned to ashes. The Heavenly Empress hadn't moved at all, as if what had happened was nothing but ants.

Lin Fan's heart stopped at that moment. The sect was gone, Senior Brother Yin was dead, Senior Brother Ni was dead.

Lin Fan seemed lost, looking at the once-prosperous sect now turned into a hell on earth.

"Sect Master..." Lin Fan murmured.

The Holy Demon Ancestor looked at the last remaining disciple, as if struck by a great shock, and laughed wildly and bitterly at the sky.

Lin Fan, too, seemed dazed, muttering to himself.

"Why."

"Coming to this world, why has everything beautiful vanished?"

"My two most important senior brothers are gone too. Why..."

Lin Fan screamed at the sky, "Nine great sects, Yan Emperor, Heavenly Empress, you destroyed my most important friends..."

The onlookers watched the last disciple of the Holy Demon Sect raving, sneering disdainfully—he must have been scared senseless.

"How did you come back from the dead?" The silent Heavenly Empress finally spoke, asking Lin Fan.

Lin Fan lowered his head, his body trembling, emitting a chilling laugh.

"You destroyed my best senior brothers. Even if I die, I'll make you pay a heavy price."

At that moment, the nine sect masters' expressions changed drastically. This Holy Demon Sect disciple, already at the end of his rope, was actually growing stronger in aura.

The Yan Emperor, who had been watching coldly, saw the Holy Demon disciple radiating golden light, with dragon roars erupting from his body, and his expression changed dramatically.

That is this Emperor's battle technique, 'Dragon Emperor Overlords the World'!

When a golden dragon phantom appeared behind Lin Fan, the Yan Emperor's expression turned even uglier.

Could it be that the one from that day was him?

"Sect Master, this disciple Lin Fan fights his last battle. I will fight to the last drop of blood and never disgrace the sect!" Lin Fan roared, golden light blazing from his body, piercing through the myriad realms. In the ten-thousand-foot golden radiance, Lin Fan descended like a god.

"Dragon Emperor Overlords the World."

The Holy Demon Ancestor raised his dim eyes to look at the last disciple of the Holy Demon Sect.

Lin Fan's cultivation level rose step by step. The second layer of 'Dragon Emperor Overlords the World' increased his strength by twenty percent, but that wasn't enough.

This time, Lin Fan was prepared to fight to the death, not expecting to survive.

But no matter what, he had to avenge his fallen senior brothers.

...

"What's going on with this disciple? How has he become so powerful?" The nine sect masters' expressions changed, finding it unbelievable.

Especially the disciples of the nine great sects—how could this ant-like creature give them such an overwhelming sense of pressure?

Lin Fan's eyes were bloodshot, fixed on the nine great sects before him.

"Today, I'll take my life to kill you bastards!"