The Six Paths of Reincarnation Heavenly Art is in operation!
The devastating offensive shook the heavens and earth, causing even ancient stars beyond the realm to tremble. Every cultivator present was filled with terror!
Many weaker Sage were knocked unconscious on the spot.
Click click click...
The moment the fist landed, Long Aotian's golden dragon body began to crack inch by inch, starting from his head.
Dragon horns shattered, dragon scales flew...
Dragon blood cascaded down from the sky like a waterfall, the golden blood landing on the ground with a hissing sound, scorching countless small, black hole-like craters.
His mangled body tumbled through the air several times before finally landing in the ruins, his golden dragon blood staining most of the ancient city's ground red.
"I..."
Long Aotian lay amidst the ruins, his body shattered like porcelain, barely clinging to life. His cracked dragon face was etched with resentment and bewilderment.
"I can't believe it..."
"We lost..."
Before he could finish his last sentence, his consciousness completely plunged into darkness, and his dark golden dragon eyes slowly closed, like a sun that had been extinguished.
A brief, deathly silence fell over the world.
Then... strange phenomena began to appear!
Above the sky, dark golden blood rain poured down, accompanied by a low, mournful dragon roar, like an ancient elegy bidding farewell to the supreme Dragon Clan.
"Buzz!"
All the Dragon Clan cultivators in the ancient city, whether they were at the Great Sage Realm or the Saint Realm, felt a tremor from the deepest part of their bloodline at the same moment.
"Long... Long Aotian... is dead?"
"Holy shit!"
"He really killed Long Aotian!"
"That's the legendary Eternal Dragon Emperor Physique! A young supreme being at the Middle Stage of the Great Sage Realm!"
" The Lin Clan son, at the Late-stage Saint Realm, reversed the fate of the Dragon Clan Supreme at the Middle Stage of the Great Sage Realm? Is this fucking real?"
Am I dreaming? Someone pinch me!
The entire venue erupted in cheers, the roar of which swept through the ancient city like a tsunami.
No one dared to step forward.
No one dared approach the golden remains in the ruins. The golden dragon's body, lying on the ground, even though it was mostly broken, still exuded a strong dragon's might, like a charred temple that still retained the afterglow of a deity.
"... I knew it, I didn't misjudge him."
Feng Jiuge stood at a distance, crimson flames dancing around him. He stared at the ruins in silence for a long time before finally whispering something.
Gu Chen stood still, his expression complex.
It's not that he hasn't seen extraordinary people before.
He was also an ancient oddity; he once swept through half an era, and he once thought that no one in the world was more outrageous than himself.
But today he witnessed it firsthand.
He witnessed what truly outrageous things were.
Feng Jiuge stood at a distance, taking a long time to come to her senses. She couldn't help but curse, "I bet right... Damn, they ran away?"
The people who set up the gambling tables had long since fled, profiting from both sides.
He panicked!
They pursued him with great urgency.
Lin Fan stood before Long Aotian's shattered dragon body, looking down at the golden dragon blood and broken dragon scales on the ground, and clicked his tongue with a hint of regret.
"What a pity..."
"I wanted to keep the whole carcass for roasting dragon meat, but I went too far and it's broken into pieces."
He shook his head, bent down and picked up a relatively intact golden dragon scale. "Hmm, this scale is still usable; the material for refining weapons is not bad."
[Ding! The host, as Late-stage Saint Realm, has defied the odds and defeated Long Aotian, the possessor of the Eternal Dragon Emperor Physique, shaking the heroes of the Immortal Ancient Ruins. This aligns with villainous behavior, and the host has been awarded 600,000 Villain Points!]
[Ding! Host has slain the legendary Son of Fortune, Long Aotian, and gained 500,000 Villain Points!]
[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained all of Long Aotian's items: Eternal Dragon Emperor Art (Complete Version), Immortal Ancient True Dragon Essence Blood Residue x3, Dragon Emperor Armor Fragment, Ancestral Dragon Horn Fragment...]
[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have received an extra reward -- Mount Saint-Level Upgrade Card x1! Can be used to upgrade your mount's cultivation to Saint-level!]
[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained the remaining opportunities of Long Aotian: Flame Emperor Essence Blood (located in the 30th level of the Immortal Ancient Ruins ), Ancestral Dragon Remains Core (located in the 37th level)...]
"Good!"
Lin Fan glanced down at the system panel, and the long list of rewards made the corners of his mouth turn up slightly, his smile becoming even brighter.
" Mount Saint-Level Upgrade Card? That's awesome!"
"If Kowloon could reach the Saint level, its prestige would definitely rise to a whole new level!"
He casually put the golden card into his storage ring, then put Long Aotian's storage ring into his bosom, turned around, and glanced at all the cultivators present.
That glance was met with a gaze as calm as autumn water.
But it sent a chill down the spine of every cultivator present.
Not a single person dared to take even one step forward.
During the battle just now, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the white-clad youth before them was someone they could not afford to offend.
Lin Fan nodded, very satisfied with the result.
He turned and strode into the depths of the ancient city.
The nine True Dragon raised their heads in unison, their roars low and long, like loyal guards slowly walking behind their master.
Ji Kun quickly caught up, his face flushed, so excited he could barely speak, "Holy crap, Your Highness, you're so handsome!... I'm so scared I can barely stand!"
Lin Fan: "That's because your cultivation level isn't high enough. Go back and refine more resources."
Ji Kun: "The Emperor is right! I'll start refining that dragon bone tonight!"
Gu Chen followed, walking silently beside Lin Fan. After a long silence, he whispered, "Your Highness, if you ever decide to wage war against the Dragon Clan, I am willing to be the first to charge."
Lin Fan glanced at him sideways and smiled, " The Dragon Clan? Let them come and settle accounts with me. But I reckon they won't dare come back anytime soon... at least until their dying ancestors crawl out again."
"Let's go, it's time to check out level twenty-seven."
"It's the Emperor's son!"
Gu Chen remained silent for a moment, then nodded.
With Long Aotian's death, the younger generation of the Dragon Clan has been completely wiped out.
If the Dragon Clan wants to regain its strength, it can only rely on those old monsters sealed in the Divine Source.
But would these old monsters be willing to come out of seclusion for a descendant who is already dead?
No one knows for sure, but everyone knows that this battle has completely changed the landscape of the Immortal Ancient Ruins.
"Sigh, these prodigies from the ruins this year are really having a tough time..."
The cultivators of the ancient city watched Lin Fan and the nine True Dragon depart, and couldn't help but sigh, "There's nothing we can do; we've run into an even more monstrous talent."
The news spread faster than any battle report.
In less than half a day, the news that Long Aotian had been defeated by Lin Fan, Lin Clan Late-stage Sage, at the 25th level swept across the entire Immortal Ancient Ruins like a tidal wave.
It passed from level 26 to level 27... and then from level 27 to level 30, like an invisible storm.
"Have you heard? Long Aotian is dead!"
"Holy crap, really? That's the Eternal Dragon Emperor Physique of the Dragon Clan! Everyone says it's the existence that can prove its Dao and become an Emperor!"
"Could it be fake?"
"It's been raining blood for half a day, and I saw him fall with my own eyes!"
"Did the Lin Clan son do it?"
"Nonsense, he's the only one in the entire Immortal Ancient Ruins who dares to eat dragon meat! Yesterday he even set up a pot in town saying he was going to roast dragon meat..."
"... That Long Aotian, his death was far too tragic."
"It's not that he was miserable, he was genuinely no match for them. You don't know, the Lin Clan prince wasn't even out of breath back then."
"Hiss..."
The news was spreading, and discussions were brewing.
No one expected that Long Aotian would be no match for a rising star!
Meanwhile, in the twenty-seventh level, deep within an ancient starry sea ruin.
Wang Teng was sitting cross-legged on a floating meteorite, his body radiating Daoist energy, like an ancient deity contemplating in the starry sky.
An ancient-looking jade talisman for communication floated in front of him.
The jade talisman was emitting a faint light, and runes were constantly flashing on its surface.
He listened with his eyes closed.
Then, he slowly opened his eyes.
Those pupils seemed to hold the sun, moon, and stars flowing within them, unfathomable, like two universes compressed within the eyes.
" Long Aotian... is dead?"
He repeated it in a low, flat voice.
He paused for a moment, then repeated, " The Lin Clan son, interesting."