CHAPTER 586: CHAPTER 0578: THE TOUGH FISHING

Zuo Xian’s most unforgettable figure in this life is Lin Fan.

He was forced into seclusion.

Just to improve his strength, so he could defeat his opponent.

Thus, when Lin Fan spoke, he realized the voice was very familiar, resembling Lin Fan’s voice. Even though he couldn’t see the face, he had the confidence to believe this must be the person he was looking for.

However, he didn’t expose him.

He simply wanted to see what the other party intended to do.

He was aware of Lin Fan’s precarious situation. The Immortal Realm’s Immortal Emperors were all hunting him. The moment he appeared, he would be pursued by the Immortal Realm’s forces. Having spent some time with Lin Fan in the past, he understood this man’s temperament—Lin Fan would never act rashly without good odds.

Could it be that he now had enough strength to challenge the Immortal Emperor?

"Impossible."

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Zuo Xian dismissed it. Back then, their strengths were roughly similar—how could he possibly progress to such a level? That was something he could never believe.

The Heavenly Court Young Emperor had much less interaction with Lin Fan compared to Zuo Xian and wasn’t as familiar with him. However, his voice remained etched in his memory.

On the arena.

Saint Fu, with absolute strength, annihilated and rolled over several formidable opponents. His immense mana overwhelmed many, leaving them no choice but to begrudgingly accept defeat.

Lin Fan’s arrogance enraged Saint Fu.

"Well, aren’t you bold? No one has ever dared to act so brazenly before me. I won’t bother remembering your name. Soon enough, you’ll understand just how vast the gap is between us."

Saint Fu gazed coldly at Lin Fan, his eyes gleaming with light that seemed to birth an astounding aura, causing the surrounding space to distort bit by bit.

Immortal Ling immediately recognized the person appearing on the arena—it was Lin Daoist, who had suddenly shown up earlier. She couldn’t believe that Lin Daoist, who was deeply hunted by the Immortal Realm, had truly revealed himself.

"What exactly is he thinking?"

Immortal Ling was filled with curiosity.

An elder beside her spoke softly, "Miss, no matter what happens later, we must not get involved."

"Yes, understood." Immortal Ling nodded.

She knew that getting involved could lead to a significant disaster for them.

The crowd around them was full of curiosity about Lin Fan’s identity.

At the same time, many believed this man had gone mad in his desperation for fame.

But Saint Fu’s power...

Even the recently undefeated War King had fallen.

What qualifications did Lin Fan have to act so insolent?

The War King listened to Wang Jun’s flattery, watching with curiosity himself. Though he felt some resentment after his defeat, he was aware of Saint Fu’s strength and didn’t overthink it.

However, he wasn’t willing to admit his inferiority so quickly.

The path of cultivation is long.

The true victor is the one who lasts till the end.

Even if you’re mighty now, so what? Better hope I don’t catch up—otherwise, the one standing here showing off would be me.

But the War King couldn’t deny a strange sense of familiarity with that figure.

A stirring in his soul.

At this point.

Saint Fu stood with hands behind his back, dismissively saying, "Since you’re bold enough to challenge me, I’ll allow you to make the first move. Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance."

Some people, when they like to brag, will make sure to do so wherever they are, in any situation.

Lin Fan laughed, "Let’s have you strike first instead. I’m afraid if I make the first move, you’ll end up flat on the ground. Losing so miserably wouldn’t be a good look for you."

"Hmm?" Saint Fu was furious. Such conceit! He’d never encountered anyone so arrogant. With a mere flicker of anger, an invisible shockwave swept outward, rustling Lin Fan’s garments.

"Fine! Since you seek death, I’ll grant it!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

Saint Fu let out a low roar, a radiant glow erupting behind him. The light seemed to possess sentience, transforming into countless rosy clouds immortal swords that rained down across the sky.

The crowd marveled.

Saint Fu’s techniques were astonishing.

He had successfully mastered this Divine Skill, one of his signature moves. Cultivating this technique required innate rosy vapor to forge immensely sharp sword intent.

Even the War King had fallen to this move.

The sword intent was incredibly powerful, piercing the Void and shattering his Immortal Gang. If not for War King possessing a top-tier Immortal Body, he would’ve been severely injured.

"This Divine Skill isn’t bad at all."

Lin Fan praised as he stretched his five fingers outward, pressing gently toward Saint Fu. Instantly, a massive palm formed in the Heavenly Vault, ruthlessly tearing through the Void as it descended slowly.

"Petty tricks! Watch as I destroy your hand!" Saint Fu roared, flicking his fingers. The rosy clouds immortal swords surged forward, aiming to shred the descending palm and vanish it entirely from existence.

But then, unexpectedly.

Something unimaginable happened.

Thousands of rosy clouds immortal swords were suddenly crushed by the giant palm, shattering instantly into points of starlight that dissipated into the heavens and earth.

"Impossible."

Saint Fu shouted in disbelief, yet his cries ultimately fell on deaf ears. Soon, he felt an overwhelming force pressing down on him relentlessly.

"I will not lose."

"Witness my Divine Skill!"

He roared, preparing to unleash another technique to counter it.

Bang!

But the difference in strength between him and Lin Fan was too vast. His body was instantly pinned to the ground, unable to move so much as a finger.

The surrounding crowd stared dumbfounded at the scene before them.

They were all hailed as prodigies of the Immortal Realm, believing that only the older generation could suppress them. None imagined they’d face such crushing defeat from someone like Lin Fan.

And of course.

Even the older generation wouldn’t easily confront them. Each of them carried status and backing—who didn’t have some position or protector?

Regrettably.

Saint Fu had encountered a young man who could punch prodigies and kick the older generation’s strongest—a total freak.

"Ah!"

"Prodigies are impressive; their strength is quite formidable."

Lin Fan wasn’t one to go overboard. After subduing Saint Fu, he complimented him—to not only appear congenial but also bolster his own presence.

The nearby prodigies could hardly process what they’d just witnessed.

War King abruptly stood up in extreme disbelief.

Who was he?

Why was he so terrifying?

"He’s grown stronger." Zuo Xian furrowed his brows tightly, his previously steady hands trembling lightly—not from excitement but from fear. How could the gap be this immense?

Zuo Xian had emerged from seclusion eager and confident, yet that confidence was swiftly crushed. Truthfully, he couldn’t bear the blow.

The elderly host of the Hundred Talents Grand Event spoke solemnly, "Sir, who are you? Coming here with such strength to bully the juniors—don’t you think that’s a bit much?"

The elder had already assumed Lin Fan was from the older generation.

After all, no ordinary prodigy could possess such prowess.

"Old man, what nonsense are you spouting? I’m still young, only in my twenties." Lin Fan removed his hat, revealing his face, and smiled. "Surely many people here know me? That’s right, I’m Lin Fan. Perhaps all you prodigies should take some time to think carefully about who I truly am."

The way he spoke carried undeniable arrogance.

A brazen bait—he didn’t bother giving explanations.

"H-he..."

The War King’s eyes widened. His fury dissipated instantly, replaced by raw fear.

Fear that sank deep into his bones.