CHAPTER 576: CHAPTER 0568: THE FALL OF THE IMMORTAL KING

The main character has appeared.

The arriving figure is definitely a powerhouse. If they aren’t, he would willingly crawl upside down.

Immediately after.

An elder emanating intense killing intent appeared, his expression calm without the slightest change. A moment later, as if a wisp of his soul had transformed into a ray of light, he swiftly flew into the dungeon.

A moment later.

The elder flew into a rage, his furious roar shaking the heavens, demonic qi surged skyward, and anyone who heard his wrath would surely be oppressed by this overwhelming aura.

"Damn you! You truly deserve death! You’ve dared to slay my Reincarnation Soul. Do you understand that you’re facing your doom?"

The enraged voice echoed through the Heavenly Vault, shaking mountains and forests. The structures of the Ten Thousand Soul Demon Sect could not withstand the impact, crumbling instantly. To this elder, his fury had already reached its peak.

Swish, swish!

The shockwaves swept across. Lin Fan stood proudly in the Void, his robes fluttering noisily in response.

"A powerhouse."

[Mo Wandao: Immortal Realm – Seventh Level of Immortal King Realm.]

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This is immense power—among Immortal King Realm powerhouses, he’s one of the very best. Otherwise, he wouldn’t exude such might; clearly, he’s edging toward the Immortal Emperor Realm.

What kind of force is the Ten Thousand Demon Hall?

To have such a gathering of powerhouses.

No...

Perhaps, it’s akin to the Ten Thousand Buddhist Temple that possesses the Demon Crossing Scripture—two extreme forces, naturally full of extraordinary leaders.

"Stop roaring and shouting. If killing is done, it’s done. You can’t make me resurrect it for you. Frankly speaking, if I were you, I’d seriously talk things over with my opponent, not bark aimlessly like a rabid dog."

Lin Fan sighed in relief—thankfully, he wasn’t dealing with an Immortal Emperor powerhouse. He really held a specific grudge toward such entities.

It felt as though everyone thought they could overpower him.

Mo Wandao was momentarily stunned after hearing Lin Fan’s words, clearly caught off-guard and astonished by such comments. He hadn’t anticipated that his opponent would dare say such audacious things.

Without uttering another wasteful word.

He abruptly flicked his arm, unleashing a streak of black light that tore through the Void, leaving behind a deep, pitch-black scar. Even a being of equivalent Immortal King power wouldn’t necessarily dare to confront such a demonic divine skill directly.

"Well done—how domineering!"

Lin Fan clenched his five fingers tightly, condensing a fist aura, and punched fiercely. With a resounding boom, his attack collided with the black light, erupting into dazzling radiance. In the blink of an eye, Lin Fan vanished from sight.

"Huh? Where?"

Mo Wandao realized his foe had disappeared without a trace. He employed Divine Sense to search for Lin Fan’s location. Soon enough, he noticed a figure swiftly maneuvering, freely leaping between dimensions in the Void at blinding speed.

"Hmph, do you think you can act lawlessly just because you have some power?"

"I’ve got you now."

Mo Wandao reached back with his hand to grab, and in that instant, his five fingers morphed into something grotesque—sinister and eerie, emitting an ominous aura. Without even touching Lin Fan, merely grasping at the Void began corroding the space around him.

A terrifying technique.

The demonic divine skill cultivated by a powerhouse—far more complex than imagined.

Bang!

Lin Fan thrust out his hand to grasp Mo Wandao’s mutated fingers, an act that Mo Wandao perceived as sheer audacity.

"Kid, how dare you confront my Curse Claw head-on? Just what kind of ability do you think you have?"

Mo Wandao laughed loudly, never expecting such blatant foolishness from his opponent. Immediately, his mana surged powerfully, transforming into a Mana Demon Dragon that aimed to crush Lin Fan.

In the blink of an eye.

Lin Fan’s body became engulfed in flames. To Mo Wandao, the fire initially seemed ordinary, but within moments, he realized that something was awry—the Curse Power began dissipating rapidly, and the flames even exhibited signs of counterattacking.

"Who the hell are you?" Mo Wandao asked in shock.

Lin Fan smirked, remaining silent. The flames surged higher, forming a sea of fire that instantly swallowed Mo Wandao. Agonized screams erupted.

The cries were heart-wrenching.

The pain was unbearable.

Boom!

Mo Wandao managed to distance himself from Lin Fan, struggling to extinguish the flames on his body. His Immortal King Body was reduced to mere bones—a pitiful sight.

"You actually command such flames, specifically capable of countering my Curse Power." Mo Wandao spoke coldly as he channeled his mana to regenerate the incinerated flesh.

"You’re a bit weak," Lin Fan stated plainly.

Mo Wandao’s eyes widened in disbelief. "What did you say?"

Then he burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"What a joke, an absolute joke."

"You kid dare call me weak? Very well, let me show you my most terrifying technique. Don’t regret it later."

Mo Wandao found Lin Fan’s comment amusing.

Perhaps no one had ever dared to say such a thing to him.

"Demon Path Forest!"

Mo Wandao roared.

Boundless demonic qi surged into the heavens, enveloping the entire world. If one were to describe changing day to night, this was it. The power of an Immortal King was not to be underestimated—a higher-level Immortal King’s comprehension carried unmatched might in every gesture.

Lin Fan observed the surroundings.

Maintaining a calm demeanor throughout.

Indeed, it was impressive—ordinary Immortal Kings facing such divine power would find it utterly overwhelming. To force a powerhouse from the Ten Thousand Demon Hall to this degree could only mean his opponent was resorting to their most formidable measures.

Black light enveloped the heavens, flickering ominously, obscuring everything. Then, faint wails echoed through the air—as if coming from ancient, anguished souls.

"Watch how I break this move of yours."

Lin Fan showed zero intention of taking his opponent seriously. With a wave of his hand, golden light pierced through the demonic divine skill that shrouded the Heavenly Vault. He summoned the Demon Crossing Scripture, golden texts descended from the sky, radiating brilliance.

The Demon Path Forest trembled visibly, showing signs of collapse.

"How is this possible? How do you know the Demon Crossing Scripture? Only that old relic from the Ten Thousand Buddhist Temple possesses it!"

Mo Wandao was utterly shaken. His expression shifted drastically to one of panic—as if he were facing the most terrifying event imaginable.

"The world is vast, full of wonders. Why care about the Demon Crossing Scripture? I loved the confidence on your face earlier; let’s see if you can keep it now."

Lin Fan slammed down his palm forcefully.

The overwhelming might emanating from the Demon Crossing Scripture descended mercilessly.

Breaking through the Demon Path Forest instantly.

Mo Wandao screamed in agony; the Demon Crossing Scripture suppressed him fiercely, exhibiting unparalleled suppressive power against his cultivated demonic divine skills. It was almost insurmountable.

Lin Fan stepped forward.

Vanishing instantly.

"Great Cutting Skill!"

A sharp flash split through the air, severing dimensions themselves. For Mo Wandao, it felt as though his connection to the power of the Dao had been severed by an enigmatic force.

"How could this be?"

Even now.

He still couldn’t believe what was happening.

"Ahhh!"

Limitless demonic qi erupted from his body, which immediately split into two halves.