Chapter 859: No Room for Negotiation

Lin Fan stepped forward and pushed Ling Wuwei aside. For these ants, he could suppress them with a flip of his hand—why bother with so much trouble?

But what slightly surprised Lin Fan was that the Spirit Race still had quite a few strong experts.

Yet thinking about it, it made sense. Some Spirit Race members had ascended from the lower realm and were rescued by various sects. Later, learning that their kin were still being kept by the Giant Shark Clan, they naturally couldn't tolerate it.

The Spirit Race in this city had transformed over several generations. The cultivation manuals had likely long been destroyed, and any Spirit Race with cultivation had probably been killed by the Giant Shark Clan long ago.

"You..." Ling Wuwei was stunned, as if he hadn't expected the other to act this way.

"Senior Brother, let's go quickly. This Ten Thousand Sharks Formation is extraordinary—far beyond what we can withstand. This creature is courting death, and we've done our best."

"Qian Guang Slash."

As the billions-strong Giant Shark Clan army drew closer, the Spirit Race's expressions grew grave. Then Ling Wuwei, wielding twin swords, slashed fiercely, unleashing countless sword beams that illuminated the void with sharp, fierce energy.

Clang! Clang!

"This Ten Thousand Sharks Formation is indeed formidable—even the Qian Guang Slash can't break it." Ling Wuwei's face tightened, his heart heavy with solemnity.

"Friend, leave quickly. The Giant Shark Clan is no small matter—it's not something one person can handle." Ling Wuwei urged urgently.

"Haha!"

At that moment, Lin Fan laughed, then looked at Ling Wuwei. He hadn't expected someone like this to exist—facing such danger, yet still taking the time to urge others to leave.

"Do you know who I am?" Lin Fan lightly flicked his sleeves, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Ling Wuwei was taken aback, not understanding what the other meant.

The several hundred Spirit Race members also wore anxious expressions. "Senior Brother, there's no time—let's go!"

Lin Fan lifted his head slightly. "You're not bad. Facing this situation, you still have the courage to come out. If all the myriad races were like you, overthrowing the Ancient Clan wouldn't be a worry."

"You..." Ling Wuwei suddenly noticed that the other's aura had become mysterious.

This feeling was terrifying. For Ling Wuwei, even when facing the sect master, he had never felt anything like this.

"I am the Human Emperor. I don't know if you've heard of me, but whether you have or not doesn't matter, because today you will come to know this title."

"Suppress!"

In everyone's eyes, Lin Fan's seemingly casual palm strike suddenly turned terrifying.

Crack!

The void shattered.

An invisible hand pressed down on the void. Five transparent fingers descended from the sky, crushing the void until it began to crack.

That palm was vast and boundless, as if blotting out the sky and covering the sun. A blast of gale-force wind erupted.

"How is this possible!"

At that moment, everyone was dumbfounded, as if they had seen a ghost. This palm strike seemed utterly terrifying to them.

The Spirit Race members who had been urging Ling Wuwei to leave quickly all fell silent, their eyes nearly bulging out.

Boom!

The palm pressed down. The billions-strong Giant Shark Clan army was like paper, with screams ringing out continuously.

"I, the Human Emperor, suppress the ages. How dare the insignificant Giant Shark Clan ally with the Ancient Clan? A single palm annihilates them."

Rumble!

In an instant, heaven and earth suddenly became clear.

The originally pitch-black Giant Shark Clan army vanished like smoke, turning to ashes drifting between heaven and earth.

"How can this be?"

Shark God stared at the scene before him, utterly dumbfounded, as if he had seen a ghost.

This was a billions-strong Giant Shark Clan army, forming the Ten Thousand Sharks Formation with terrifying power—yet now it had been so easily suppressed by the other.

Lin Fan withdrew his hand, clasping it behind his back, then looked at Ling Wuwei.

"See? How was that?" Lin Fan asked calmly, appearing very nonchalant.

"Strong, too strong."

Ling Wuwei felt his breathing become difficult. Everything before him seemed too unreal, so fake it was almost maddening.

This billions-strong Giant Shark Clan army had been so effortlessly suppressed by the other.

Without even a chance to react.

This... this.

At this moment, not only Ling Wuwei was dumbfounded, but the several hundred Spirit Race members were also shocked. The junior sister who had been urging Ling Wuwei to leave now fell silent, her bright eyes nearly popping out.

Lin Fan looked at Ling Wuwei's shocked expression, feeling immense pride inside.

"Naturally, I am indeed very strong. These ants, why bother taking them to heart?" Lin Fan smiled faintly, the act of showing off refreshingly unconventional.

"Senior... no, Human Emperor, this junior..." Ling Wuwei snapped back to reality and hurriedly tried to introduce himself.

At this moment, Ling Wuwei's old face flushed red. Just now, he had been urging the senior to leave, thinking the senior was as weak as they were.

But who could have imagined the senior's strength was so great—so great it scared them shitless.

Lin Fan waved his hand, signaling for silence.

"You just watch from the side. I'll handle this matter."

Now, Lin Fan looked at Shark God and smiled faintly. "Shark God, if you have any other tricks, bring them out."

"I... I." Shark God looked at Lin Fan, his heart trembling with fear. But in an instant, his expression twisted into ferocity. "You bastard, you dare annihilate my Giant Shark Clan..."

"Wretch, shut up!"

Just then, the sea surface churned, and an old Giant Shark Clan member emerged from beneath the seabed.

"Human Emperor."

This old Giant Shark Clan member had a steady aura and was no ordinary being.

"Shark Ancestor." Shark God, seeing the newcomer, addressed him respectfully, his eyes full of reverence.

"Oh, an old one shows up. And what are you supposed to be?" Lin Fan asked.

"How dare you!" Shark God was enraged upon hearing the other call the ancestor 'what are you supposed to be.'

"Silence!" Shark Ancestor immediately rebuked, then looked at Lin Fan. "Human Emperor, I am the old ancestor of the Giant Shark Clan. Please show mercy and spare my clan's lives."

Shark Ancestor's aura was calm, but the presence he emitted made it impossible to underestimate him.

Especially for Ling Wuwei and the others, facing this aura felt like a mountain pressing down on them, making their breathing hurried.

"Shark Clan, right?" Lin Fan raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile.

"Indeed, it is I." Shark Ancestor was neither humble nor arrogant, but still respectful.

"You want me to spare your Giant Shark Clan? But what can you offer to buy your clan's lives?" Lin Fan asked playfully.

Shark Ancestor was taken aback, then said, "Whatever the Human Emperor proposes, my clan will do our utmost to satisfy."

"Alright then, give me a hundred trillion Sage Yang Pills." Lin Fan said with a smile.

"Ah!"

Shark Ancestor was stunned, then quickly said, "Human Emperor, a hundred trillion Sage Yang Pills is far too vast. My clan does not have them."

"Oh, you don't? Then there's no room for negotiation." Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, showing impatience.

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