Rumble!
At the very center of the circle, the laws surge!
The four figures clashed, each collision accompanied by a deafening roar, and the ground within a radius of 100,000 miles was plowed with countless deep trenches by the aftershocks of the laws.
"Are people fighting? It's quite a scene."
Lin Fan raised an eyebrow and strode in that direction. "Let's go take a look, maybe we can find something we can get."
Gu Chen and Ji Kun exchanged a glance and quickly followed.
On the edge of the wilderness, a considerable number of cultivators have already gathered.
There were Saint Realm, Great Sage Realm, and even a faint trace of the Sage King Realm standing on the periphery of the crowd, their gazes fixed solemnly on the scene.
Lin Fan and his two companions made a grand entrance riding nine dragons. A cultivator recognized him and immediately exclaimed, "Holy crap! The Lin Clan son has arrived!"
"He's here again? He's everywhere!"
Shh! Keep your voice down! Don't let him hear!
The crowd automatically parted to make way, and Lin Fan walked to the front, finally able to see the scene clearly.
The shockwave hurled grayish-white dust thousands of feet high, obscuring most of the sky. Only occasional flashes of light could penetrate the dust veil, allowing onlookers to see the battle unfolding within.
"Your Highness, people are fighting to the death."
Gu Chen stood beside him, carrying the broken halberd, his gaze slightly narrowed. "Three Peak of the Great Saint fighting a thin young man. It seems they're vying for the opportunity. That man is about to collapse."
Three figures formed a triangular formation, each radiating the pressure of the Peak Great Sage Realm, their laws surging like a tidal wave.
In the center of the three, a slender man was fighting, wielding an ancient spear and covered in blood.
His robes were mostly tattered, he had a deep, bone-revealing wound on his shoulder, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his back was ramrod straight, and his gaze remained sharp as an eagle's.
He held a broken sword in his left hand!
A faint golden pattern was wrapped around his right arm. The pattern was very faint, like an oil lamp that was about to be blown out by the wind, but it still stubbornly burned.
Lin Fan remained silent.
He sensed an extremely familiar aura.
He activated his Double Pupils, and a flash of purplish-gold light passed through the depths of his pupils, instantly making the dust obscuring his vision transparent.
They share the same origin.
That aura was exactly the same as his Ancient God Body Refining Art, like two streams branching off from the same river, resonating at their confluence.
" Ancient God Lineage?"
He raised an eyebrow.
The pale golden patterns flowing on the slender young man's right arm were of the same origin as the Ancient God Body Refining Art he cultivated.
Although its grade was far inferior to the Ancient God Body Refining Art he had fused with, its aura was very pure.
He once received the inheritance of the Ancient God Lineage at the top of the cloud ladder in the Primordial Chaos Realm.
Divine Body Refining Art, Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art!
The owner of that ancient god statue left a message saying that he hoped Lin Fan would have the opportunity to meet the Ancient God Lineage in the future and would offer him some assistance.
"Interesting."
He said it in a low voice.
Gu Chen asked, "Your Highness, do you know him?"
Lin Fan didn't explain further, but his gaze became somewhat subtle as he looked at the figure in the center of the battle circle who was retreating steadily.
He glanced at the situation on the field.
In the center of the battle, the thin man was indeed nearing his limit.
These three Peak of the Great Saint are all renowned and ruthless figures, each with exceptional teamwork, their attacks aimed directly at vital points...
The slender man was only at the Mid Great Saint, and he was forced to retreat repeatedly.
One of them wielded a blood-red longsword, its blade flashing like a waterfall of blood, each strike imbued with a powerful law of slaughter.
The other person was enveloped in crimson-gold flames, his fists like meteorites, each punch unleashing a towering wave of fire.
The third being was an ancient, alien creature entirely black, with wings that blotted out the sky and claws like hooks. It constantly swooped down from the sky to launch sneak attacks. The three of them joined forces to completely block all of the slender man's escape routes.
"Puff!"
Tian Ye was struck in the shoulder by a spear again, his old robe burst open, flesh torn open, and golden blood seeped out.
He gritted his teeth, swung his sword horizontally, and the Sword Qi sliced through the hem of the figure's clothes, but failed to harm the opponent in the slightest.
"Boy, hand over what's in the altar, and I'll spare your life."
The black-armored cultivator wielding the spear spoke, his voice hoarse like sandpaper. "You're all alone; you won't last long."
Tian Ye remained silent.
He stood silently in place, gripping the broken sword tightly!
The pale golden patterns on his right arm brightened even more as the Ancient God Body Refining Art burned. He was indeed almost at his limit, but his back remained ramrod straight.
Who are these three people?
Lin Fan asked casually.
Upon seeing him arrive, the cultivator beside him quickly lowered his voice and replied, "Your Highness, you are unaware of the truth. Those three are none other than the Blood Saber Elder, the Crimson Flame Mountain Lord, and the Black-Winged Fiend!"
"They're all rogue Rogue Cultivator at the Peak Great Sage Realm, used to roaming freely in the ruins, specifically targeting lone cultivators."
"That slender young man stumbled upon a great opportunity at an ancient ruin a couple of days ago. No one knows the specifics, but the three of them have their eyes on him and have been chasing him all the way from the Thirty-Seventh Level to here."
" At the Peak of the Great Saint, three against one."
Lin Fan clicked his tongue. "That's quite an unseemly way to eat."
Lin Fan was about to help the thin man when, just then, a long-absent system notification sounded in his ear.
[Ding! Son of Fortune detected... Tian Ye!]
[Name: Tian Ye ]
[Identity: Inheritor of the Ancient God Lineage, successor of the Ancient God Body Refining Art.]
[Realm: Middle Stage of the Great Sage Realm (Severely Injured)]
[Life Script: Orphaned at a young age, unexpectedly inheriting the Ancient God Lineage, defying fate and rising from humble beginnings, enduring countless life-and-death trials. After entering the Immortal Ancient Ruins, he slays the intruders from the Emperor Pass to avenge his Lineage, dominating his contemporaries, and ultimately proving himself as an emperor, marching towards the Emperor Pass Emperor Pass to conquer the vast battlefield...]
Lin Fan remained silent for two seconds.
He glanced down at his palm, then looked up at the slender figure fighting a bloody battle in the arena, his expression complex.
" The Son of Fortune..."
He clicked his tongue.
Along his journey, he has killed quite a few Son of Fortune.
Xiao Huohuo, Luo Chen, Yun Wuji, Lesser Demon Emperor, An Yuan, Long Aotian...
Almost every Son of Fortune eventually becomes just a string of numbers on his system panel.
But this time, it's different.
Because Tian Ye is related to the Ancient God Lineage.
Although the owner of that ancient god statue did not force him to do anything, he received someone's inheritance at the top of the Cloud Ladder in the Primordial Chaos Realm, which can be considered as owing a karmic debt.
To save or not to save?
Lin Fan stroked his chin, falling into a brief moment of contemplation.
Save a Son of Fortune?
This is not his villainous style.
But if we don't save it, we can't repay the karmic debt owed to that ancient god statue.
Moreover, Tian Ye's script clearly states that his future path will not directly conflict with Lin Fan's; his opponent is the person from Emperor Pass, not Lin Fan!
"Interesting."
Lin Fan's lips curled slightly as he made his decision. "Let's try to subdue him first."