Lin Fan made a grand entrance riding a nine-dragon, bringing the atmosphere to its peak!
He was dressed in white, his black hair flowing like a waterfall. He stood with his hands behind his back on the carriage, his gaze sweeping across the entire audience as if he were looking at a group of people who had been waiting for a long time.
"That's... the Kowloon-drawn carriage?"
" The Lin Clan son... has finally arrived!"
"He's been dragging his feet for two and a half years, I thought he wasn't going to come!"
"This is going to be good! Long Aotian has waited two and a half years, and finally the real deal has arrived!"
"So what if he comes? I doubt it. Long Aotian has refined the essence blood of the Immortal Ancient True Dragon and is already Great Sage Realm. Lin Fan is only Late-stage Sage, a whole major realm below him!"
You don't know anything!
"He fought his way from the first level to the twenty-fifth level. How many Great Saint have died at his hands?"
"That's different. Can those Great Saint compare to Long Aotian? He's a true prodigy with the potential to become an immortal!"
The discussions rose and fell like a tidal wave.
However, most cultivators looked at Lin Fan with a hint of regret, believing that Lin Fan had little chance of winning this duel.
"Want to bet or not?"
"Come on! I bet the prince will overturn the table!"
I bet Long Aotian will be utterly crushed.
"Stop joking! Long Aotian possesses the Eternal Dragon Emperor Physique, Middle Stage of the Great Sage Realm expert. He refined the essence blood of an ancient immortal True Dragon in the forbidden area!"
"So what? The Imperial Prince has even slaughtered the remnant soul of Primordial Origin Immortal! He's killed several Immortals, so why would he be afraid of a mere dragon?"
"..."
There was much discussion, and some cultivators who saw a business opportunity even set up tables, with many taking out their savings and starting to place bets!
Without hesitation, Feng Jiuge went all in on Lin Fan.
Today, either he and Lin Fan die, or Long Aotian dies!
Long Aotian, who was sitting cross-legged on the stone steps, finally slowly opened his eyes.
The dark golden dragon shadow behind him suddenly solidified, and its dragon might spread out overwhelmingly.
"Waited for two and a half years..."
"It's finally here."
A slight smile played on his lips, " Lin Clan, the heir of the Lin Fan family... I hope you won't disappoint me."
Buzz!
In that instant, the air in the entire ancient city seemed to freeze. He slowly rose, and the dark golden dragon shadow behind him solidified, emitting a deep and domineering dragon roar. The heavens and earth trembled slightly, as if they could not bear his weight.
"Dragon Prince, the nine dragons under the command of this Lin Clan prince..."
The Dragon Clan warrior beside him leaned closer, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of shock and boundless greed in his eyes, "It's Pure-Blooded True Dragon!"
Buzz!
Long Aotian did not respond, but his gaze had already fallen on the nine True Dragon, a dark golden light flashing in his eyes.
Pure-Blooded True Dragon, known as one of the Ten Fiends, possessing the highest and most supreme bloodline!
In the Immortal Ancient Era, he once dominated a region and was a true supreme giant!
Such beings exist only in legends; even within the Dragon Clan, they are extremely rare...
Lin Fan, a human, actually has nine heads as his mount?
This scene instantly enraged many powerful Dragon Clan, their mighty dragon aura soaring into the sky. Who could possibly tolerate this?
"A mere human brat dares to ride my Dragon Clan's divine beast?"
"Hurry up and kneel down to offer these nine True Dragon to the dragon prince!"
A Great Saint of the Dragon Clan stepped forward, unleashing the overwhelming pressure of Early-stage Great Saint. The power of the laws transformed into a dark golden dragon head, charging fiercely towards Lin Fan.
"Roll."
Lin Fan didn't even lift his eyelids.
Gu Chen beside him moved, taking a step forward. His dark golden scales and runes suddenly lit up, unleashing the full power of Early-stage Great Saint. His halberd slashed horizontally like a dragon!
"Boom!"
With a muffled thud, the illusory dragon head of the Great Saint of the Dragon Clan was shattered by Gu Chen's halberd. He staggered back dozens of steps, a deep, bone-revealing wound appearing on his chest.
"Who... who are you?!"
The Dragon Clan Great Saint filled with shock and rage.
Gu Chen weighed the broken halberd in his hand, grinned, and said, "Your grandfather."
He was no match for Lin Fan, but he wasn't someone just anyone could provoke.
Several Great Saint of the Dragon Clan looked grim. They stepped forward in unison, their mighty dragon power soaring into the sky, and the situation instantly became tense.
"Buzz!"
Just then, a dark golden light flashed, and a golden dragon claw tore through the air and casually pressed down on Gu Chen's broken halberd.
"Clang!"
Gu Chen's expression changed drastically. He felt as if the broken halberd in his hand had crashed into an unshakeable mountain. His arm went numb, and he was thrown back by an irresistible force, plowing two deep furrows in the ground before he could barely stand.
The dark golden light dissipated, revealing that imposing figure.
Long Aotian had arrived at the center of the arena without anyone noticing.
He glanced at the Dragon Clan Great Saint who had been injured by Gu Chen, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority. "Step back, you are no match for him."
"It's a dragon's son!"
Although the Dragon Clan Great Saint were unwilling, they dared not disobey the dragon prince's order and bowed and retreated.
The entire arena fell silent, all eyes fixed on the two figures in the center.
Lin Fan and Long Aotian faced each other, no more than a hundred feet apart.
One is an unparalleled imperial prince of the Shang Dynasty, dressed in snow-white robes; the other is a proud young Dragon Clan prodigy in golden armor.
The air seemed to freeze.
Just then, Lin Fan heard a long-awaited system notification: [Ding! Legendary Son of Fortune detected, Long Aotian!]
[Name: Long Aotian ]
[Identity: Current Emperor of the Primordial Dragon Clan, Possessor of the Eternal Dragon Emperor Physique.]
[Realm Level: Middle Stage of the Great Sage Realm ]
[Life Script: Possessing the Eternal Dragon Emperor Physique, obtaining the essence blood of an Ancient True Dragon from the Immortal Ancient Ruins, sweeping through the Immortal Ancient Ruins, slaying Feng Jiuge! Sweeping across the Archaic Ancient Realm, proving the Dao to become an Emperor, unifying the Dragon Clan, and dominating the Three Thousand Provinces of the Desolate Ancient Land!]
" Son of Fortune, or a legendary one..."
Lin Fan's lips curled up slightly. He had killed many Son of Fortune, but the pressure from Long Aotian was truly extraordinary.
"You are the imperial prince of the Lin Clan?"
Long Aotian spoke, his voice deep and authoritative, carrying a natural sense of oppression, "You killed my clan's Jin Zhan, then Huo Yun, and even publicly roasted my clan's dragon meat! This enmity is irreconcilable!"
With each word he spoke, his dragon-like aura grew stronger.
In the end, even the void seemed to hum, as if it could not withstand the fluctuations of his emotions!
However, he did not act immediately.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze deep, then suddenly changed the subject. "However, this dragon prince has a better idea."
"If you are willing to submit to me and become my number one general, I may spare your life."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the nine-dragon chariot behind Lin Fan: "By the way, your nine True Dragon will also belong to me, how about it?"
This statement caused an uproar throughout the room!
The crowd was incredulous; "Holy crap, Long Aotian actually wants to recruit the Lin Clan son as a general? He... he's insane!"
"This... this is even more humiliating than killing the Lin Clan prince, isn't it?"
"This is an utter humiliation! He is, after all, a prince of the supreme imperial family. How could he possibly agree to this? This enmity is greater than the hatred of killing one's father!"
"But what if Long Aotian can really subdue Lin Fan..."
"The fighting strength under his command... it's simply unimaginable!"
Countless eyes fell on Lin Fan, eager to know how he would respond.
Lin Fan didn't speak immediately. He tilted his head, as if deep in thought, then turned to Ji Kun behind him and said, "Heat the oil in the wok."
Ji Kun was stunned for a moment, then reacted quickly. "Alright, Your Highness!"
He immediately pulled a large black pot from his storage ring, quickly lit a charcoal fire, and poured half a pot of oil into it. His movements were so fluid and graceful that the surrounding cultivators were all dumbfounded.
"This..."
Some cultivators widened their eyes. "Is he treating Long Aotian like food?"
I've heard quite a bit about Lin Fan's lawless and unruly ways along the way...
Now that I've seen it for myself, I can see it truly lives up to its reputation!
Lin Fan then turned to look at Long Aotian, his smile sincere, "Very good, all that's missing are the ingredients. This imperial prince just loves to eat fresh food..."
Long Aotian smiled.
That smile was icy cold, and a fierce fighting spirit surged in his dark golden dragon eyes. "You are even more reckless than I imagined..."