"Sothing feels off."
Lin Fan focused his gaze. The aura emitted by the Immortal Emperor Futu was clearly different from before; it seed to have grown stronger.
He didn’t dare be careless.
Any Immortal Emperor was not to be underestimated, though Lin Fan’s respect was kept internal, while his outward behavior was laced with disdain, deliberately conveying indifference to pressure his opponent.
This invisible pressure aid to unsettle the adversary.
Whether it worked or not, Lin Fan didn’t care; he believed it did, and that was enough.
At that mont,
a majestic roar akin to the voice of the Great Dao reverberated across the heavens and earth.
"Futu Gate!"
Immortal Emperor Futu roared furiously, and an ancient portal, radiating a tiless aura, materialized behind him. The mont the stone gate appeared, the ground cracked, and the heavenly vault shattered, unable to withstand the devastating pressure emanating from the portal.
This portal could suppress eternity.
Lin Fan dared not take chances and imdiately summoned his supre treasures.
Currently, he had refined three mighty treasures: the World Suppressing Tripod, the Mixed Elent Golden Gourd, and the Eternal Divine Furnace.
The World Suppressing Tripod was a Tao Weapon, but due to damage, it had dropped to the level of an Emperor Weapon. Even so, its power was formidable—capable of leveling mountains, overturning oceans, and suppressing worlds.
The tripod hovered protectively over Lin Fan’s head.
He casually raised his hand and unleashed a divine skill. The Demon Crossing Scripture descended from the skies, akin to a Buddha reciting ultimate sutras—this Heavenly Dao Level Divine Power carried supre Dao intent, and the scripture enveloped the three treasures.
"Brat, die for ." Immortal Emperor Futu struck, his palm crashing down, and the Futu Gate bore down with overwhelming force. The ancient and mysterious aura fully unleashed its might, suffocating Lin Fan even before the portal reached him.
The Eternal Divine Furnace burst forth with radiant brilliance, rushing to collide with the Futu Gate.
"Overestimating yourself," scoffed Immortal Emperor Futu coldly. He didn’t regard Lin Fan seriously, not even when facing the Eternal Divine Furnace—a weapon forged by an Immortal Venerable. To the Futu Gate, it was destined to be pulverized.
BOOM!
In the instant of collision,
Lin Fan felt an overwhelming force transmitted through the clash. The Eternal Divine Furnace was utterly unmatched against the Futu Gate. The portal embodied the will of an Immortal Emperor, a manifestation of understanding the Great Dao and unlocking the arcane gate—sothing Lin Fan could scarcely comprehend at his current level.
The Eternal Divine Furnace struggled against the Futu Gate,
yet ultimately began to fall into a disadvantage.
"World Suppressing Tripod, Mixed Elent Golden Gourd."
Lin Fan wielded two supre treasures, hurling them rcilessly toward the Futu Gate. The two treasures erupted with boundless radiance.
BOOM!
Another collision followed.
The heavens quaked.
All things suffered devastation.
The surrounding land of ten thousand miles turned into a zone of absolute destruction.
The prodigies in the vicinity were fleeing in terror, yet no matter how far they ran, the monstrous impact trailing behind them left their faces pale with dread. They were genuinely frightened.
Never had they imagined witnessing such calamity.
They had nothing to do with this!
rely being too close ant getting caught in the aftermath. Look at the unfortunate prodigies who perished—they were innocent bystanders, just spectating, when chaos erupted. Immortal Emperor Futu went too far, didn’t he?
Why not issue a warning?
Like: "Lin Fan possesses the power of an Immortal Emperor. A battle is imminent, and if you’re too close, you might not survive. So hurry up and leave."
If only he said sothing like that,
there wouldn’t have been so many casualties among the prodigies.
So of the prodigies glanced back, but dared not look again, fearing the trauma would scar their hearts.
...
"Is the Futu Gate truly this strong?"
Lin Fan activated his surging mana and found himself struggling against the pressure. This was intolerable to him; damned Immortal Emperor, you truly have tricks up your sleeve. When you unleash your full might, you are indeed troubleso to deal with.
After a mont’s thought,
he decided this couldn’t go on.
The Mouse Emperor Immortal had gifted him so many Emperor Weapons, and keeping them was pointless—they might as well be used now. Though so were damaged, as long as they still worked, that was enough.
Suddenly,
two broken Emperor Weapons surged forward.
"Explode for !"
The Emperor Weapons flew near the Futu Gate, and under Lin Fan’s control, they instantly disintegrated. BOOM! The trendous explosion echoed through the heavens. The void was outright obliterated, chaotic currents spilled out, storms gathered—this realm was now a wasteland of ruin. Lesser Immortals couldn’t even move in this space.
Blowing up the Emperor Weapons.
Anyone who witnessed it would feel an unbearable ache in their hearts.
Even Immortal Emperor Futu hadn’t expected Lin Fan to detonate Emperor Weapons. Even for masters of the Immortal Emperor Level, such sacrifices were rare.
This extre thod proved effective.
The Futu Gate trembled.
It was clear it had been impacted.
Lin Fan recalled his supre treasures, then once more unleashed three Emperor Weapons. With a sharp sound, they landed before the Futu Gate—and imdiately self-destructed.
The might of these explosions was overwhelming. The void in this zone turned chaotic. If detonated above an ancient Sacred Land, it could obliterate the Sacred Land entirely.
Such destructive power was monuntal.
"Madman." Immortal Emperor Futu roared as the Futu Gate began to disintegrate. The repeated detonations of Emperor Weapons had ultimately subjected it to fatal blows.
"The real madness is yet to co."
Lin Fan took a step forward. Endless divine skills condensed behind him—all the strongest Divine Passage Fruits he had cultivated, painstakingly refined to their ultimate pinnacle, touching the essence of the Dao.
He had used this technique once before.
He combined all his cultivated Divine Passage Fruits, rging them into a single transcendent strike capable of piercing the heavens.
"Demon Path Forest!"
"Chaotic Earthly Burial!"
"Reverse Yin Yang Qian Kun Skill!"
...
One divine skill after another was unleashed, draining imnse mana, a depth no ordinary person could sustain.
If not for his unparalleled mana reserves,
he wouldn’t be able to perfectly unleash the full might of these Divine Passage Fruits.
"Such terrifying power!"
Immortal Emperor Futu’s expression turned grim. Burning his essence blood, he transford it into raging fiery flas, stabilizing the Futu Gate and preparing for a final strike against Lin Fan.
"Brat, I admit you’re strong, but this is your end. You will vanish completely from the Immortal Realm. I will seize your Divine Soul and refine it within the Futu Tower, forever bound as my evil dog."
Everything here,
had stirred the immortal emperor’s anger.
"Haha." Lin Fan laughed. "Immortal Emperor Futu, you’d better cherish your final monts. I told you—you would be the first Immortal Emperor I kill. Your struggle doesn’t prove your strength; it proves I can defeat you."
"Arrogance!" Immortal Emperor Futu noticed Lin Fan’s aura growing increasingly terrifying, even unsettling to himself.
Lin Fan stood tall in the void. When the final Divine Passage Fruit materialized,
he clenched his fingers into a fist.
"This punch lacks a na, but it’s my strongest one yet. It can kill an Immortal Emperor."
"Here it cos."
As his words fell,
Lin Fan threw his punch. Though seemingly unremarkable, it caused all things to dim—the flow of ti, light, and space appeared to freeze.
Immortal Emperor Futu’s pupils shrank violently.
He saw a scene that left him utterly astonished.
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