"Hmm?"
A voice filled with surprise rang out.
The unknown powerful entity who sent his divine sense from across the void to kill was astonished at the strength of his foe, capable of not only remaining unaffected but also confronting his attack head-on under his unparalleled divine sense.
Indeed, it was difficult to fathom.
Lin Fan floated within the void, gazing at the whirlpool of divine sense erging before him. He asked, "Are you soone from the Ten Thousand Demon Hall?"
Just as the words fell.
A sound akin to the roaring of a Demon God echoed from the void whirlpool, its shockwaves magnificent, imbued with a trace of the Immortal Dao Law. The aura felt familiar but was far weaker than anything he’d encountered before.
Immortal Emperor Realm?
Probably not.
But it was stronger than an Immortal King, and this Immortal Dao Law was not sothing an Immortal King could comprehend.
The soundwaves enveloped the heavens and earth, causing the space to shake as though wave upon wave was rippling outward. Yet Lin Fan stood there, completely impervious, as each wave struck, a radiant light from his body flickered, nullifying the seemingly terrifying soundwaves.
"I asked you a question. Could it be that you don’t even dare reveal your identity and origins?" Lin Fan queried again.
Monts passed.
"Hmph!"
A heavy snort of anger reverberated, causing cracks to appear in the void; the surrounding skies seed to teeter on the edge of apocalypse as various catastrophic storms surged forth.
As the apocalyptic tempest approached Lin Fan, he effortlessly dissipated it with a single palm strike, rendering it powerless.
"So, it’s you—the sinner who practices the Forbidden System of the Immortal Realm. The Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect originates from the Ten Thousand Demon Hall, and the Reincarnation Soul is my Immortal Treasure Embryo. Yet you dared to destroy it! I will capture you and make you understand the price of your actions!"
The expert from the Ten Thousand Demon Hall exclaid in stunned disbelief.
Lin Fan ticulously felt the other party’s aura, sensing its mysterious nature, before laughing aloud, "So that’s how it is. I had anticipated the arrival of an Immortal Emperor expert, and for a mont, I was even slightly excited. But to my disappointnt, you’re rely a Fake Immortal Emperor."
"If you had co in your true form, you might’ve been worthy of so play. But now, choosing to rely on your divine sense to kill from thousands of miles away—you don’t think that’s exceptionally foolish of you?"
How pitiful.
If the other party had arrived in person, Lin Fan would have gladly exchanged blows to see if killing a Fake Immortal Emperor was feasible. However, he was quite curious about how such a Fake Immortal Emperor even ca to exist.
One either becos an Immortal Emperor or remains an Immortal King.
Where do Fake Immortal Emperors co from?
Could it be... that the Ten Thousand Demon Hall possesses so sinister divine skill that absorbs the essence of Immortal Emperors, enhancing their own power? But since it’s not cultivated through personal path enlightennt, this leads to the creation of Fake Immortal Emperors.
Hmm!
The thought seed plausible.
"Insolence!"
The Ten Thousand Demon Hall’s Fake Immortal Emperor was enraged. His divine sense surged as the void whirlpool suddenly condensed into a gargantuan black hand. Its imnse size blotted out the heavens and the sun, the convoluted lines of its palm resembling faint ridges and valleys. Imdiately, the hand reached out to grab Lin Fan.
The Fake Immortal Emperor’s Law coiled around the giant hand.
The overwhelming power was terrifying. The spectacle appeared as though Hell itself was descending from the skies; the tips of the fingers carried black flas so fearso that no ordinary Immortal could endure.
Too formidable.
Absolutely unstoppable.
Yet to Lin Fan, despite its outward intensity, it was nothing significant, utterly unworthy of his concern.
"I’ve already said—co in person then perhaps we can truly battle. Right now, though, you’re simply not qualified."
Lin Fan took a step forward, causing the void beneath him to tremble violently. He then hurled a palm strike toward the Heavenly Vault. His boundless mana surged like a mythical dragon roaring forth and, in a blink, collided with the enormous hand.
Boom!
Heaven and Earth shook.
Mountains rumbled as the earth quaked.
Crack!
The colossal hand shattered, incapable of resisting even a shred of the counterattack.
Lin Fan stood loftily, gazing at the void whirlpool. To him, everything was straightforward, presenting no difficulty nor challenge. The Fake Immortal Emperor was simply deluded.
Did he really believe that sending divine sense through the void would suffice to kill him?
What a fanciful dream.
"What?"
The Fake Immortal Emperor witnessed the scene unfold, his expression changing drastically, as though he’d seen a ghost. With his current realm, even if divine sense was sent across countless miles to kill, an Immortal King shouldn’t be able to withstand it. But the opponent, clearly just an Immortal King Realm expert, completely blocked his killing blow—a feat so improbable it bordered on insanity.
Shortly thereafter.
He understood one thing: based on the aura emanating from his foe, Lin Fan’s strength was overwhelming, far beyond anything he had initially presud.
"You just wait! You who cultivate the Forbidden System of the Immortal Realm will face unimaginable horrors!"
The Fake Immortal Emperor of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall tried to withdraw his divine sense.
"Trying to flee?"
Lin Fan instantly discerned his intentions, but how could he allow such an escape to happen? Even without the opponent’s physical presence, divine sense alone sufficed as grounds to pursue and obliterate him.
Lin Fan’s divine sense surged violently.
A divine sense tempest ford in an instant, trailing after the Fake Immortal Emperor’s escaping thought.
"Die!"
Though countless miles separated them, Lin Fan’s divine sense unleashed its most potent attack, determined to kill relentlessly. If the other dared to expose himself, Lin Fan couldn’t be blad for dealing the fiercest blow.
In a flash.
The void whirlpool quaked with violence, the clash between their divine senses thunderous. The Fake Immortal Emperor, clearly no beginner, upon realizing the grave predicant, unleashed an unknown technique—compressing the void whirlpool while unleashing an imnse power to eject Lin Fan’s divine sense.
"Hmm?"
Lin Fan’s brows rose in slight surprise.
"Didn’t expect you’d have another trick. It seems I underestimated you."
Given his current strength, the vast distance made outright killing the opponent unlikely. Yet injuring him severely remained well within reason.
Soon after.
The aura of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall’s Fake Immortal Emperor faded completely; his divine sense had vanished altogether, evidently escaping via the compressed void whirlpool.
"Ridiculous. With strength like that, you’re bold enough to provoke ?" Lin Fan muttered as he glanced at the void, as if probing through its depths. If the opponent’s true form had co, Lin Fan would have ensured he left it here.
Sealing the vicinity, he might even have lucked out with valuable loot.
Ten Thousand Demon Hall.
"Ugh!"
Within a secluded cultivation site, a figure sat cross-legged. Suddenly, the surrounding void rippled gently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood splattered onto the ground, hissing upon contact, corroding the surface.
"Damn that wretched thing, he actually injured ."
He roared with rage.
If Lin Fan had lain before him, defenseless, there would have been no hesitation; his wrath would’ve torn Lin Fan asunder, heart and soul, to purge this overwhelming hatred.
"That brat’s strength is terrifying—an Immortal King Realm, yet leagues beyond an ordinary Immortal King."
"I must alert others about this imdiately."
He brooded briefly.
Then vanished from the cultivation site.
Whether out of self-preservation or to preemptively prevent Lin Fan’s full rise to power.
His resolve was clear—Lin Fan needed to be eradicated as soon as possible.
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