"Fellow Daoist, do you truly mean to make enemies of us and commit extermination for the sake of those ants?"
In the sky, an old Supreme challenged him, his gaze fierce. A terrifying aura spread, shaking heaven and earth.
Meanwhile, Lin Fan stood in their midst, his blood energy surging. Five Supremes surrounded him, and the atmosphere was bitterly cold.
"Why go this far? With heaven and earth entering the Dharma-Ending Age, one day you, too, will be like us, trying every means to extend your life," another Supreme said.
"Our paths differ, so we have nothing to discuss. You are the ones committing extermination. Today, I will destroy you to honor the wronged souls of countless living beings!"
"Fight!"
With a long shout, Lin Fan took the initiative, plunging into a battle to the death with the last few Supremes of this world.
This time, beyond his hatred for these executioners, his eyes held more of a pure will to battle. He wanted to use this fight to temper his martial path.
Boom!
The battle erupted. Chaos surged, heaven collapsed and earth split, and the Great Dao thundered. From the very beginning, the fight entered a white-hot state.
They all knew that the final outcome would be either their deaths or his. One side had to fall; there was no chance for peace talks.
Roar!
Lin Fan roared, his body swelling enormously. His feet trod upon the boundless star domains, galaxies winding around him. With three heads and six arms, his manifested form was imposing to the utmost.
Fight heaven, fight earth, fight all!
From the outset, he unleashed his great art and erupted with his strongest combat power-the inheritance of the Chaos-World Demon Ape lineage, the Eight-Nine Heavenly Art.
For one, amid the slaughter of a troubled world,