CHAPTER 572: CHAPTER 0564: SOMETHING FEELS OFF

Ever since his fight with the four Immortal Emperors,

he clearly understood that his strength was somewhat lacking. So he was desperate to improve, proactively looking to seek revenge on the four Immortal Emperors and slam them hard into the ground for a good beating.

To be honest,

attacking others to force them to drop items was a troublesome thing. He wasn’t some bloodthirsty maniac hacking everyone he saw—there needed to be a reason, a justified purpose.

And now,

the reason was standing right in front of him.

A few bigwigs from the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect wanted to attack him, and he could only defend himself and fight back. Besides, these guys were terrifying figures from a Demon Sect and had certainly done plenty of wicked deeds.

As a member of the righteous Immortal Dao, how could he turn a blind eye to this kind of situation?

The righteous path must be upheld.

The demon cultivator elder sneered as he looked at Lin Fan. He wasn’t panicking at all—after all, the Sect Leader and his senior brothers were all here. No matter how strong Lin Fan was, there was no escaping death at the right moment.

At this moment,

a sect elder instantly appeared in front of Lin Fan, his five fingers spread wide as he clawed at Lin Fan’s head. His hand radiated a holy light, resembling a massive Buddha’s hand, enveloping Lin Fan entirely.

With this strike, the elder unleashed absolute power intending to suppress Lin Fan entirely.

A surging force erupted like a tidal wave.

The imposing aura it created was shockingly overwhelming.

Boom!

And just then, the unbelievable happened. Lin Fan raised his hand and threw a punch straight into the elder’s abdomen. The force of the punch was massive and terrifying.

As the punch landed, a shockwave tore through the elder’s abdomen, creating a white wave of energy that swept into the distance. The raw power cracked the earth and formed a deep abyssal rift.

"That was kind of weak."

The elder’s eyes widened, brimming with disbelief as if he had seen a ghost. His knees slowly bent, and then he collapsed to the ground with a loud thud, devoid of any sense or awareness.

One-hit kill.

"What?"

"How could this happen?"

"How did Junior Brother Liu lose so quickly?"

It all happened too fast. In the blink of an eye—quicker than anyone had the time to react.

At first, the demon cultivator elder was overjoyed. After all, the Sect Leader and senior brothers were all here; what storm could Lin Fan possibly stir up? But upon witnessing Junior Brother Liu being taken down in a single move, he suddenly felt a strange sense of impending danger looming over him.

It was as if something truly horrifying was about to unfold.

"You..."

They stared in shock at Lin Fan, but before they could process it, Lin Fan disappeared from his original spot and instantly reappeared right in front of them.

The Sect Leader stood frozen, watching as his comrades were smashed apart one after another with ease. His mind was on the verge of collapse. He wanted to move, but for some reason, it was as if he was pinned in place by an invisible force.

He couldn’t move an inch.

The strange sensation left him feeling utterly hopeless.

Swish!

Lin Fan appeared before the Sect Leader, locking eyes with him. "I have to say, you guys are disappointingly weak. If I could, I’d prefer it if you were a little stronger."

The Sect Leader looked at the fallen comrades on the ground and then gravely looked at Lin Fan. He was getting a bad feeling about this.

At this point,

his mind raced.

He hid his hand behind his back, gathering mana, while fake-smiling at Lin Fan. "I think this is all a misunderstanding between us, don’t you agree?"

Yeah,

definitely a misunderstanding.

Lin Fan smiled and said, "What kind of misunderstanding could there possibly be between us?"

"It’s just..." The Sect Leader tried to explain, but then his expression twisted, and he roared in fury, "DIE!"

"Sealing Immortal Finger!"

The Sect Leader thrust his finger toward Lin Fan, releasing a radiant light imbued with a sealing energy. It was a formidable Divine Skill—if successfully landed, it could seal the target’s mana, leaving them utterly powerless.

Lin Fan raised his hand and directly caught the Sect Leader’s finger.

Then...

There came a cracking sound.

"Aaghh..."

Pain.

It really hurt.

Lin Fan held onto the Sect Leader’s finger, applying pressure, "What is this move called again?"

"I didn’t mean anything by it." The Sect Leader grimaced through the agony, almost kneeling before Lin Fan.

"I know you didn’t, but I’m just curious—what’s the name of this technique?" Lin Fan asked with a grin.

"Sealing Immortal Finger. It’s... just a greeting technique," the Sect Leader replied, forcing a smile.

Snap!

Lin Fan casually applied more strength and snapped the Sect Leader’s finger. The Sect Leader’s face twisted in pain as he quickly retreated, channeling mana to regrow the broken finger.

He now realized—Lin Fan’s strength was anything but ordinary.

Was cultivating the Forbidden System of the Immortal Realm really this terrifying?

"Friend, it’s all a misunderstanding. I have nothing but disdain for the so-called Forbidden System. Anyone can see you’ve been framed. All paths lead to the Dao; I fully support your cultivation of this system—it absolutely carries no other implications."

The Sect Leader was someone who knew when to yield and when to stand firm.

After a brief exchange, he understood just how powerful Lin Fan was. On the surface, Lin Fan seemed to be at the Immortal Monarch Realm, but the strength he was unleashing was anything but.

This was absurd.

What kind of monster was he?

Lin Fan smiled, reached out, and grabbed for the Sect Leader. At this point, there was no point in wasting words—he might as well strike decisively and end it in one clean move.

The Sect Leader retaliated, his dense mana surging into a ferocious offensive aimed at crushing Lin Fan.

"No..."

The Sect Leader roared in panic. The overwhelming might of Lin Fan’s aura completely suppressed his mana.

Lin Fan dragged them all into the Universe Tripod, suppressing them entirely.

Four elders, one Sect Leader.

Not bad at all.

He looked into the distance. No one seemed to have noticed what had happened here. Even if someone had, they would simply think it was just another bout of spell dueling. After all, this was the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect—dueling was an everyday occurrence and didn’t warrant much attention.

"Next up is the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect itself."

Lin Fan made no effort to hide and walked straight toward the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect.

As he passed some disciples, he waited—maybe one of them would suddenly laugh maniacally and launch an attack at him. But the scenario he hoped for didn’t happen.

Those disciples acted as if they hadn’t seen him at all.

At most, they’d glance at him briefly and then scurry away.

"Hmm, didn’t they say they all knew who I was?"

Lin Fan pondered. Clearly, his entrance wasn’t impactful enough. He then roared:

"Lin Fan, cultivator of the Forbidden System of the Immortal Realm, is here!"

He directly announced his presence, waiting for someone to make a move.

One disciple passing by stopped, looked curiously at Lin Fan, then cupped his fists and said, "Ah, Fellow Daoist Lin, I’ve heard so much about you."

Then the disciple smiled warmly and walked away.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Lin Fan felt like something was off.

Damn it.

He’d already declared his identity, yet no one seemed to care. This wasn’t normal.

He wandered around the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect. To be honest, he felt disappointed. The people he encountered either acted like they didn’t see him or greeted him with a smile before ignoring him.

It left him at a loss for how to proceed.