Three thousand five hundred years into the Dharma-Ending Age!
"Junior, are you courting death?"
That day, an angry shout rang through the Six Directions and Eight Wilds, exploding like a river of stars and shaking heaven and earth!
For a moment, beings of every race trembled. The voice alone nearly tore their divine souls apart, and even the ancient beings within the restricted areas were startled awake.
"Isn't that the lord of Fallen Immortal Ridge? Why has he emerged?" someone said, recognizing him.
This was a being on the level of the Ten Fiends, terrifying beyond measure. Once enraged, he could rival an Immortal King in certain respects.
Boom!
An explosion rang out. Chaos light surged, and the starry sky at the edge of the universe collapsed, countless stars turning entirely to dust.
Someone was exchanging blows, unleashing a battle beyond imagination!
Soon, some people realized that the lord of Fallen Immortal Ridge was fighting someone, and his opponent was Lin Fan.
"Wait, why are those two fighting?"
"Lin Fan may be powerful, invincible beneath Immortal Kings, but he hasn't become a king yet. Isn't provoking a Ten Fiends-level being just asking to die?"
Many watched closely, bewildered and alarmed.
On the battlefield, Lin Fan was utterly grave, coughing blood. He had still underestimated a Ten Fiends-level being.
Only when they truly fought did he realize that, even if his opponent was an Immortal King with a flawed Dao fruit, he had still touched that realm.
"Again! Today, I must fight to my heart's content!"
Lin Fan roared. Even against the strongest enemy he had ever fought, he still dared to draw his sword.
"Heh... How many years has it been? This is the first time I've met a reckless fool like you, daring to use me for practice. You