Lin Fan did not dodge when the beam of light descended.
He raised his right hand, Chaos Qi condensed in his palm into a gray-gold light screen. Three patterns of Immortal Qi flowed on the surface of the light screen, like three coiled dragons protecting the foot of land in front of his palm.
The beam of light struck the light screen, creating a ring-shaped shockwave.
The light screen trembled slightly, but did not shatter.
Lin Fan stood rooted to the spot, not taking a single step back. He even had time to shake his head, his tone tinged with regret. "That's it?"
"How can you be a pioneer in Foreign Domain like this?"
The pupils of the dark silhouette contracted sharply.
Its attack just now used nearly 80% of its power, enough to seriously injure a Peak Quasi-Emperor expert on the spot, but it was actually blocked by Lin Fan's hand.
"You..."
"You really are just like the Unfettered Sword Emperor, a prodigy of this lineage!"
It didn't say another word.
With his arms outstretched, black laws surged forth from his body like an ocean of ignited oil.
Inside the hall, a colossal dark dharma image materialized, towering several meters high and covered in dark red patterns, resembling a Devil Master crawling out of the abyss.
"Then let me show you my trump card: suppressing immortal Immortal Qi from Foreign Domain!"
The Foreign Domain and the Immortal Domain have been at odds for so many years; a solution is long overdue!
The dark dharma form suddenly raised its right fist, and a dark red vortex of law condensed on the surface of the fist. In the center of the vortex, there was a very faint gray pattern, like a sealed curse, which was slowly pulsating.
That aura did indeed carry a quality of restraining Immortal Qi, as if it had been specially forged to suppress some kind of power.
"That's interesting."
Lin Fan's brow twitched slightly.
He muttered something under his breath, and then...
boom!
His aura suddenly surged, like a volcano that had been ignited.
The effect of the title "[ Father of the Foreign Domain ]" within him was triggered at this moment.
When facing Foreign Domain creatures, all attributes are increased by 200%.
The three streams of Immortal Qi surged and exploded around him like three unsealed dragons. The Chaos Azure Lotus bloomed even more brightly beneath his feet, and the Chaos Dharma Form behind him almost solidified into a physical form, like a true Chaos God looking down upon the world.
He raised his right hand, his five fingers together, and three streams of Immortal Qi simultaneously condensed into a gray-gold pillar of light on his fist.
" Hunyuan Fist... Tenfold Critical Hit!"
He threw a punch.
The beam of light, carrying the full pressure of three streams of Immortal Qi and the Law of Chaos, collided with the right fist of the dark dharma form, like a star compressed to its limit.
"Boom!"
The entire palace was shaking violently.
The dark dharma's right fist began to crack from the center, and the cracks spread across its entire body like a spider web. The dark red law vortex was crushed and turned into countless dark red fragments that scattered everywhere.
The dark figure was sent flying backward, crashing through three stone pillars in the hall before finally regaining his footing.
It glanced down at the spreading crack on its right arm, where Chaos Qi was frantically eroding and preventing it from healing.
"You..."
Its voice held a hint of disbelief. "Impossible, your power... how could it possibly restrain my laws?"
" Foreign Domain creatures?"
Lin Fan tilted his head, his tone carrying a casual mockery. "This imperial prince is the Father of the Foreign Domain."
"What?"
The dark silhouette froze.
Then it realized—it was a creature from Foreign Domain!
Before Lin Fan, all its Law of Darkness were suppressed. "You... you have... you have some kind of law that specifically restrains my race?"
Lin Fan didn't answer, but instead raised his fist and threw another punch.
"Enough with the nonsense."
"Just fight."
True Dragon Fist.
A golden dragon shadow exploded from his fist, carrying the full pressure of the True Dragon Precious Technique, like an ancient Ancestral Dragon awakening, and fiercely crashed into the chest of the dark avatar.
The dark outline desperately tried to gather the Law of Darkness to resist, but the True Dragon Fist pierced through the thin ice like a red-hot iron needle, silently penetrating its protective laws and landing on its chest.
boom!
The dark avatar began to crumble from its chest.
The dark figure was blasted away, smashing through the palace door and carving a bottomless trench in the Black Tide outside the palace before finally coming to a stop.
Several cracks appeared on its body, and the dark red laws, like extinguished flames, were fading away inch by inch.
"You..."
"How can you be so strong...?"
Its voice was filled with barely concealed fear and anger. "You're clearly only Quasi-Emperor... but you make me feel like I'm facing an Great Emperor!"
"What happened to the Quasi-Emperor?"
Lin Fan withdrew his fist, his tone calm. "Can't Quasi-Emperor beat you up?"
He took a step, about to walk towards the dark silhouette, when suddenly he heard a sharp whooshing sound.
It's not an attack.
Someone was trying to steal the Immortal Seed while he was distracted.
Ye Tian.
Lin Fan turned his head and saw that Ye Tian was already standing on the edge of the stone platform, his right hand reaching out towards the Immortal Seed, and the wisp of his innate Innate Immortal Qi was surging violently within him, like a lit fuse.
He wanted to take the Immortal Seed away while Lin Fan was fighting the dark creatures.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch the Immortal Seed, the Dark Matter surging from the cracks in the hall suddenly surged, like a swarm of bees startled, with hundreds of dark tentacles shooting out from all directions and rushing towards him madly.
Ye Tian's expression changed drastically.
He raised his hand, and Immortal Qi surged forth. A golden fist imprint shattered several approaching tentacles, but more tentacles attacked from behind, like an endless Black Tide, sealing off all his escape routes.
"Oh no..."
Just when he thought he was about to fall into the hands of darkness...
Buzz.
A jade pendant, which had been hidden in the lining of Ye Tian's robe, suddenly lit up on his chest.
An extremely pure celestial light burst forth from the jade pendant, like an ancient mark being awakened, condensing into a semi-transparent phantom in front of Ye Tian.
The phantom was tall and imposing, its entire body enveloped in a pale golden light. Its face was indistinct, yet it exuded an extremely ancient majesty, like a guardian emerging from the depths of time.
The ancestors of the Ye Clan mourn.
The illusory figure raised its hand, and a dark golden light screen unfolded in front of Ye Tian.
The dark tentacles struck the light screen as if they had hit an unshakeable mountain wall, shattering into black fragments that dissipated into the air.
"Walk!"
The phantom spoke, its voice deep and aged, carrying an unreal quality. "Take the Immortal Seed... and the withered bones, and leave this place."
"This is... the last protective measure left behind by the Ye Clan's ancestors."
"Quick!"
Without hesitation, Ye Tian took a step forward, grasping the Immortal Seed in his right hand and placing his left hand on the withered bones. The dark golden skeleton trembled slightly, then began to shrink at a visible speed, eventually transforming into a palm-sized dark golden bone fragment that fell into his palm.
He turned and rushed towards the palace gate.
Behind him, the illusory image of the Ye Clan ancestor slowly dissipated, like a lamp blown out by the wind.