The news spread faster than the wind.
The Lin Clan son swept through seven passes, slaying the ancient freak of the Silver Pupil Clan and killing Yun Wuji. These events spread like wildfire within the Immortal Ancient Ruins, from the first pass to the ninth, and then from the ninth to the tenth.
At the tenth checkpoint, there were only a few scattered cultivators observing.
But in just half a day, a huge crowd had gathered.
Some people stood on stone pillars, some were suspended in mid-air, and some stepped on a floating ancient stele, all looking in the same direction: the entrance to the golden palace.
"Is the Lin Clan prince really close to the tenth level?"
"Nonsense, the news has spread everywhere. There are still sword marks left by him on the stone platform of the ninth level, and they're still emitting chaotic energy!"
"How many ancient monsters has he killed along the way?"
" Liu Wuhen of the Silver Pupil Clan, Yun Wuji of the Chu Mountain Sect... I heard there were a few other unknown ones who were killed by him without even leaving their names."
"That's nothing. He's even devoured the remnant soul of Primordial Origin Immortal."
"Hiss..."
Everyone gasped in unison, and a cacophony of voices rose and fell, making the entire tenth checkpoint as noisy as boiling water.
Just then, a deep rumble came from the depths of the golden hall.
The palace doors slowly opened.
A burly figure emerged from within, his body ablaze with flames, clad in dark gold armor, his face resolute as iron, his eyes like two pieces of burning gold, radiating a rich power of the Law of Fire, and the oppressive aura emanating from him like an invisible sea of fire, enveloping the entire hall.
At the Middle-stage Sage, one possesses not only the powerful Dragon Clan Heaven but also the Fiery Battle Body.
His name is Huo Yun, the number one ancient general under Long Aotian. He was born with a fiery battle physique and once single-handedly killed several monstrous geniuses in the tenth level, including many ancient prodigies.
He just fought his way back from a dangerous situation!
His dark gold armor still bore traces of the blood of an ancient Sage King- level beast, and he held a massive, still-dripping beast head in his left hand.
The beast's head was entirely black, with a single horn like a spear, radiating a dense aura of Great Saint, clearly having just been severed by his own hand.
"Um?"
Huo Yun glanced at the dense crowd of people outside the pass and frowned slightly. "What are you all doing blocking this way? In a hurry to be reborn?"
"Fire Cloud Warrior!"
Someone in the crowd shouted, "I heard that the Lin Clan son has already passed the ninth level and is heading towards our tenth level!"
The beast head in Huo Yun's hand suddenly stopped.
He raised his head, a glint of fire reflected in his crimson-gold pupils. " The Lin Clan son?"
Huo Yun's expression didn't change much, but he casually tossed the beast head to the ground with a dull thud.
"Click!"
He stretched his shoulders and neck, his bones cracking like popping beans, and his eyes flashed with a burning light. "It's finally here."
"I've been waiting here for almost two months, thinking he wouldn't dare to come."
He turned and walked towards the main entrance of the golden hall.
With each step, the ground trembled slightly, and scorching Law of Fire flowed across the dark gold armor, like a dormant fire dragon slowly awakening.
"Make way, everyone!"
Huo Yun's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a strong sense of pressure. "Since he's here, I have to give him face and go out to greet him."
He stepped out of the main hall and stood on the stone steps in front of it.
Flames surged around him, slightly distorting the air within a radius of several dozen feet. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the gray stone path leading to the tenth level.
"Interesting, Long Aotian's men have actually come!"
"This Fiery Cloud Warrior, I heard, just slew a Sage King- level ancient ferocious beast in a dangerous place. That was Sage King- level being!"
"And he possesses the Fiery Battle Body!"
" Middle-stage Sage can kill Sage King with ease, even if the Saint King is of a higher level!"
" The Lin Clan son is only at the Peak Quasi-Saint, right? That's a whole major realm short..."
"You know nothing! I heard that the Lin Clan son shattered a peak Saint Realm stone golem with a single punch during the seventh level. His achievements speak for themselves!"
"That's different. The stone golem is inanimate, but the fire cloud is alive."
"Stop arguing, I'm coming!"
At the end of the stone path, a golden light slowly emerged.
The light started as a tiny dot, like a distant star twinkling in the mist. As it drew closer, the gold gradually spread out, transforming into a golden cloud stretching across the sky.
Amidst the clouds and mist, the roar of a dragon rose.
A sound.
Two sounds.
Nine sounds.
The nine dragon roars overlapped, as if the sky had been torn open into nine gaps, with a golden dragon head emerging from each gap.
Nine true dragons pulled the chariot, shattering the void, and slowly drove in from the golden clouds.
The dragon's whiskers were like waterfalls, its eyes like the sun, and its scales were layered like golden armor. The blood and qi of each true dragon were so rich that they were almost tangible, leaving a golden wave of qi that stretched for thousands of feet behind them.
The carriage was entirely made of celestial gold of a chaotic color, with faint patterns of the Great Dao flowing along its walls. The curtains were slightly lowered, obscuring the people inside.
But everyone knew who was in the car.
The nine dragons pull the chariot; the Lin Clan son.
Buzz!
Nine real dragons landed on the stone platform directly in front of the golden hall!
The dragon's claws slammed into the ground, producing a dull, heavy thud. Its dragon might was overwhelming, and the shockwave spread out in a ring, pushing the surrounding cultivators back several steps.
A figure engulfed in flames blocked the path of the Nine Dragons...
The carriage curtain twitched slightly.
A slender, fair hand reached out from behind the curtain and gently lifted a corner of it.
Lin Fan leaned out halfway, glanced at the dense crowd around him, then looked at the fiery figure standing on the stone steps, and yawned. "Wow, how many people are there? It's so lively."
Huo Yun raised an eyebrow. " The Lin Clan son?"
Lin Fan tilted his head. "Who are you?"
Huo Yun stepped forward, his flames suddenly surging, and the power of law transformed into a crimson fire dragon phantom, coiling behind him. "Under the command of Long Aotian, the Fiery Warrior, Huo Yun."
"I heard you killed Jin Zhan and even roasted him?"
"My clan's dragon prince Long Aotian, instructed me to wait for you here."
He instructed that if you pass this stage, he would be waiting for you at the next one.
"If you can't get through this..."
Huo Yun's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of dominance. "Then die here."
He raised his right hand, pointing at Lin Fan: " Lin Clan son, do you dare to fight me?"
Lin Fan tilted his head, looked at the Dragon Clan general, and suddenly laughed, "Just you alone?"
Huo Yun was stunned for a moment. "What do you mean? You look down on me? Die!"
His body was engulfed in flames, and the power of the laws surged out like a tide. His figure began to expand, and he activated his Fiery Battle Body. The Law of Fire condensed around him into a crimson armor of flames, and his blood and energy were like a vast ocean.
roar!
Flames soared into the sky, changing the color of the earth, as if a fire god had descended.
boom!
The fiery clouds moved.
He unleashed a punch, Law of Fire transformed into a hundred-foot-long crimson fire dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced towards Lin Fan.
This punch was a full-force strike from Middle-stage Sage the peak of cultivation.
Flames roared into the sky.
The pressure of the Law of Fire pressed down on everything around them as if it were a physical force, and the air itself was scorched, emitting a series of crackling sounds.
hiss!
The cultivators present all paled. Some said, "Such a powerful aura! No wonder Fire Cloud General could kill Sage King!"
"This is going to be interesting!"
Many people took out sunflower seeds and small stools, ready to watch the show.
Lin Fan sat on the edge of the carriage and glanced at Huo Yun. "Why didn't Long Aotian come himself? He sent some nobody to block my way?"
"What kind of nobody dares to challenge me, the Emperor?"
"Tell Long Aotian to come himself."
His tone was calm and indifferent, but to Huo Yun, his words sounded contemptuous, yet more grating than any deadly move.