Accidentally invincible!

What truly concerned Lin Fan weren't the Demon Ancestor and the others, but those several mysterious elders who had remained composed and silent from beginning to end.

Gazing around.

The downfall of each powerhouse was taken in fully.

Impressive!

A few among them were even more terrifying than the Demon Ancestor.

Even their names carried an oppressive dominance, evoking an aura of infernal flames shaking the heavens, as if vying to be on par with the skies themselves.

Lin Fan focused his mind, holding an Immortal Treasure in his left hand and condensing Divine Skills in his right. These individuals weren't simple. Later, he planned to close his eyes and strike randomly. Forget about caution—he'd just fight.

The requirements weren't high.

Killing three or four top powerhouses would suffice.

Seeing them explode and drop their treasures, especially their underpants, would fill his heart with satisfaction.

In an instant,

the heavens and earth trembled, brilliant lights flashed, and countless types of mana clashed, creating an intense conflict.

The Demon Ancestor's robes fluttered as mana enveloped his entire body. He unleashed a powerful Great Divine Power from the Demon Path, and pitch-black radiance coiled around him, resembling a roaring black mana dragon.

"Die!"

As his Divine Skill reached its peak, the Demon Ancestor struck decisively without holding back.

The Old Heavenly Corpse Demon howled toward the heavens and earth, the coffin beneath his feet radiating thick corpse qi. This corpse qi seemed to connect to the very source of decay, gathering at his fingertips as he pointed, targeting Lin Fan.

Several other powerful figures also trained their gazes on Lin Fan.

The concentrated fusion of various ultimate powers was enough to tear through the Heavenly Vault. Any ordinary True Immortal powerhouse facing such an onslaught would undoubtedly be torn to shreds.

"Come at me then!"

Lin Fan sighed deeply. Unknowingly, he had grown to this point and had offended so many powerhouses from the Demon Path and Demon Clan. In the past, the very idea would have been unimaginable. But so what if it was real now? Even if it was overwhelmingly challenging, he felt no fear.

He moved. His punches flew forward, each tracing an unpredictable trajectory. Yet as his fists traveled through the air, a profound aura began to gather. At this point, he had no choice but to unleash his strongest abilities.

An indescribable feeling, one rarely comprehended, surged within him.

One punch silently entered the Void, without a single ripple or fluctuation.

Then another punch was thrown forward.

There was no expected sensation of explosive force.

For any mortal witnessing this, they would likely ridicule him, saying, "What kind of punches are you throwing? They seem soft and weak, not even as forceful as those thrown by a three-year-old in my family."

But for the Demon Ancestor and the others, the situation was completely different.

"Be careful!"

The Demon Ancestor warned everyone.

Just moments ago, he had sensed a fearsome aura piercing through the Void before vanishing mysteriously. It was undetectable but undeniably real.

And in that very instant,

an increasingly potent stream of fist intent surged forth, colliding with their Divine Skills, generating a terrifying shockwave.

In the distance, Long Shangpo's face displayed astonishment.

What a remarkable young man.

If her eyes hadn't failed her, this was the embodiment of 'Dao,' comprehended by honing a Great Divine Power to its pinnacle state. Any Great Divine Power bore the essence of 'Dao,' for such techniques weren't something one could simply create. Some had mysterious origins, and only through perfect mastery could one barely touch the edges of 'Dao.'

This surpassed the terror of even the Immortal Dao Laws.

Not every prodigy could realize this, but those who did were utterly unique in the world.

The Divine Skills unleashed by the Demon Ancestor and the others were obliterated. For the Demon Ancestor, a force he couldn't possibly contend with struck against him. He summoned a Dao Artifact to defend himself, but his expression drastically shifted as if an enormous mountain had violently crashed into him.

His blood churned, his mana became chaotic, and he staggered backward several steps before employing a force-dissipating technique to redirect the overwhelming power elsewhere.

Boom!

Far away, a continuous mountain range crumbled into oblivion, vanishing between the heavens and earth.

Suddenly,

a sense of imminent danger rose within him.

Lin Fan swung his Mixed Element Golden Gourd to the side. A fearsome powerhouse released a horrifying Divine Skill, and his Sky-covering Giant Hand crashed into the Mixed Element Golden Gourd. With a cracking sound, the giant hand shattered, but the force transmitted to Lin Fan reverberated through his body.

His body jolted as his internal energy roiled. How could the mighty Ancestor Dragon Floating Body be so easily overwhelmed? It pulverized the invading force entirely.

Many powerhouses revealed expressions of disbelief.

They hadn't expected this young man's strength to be so dreadful.

Even with the aid of an Immortal Treasure, it was highly unlikely to withstand such fierceness from a combined attack of such caliber.

Meanwhile, Te Snake and Ao Wudi were enduring equally intense pressure, possibly even greater. They possessed neither Immortal Treasures nor Dao Artifacts, relying solely on their innate abilities.

If their mana weren't dense and robust, they might already have been defeated in such a situation.

Te Snake spat out venomous fire. Even a Dao Artifact struck by this fire would succumb to corrosion, suffering severe damage. A cultivator touched by the venomous flames would find their Mana Shield corroded, and soon the flames would consume their flesh.

At that point, extinguishing the flames would be nearly impossible.

Ao Wudi, as an emperor of the Sky Dragon Clan, possessed noble blood and immense power. Despite being besieged by Dao Artifacts, he displayed no panic. Each of his punches collided with these Dao Artifacts, often forcing them into disadvantageous positions.

"You little brats, if there weren't so many of you, I'd have smashed you to pieces ages ago."

"Bah~tui! Look at all of you—nothing but trash!"

Though Ao Wudi spoke boldly, deep inside, he was cursing profusely. Damn it! These people were utterly merciless. He had stayed out of the fray for so long, secluded in the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land.

Normally, he would just perch above the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land, doing nothing.

Was it really necessary to be this unfriendly?

Fortunately, his millennia of cultivation hadn't been in vain. Borrowing the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land's fortune for training was even more domineering than his personal efforts, granting him extraordinary luck. He was confident that he wouldn't die here.

Suddenly,

in the distant sky, an elder coldly observed everything. The Void before him subtly vibrated, as if he were preparing a devastating attack.

Ao Wudi had a keen sense for danger.

He felt threatened.

Someone intended to strike him down—a force more horrifying than the powerhouses besieging him.

Searching everywhere, Ao Wudi couldn't pinpoint the source of this threat.

"Not good. If even I feel endangered, this opponent must be far from ordinary. What should I do?"

Ao Wudi's heart quivered, sensing a foreboding omen. Yet, there was nothing he could do. If not for the interference of these people, he would've identified the source of the danger easily.

And judging by his intuition,

this threat lurked in some shadowy corner.

The elder sneered. "An emperor of the Sky Dragon Clan—once slain, his blood, tendons, skin, and bones will make excellent materials for Artifact Refining. With fortune augmenting them, the crafted Dao Artifact would undoubtedly be top-tier. With specific techniques, it might even become a Fake Immortal Treasure."

Gradually,

a faint speck of light, invisible to the naked eye, began to take shape.

When the tiny point of light struck, it would pierce Ao Wudi's body, exterminating his life force without leaving a trace, ensuring his demise without the chance for resistance.

"Go."

A flick of the elder's finger sent the light precisely into motion.

"Not good."

Ao Wudi's hair stood on end—danger was approaching.

At that very moment,

the Heavenly Vault trembled.

The elder was startled. Suddenly, he sensed danger himself. Twisting his head, he saw a dark shadow rushing toward him with overwhelming power, leaving no room to block or parry.

Bang!

The elder was grasped, a continuous stream of miserable cries escaping his lips.

"Hmph! A reckless Human Clan cultivator!" A massive figure appeared, pinning the elder in its hand. No matter how he struggled, escape was impossible.

The speck of light aimed at Ao Wudi suddenly lost control and dissipated into nothingness.

The crowd was astonished.

This aura was terrifying.

Where had this powerhouse come from?

Seeing the newcomer, Ao Wudi broke into a delighted smile. "Brother Xiong! I've been waiting for you."

"Hahaha, don't fret, my friend. I've been hiding in the shadows all this time, waiting to identify those who would endanger you. Once found, I crushed them with my thunderous methods. These deceitful Human Clan cultivators are truly despicable—so skilled yet resorting to sneak attacks." Brother Xiong laughed heartily. When he noticed the captured elder struggling to break free, he released his grip momentarily before delivering a devastating punch that smashed into the elder's body.

Boom!

The elder collapsed, vomiting fresh blood, his eyes filled with fear and disbelief. Where had this monstrous creature emerged from?

As far as he knew, fearsome beings like this were always solitary.

"Brother Xiong, truly impressive."

Lin Fan, wielding the Hell Spear, punctured a powerhouse's chest. He was just about to finish him off when someone intervened, leaving Lin Fan a bit displeased. But seeing Brother Xiong's appearance, a genuine smile spread across his face. With this additional ally, victory seemed firmly within their grasp.

Brother Xiong laughed uproariously. "Hahaha, it's nothing, just a minor technique. Friend Lin, I see your mana has grown even more profound. Congratulations!"

The sudden arrival of such a terrifying ally left the powerhouses exchanging uneasy glances. Yet, it did not diminish their determination to obtain the Divine Medicine.

They had come with such formidable force—how could they fail to claim it?

Brother Xiong's voice boomed across the Forbidden Land. "You all should not have come here! This place isn't for the likes of you. If you don't want to trigger unimaginable consequences, then get the hell out—"

Lin Fan sighed. Brother Xiong, as expected, remained true to his nature. Telling people to leave so forcefully—it wasn't going to work. If he had chosen his words carefully, perhaps these powerhouses would find an excuse to back down gracefully. Maybe they'd mutter a few polite words and slink away.

But now...

That wasn't happening.

Speaking so boldly,

no one was going to listen.

They would certainly fight to the bitter end.

Indeed.

What greeted Brother Xiong were not responses but a barrage of Great Divine Powers crashing toward him.

"You're asking for it!"

Brother Xiong roared furiously. He had made everything crystal clear, yet they refused to listen. An open invitation to death!

Lin Fan interjected, "No point in talking anymore. The only way to end this is to kill them all."

"Kill—"

His gaze locked onto the powerhouse he had just speared through. Though saved earlier, this was their weakest moment. Without hesitation, ignoring the attacks of the surrounding enemies, Lin Fan charged for the kill.

"Help me! Protect me—"

The injured powerhouse panicked, inwardly cursing. Damn it! So many people, yet you still come viciously after me? Do I look easy to bully?

But deep down, he knew.

At this moment, he was indeed easy prey. Without protection, survival was impossible.

Several powerhouses attacked fiercely, attempting to force Lin Fan back.

However, Lin Fan, with the Hell Spear in hand, descended from the skies. He ignored the incoming attacks, allowing the surrounding Golden River Water barrier to break. His body withstood everything—even when Dao Artifacts struck him head-on, it didn't matter.

It merely stung a bit more.

What mattered was killing his target.

Looting treasures.

"I'll be taking your stuff now." Lin Fan swung his arm, bringing the spear down hard.

With a wet squelch—

he drove the spear straight through the powerhouse's head, pinning him firmly to the ground.

This battle,

had claimed its first powerhouse.

A great omen.