The battle ended, and the world erupted!
The battle between Lin Fan and the Golden-Haired Hou had come too suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, and ended just as quickly. No one could tell who had won.
However, someone had seen the lord of the Hou Tribe return to Fallen Immortal Ridge with an utterly grim expression and blood on his body.
"Gasp... a figure on the level of the Ten Fiends was wounded!" Many people sucked in a breath of cold air, finding it inconceivable.
Still, this was a peerless expert with an extraordinary bloodline who had stepped into the realm of Immortal Kings. He was extremely difficult to kill.
Take the Heavenly Horned Ant, for example. Once he went berserk, no one in heaven and earth could match his strength. His boundless vitality made everyone wary.
As long as such a figure survived, he would recover given enough time.
By comparison, Lin Fan was in poor condition-or rather, his injuries were even more severe. His body was battered and broken, and he was on the brink of death.
After all, he was not yet an Immortal King and had not reached that realm. He had only borrowed external power temporarily and could not remain at that level forever.
"Sage Emperor!" some people cried out, their worry reaching its peak when they saw his condition.
Needless to say, his wife and daughter had tears in their eyes. Their hearts ached terribly, and they did not know what to do.
It was clear just how brutal that battle had been!
"I need to... enter a deep slumber!" Leaving those words behind, Lin Fan dragged his blood-dripping body, covered in cracks, into seclusion.
This time, however, he buried himself, lying beneath all-things soil as though he had chosen his own grave in