"A fight to the death? Are you even worthy?"
"The Imperial Son hasn't said you may leave, yet you think you can go?"
"If I let a mere newly advanced Sage King like you escape, I wouldn't deserve the name Divine Butcher! Besides, if you're running for your life, just run. Why spout threats?"
Uncle Fu, who had disappeared at some point, stood between heaven and earth like a god of war, his figure imposing. Without his permission, no one could leave!
Lin Fan looked at Luo Chen and sneered, "Oh? Back so soon?"
Luo Chen said expressionlessly, "Lin Fan, don't celebrate too soon!"
As a Great Emperor in his previous life, he remained calm in the face of upheaval.
He understood that only by using his trump cards now would he have a chance to leave. He transmitted his plan to the Grand Elder, whose eyes lit up, and the two secretly nodded.
"Heh! As expected of the Divine Butcher!"
"But this isn't your Lin Clan! Taking us down won't be so easy!"
The Grand Elder raised his hand and beckoned. A streak of light flew out of the holy land, and majestic imperial might filled heaven and earth. It was the Primordial Holy Land's sect-guarding divine weapon, the Primordial Sword.
He looked at Luo Chen and thought, Chen'er, I hope you won't disappoint me. Your master is off.
Then he charged at the Godslayer Saint King without hesitation. The Primordial Sword tore through the firmament, its fierce Sword Qi splitting the entire sky in two as it slashed toward the Godslayer Saint King.
"A Quasi-Emperor weapon?"
"This is what you're relying on? I've fought even Quasi-Emperors. Why would I fear a divine weapon?"
Uncle Fu showed no fear. A towering manifestation a hundred thousand feet tall appeared behind him, blood-red flames surging into the sky like an Immovable Wisdom King descending upon the world. His attack shook all of heaven and earth as a giant hand reached out to crush the Sword Qi.
"You think this is an ordinary Quasi-Emperor weapon?"
"This was our Primordial Holy Land ancestor's bonded divine weapon before he became an emperor, a Quasi-Emperor weapon that fell from the imperial grade! It rivals even ordinary imperial weapons! It's more than enough to hold you here!"
The Grand Elder sneered. The Quasi-Emperor weapon was only one of his trump cards. With the Divine Butcher here, even with a Quasi-Emperor weapon, he had no confidence whatsoever in escaping with Luo Chen.
Meanwhile, Luo Chen had already secretly notified the Luo Clan's experts to come. The Luo Clan was very close to the Primordial Holy Land, and the Lin Clan could not possibly send reinforcements so quickly.
The imperial Luo Clan had allies such as the supreme imperial Wang Clan.
As long as they held out until the Luo Clan's experts arrived, they could kill the Divine Butcher and Lin Fan.
Once they reached the Luo Clan, they believed the declining supreme imperial Lin Clan would not dare attack the Luo Clan!
Boom!
The sword light collided with the giant hand. A mushroom cloud rose for dozens of miles around, terrifying laws ravaging heaven and earth and sweeping in every direction.
Such was the terrifying might of a Sage King!
The sight left everyone in the holy land trembling. Had that strike landed on the holy land, it would likely have razed the entire place!
"A peak Quasi-Emperor weapon. Not bad!"
Uncle Fu looked at his outstretched right hand. A shallow wound marked it, terrifying laws devouring the flesh around it and keeping it from healing.
Yet even so, there was not a trace of fear in his eyes, only excitement. "It's been a long time since I met such a strong opponent. I hope you can let me fight to my heart's content!"
"As expected of a supreme expert among Sage Kings. Even against the Primordial Sword, which rivals an imperial weapon, he suffered only a slight injury!"
The Grand Elder charged at Uncle Fu, and the two began a battle of Saints in the firmament, their saintly might surging into the sky.
Uncle Fu could be seen falling slightly behind. The Grand Elder was only a newly advanced Sage King and could not truly unleash the Primordial Sword's power. Had a Quasi-Emperor wielded it instead, Uncle Fu would soon have been defeated.
"Old bastard, don't get so smug!"
"You think you're the only one with an imperial weapon? Uncle Fu, catch!"
Lin Fan shouted. A golden light flew from his body and rapidly expanded in the wind, becoming a massive cauldron ten thousand feet tall. Like an enormous mountain, it smashed toward the Primordial Sword to lend Uncle Fu a hand!
"The Emperor-Subduing Cauldron!"
Uncle Fu's eyes shone brightly. He wielded the Emperor-Subduing Cauldron, majestic imperial might enveloping heaven and earth as though a true Great Emperor had arrived in person!
Clang! Clang!
The Subduing Cauldron collided with the Primordial Sword. The sound of clashing metal was deafening, terrifying imperial might ravaging the surroundings as though two Great Emperors were battling.
With the imperial weapon, Uncle Fu could be seen displaying unmatched valor, blasting the Grand Elder back again and again. Saint blood dripped continuously through the void, staining the firmament red.
"Little beast! How dare you!"
"Chen'er, hurry and capture this boy alive!"
Seeing the situation turn against him, the Grand Elder immediately told Luo Chen to capture Lin Fan alive. As long as they seized Lin Fan, Uncle Fu would surely hesitate to smash the rat for fear of breaking the vase, and they could force him to let them leave.
In truth, even without the Grand Elder's reminder, Luo Chen had already planned to attack Lin Fan. He shot forward like a streak of light, charging at Lin Fan within the holy land.
"Lin Fan, without the Godslayer Saint King's protection or your imperial weapon, what do you have to fight me with?" Cruelty filled Luo Chen's eyes. In his view, he could now handle Lin Fan however he pleased.
The reason was simple. At the seventh level of the Spirit Sea Realm, Luo Chen had once killed an early-stage Heavenly Dipper Realm expert. Lin Fan's cultivation had been piled up to the first level of the Spirit Sea Realm; he could not withstand even a single exchange.
"Hehehe!"
"Imperial weapons! Who told you I only had one?"
The corners of Lin Fan's mouth curled up. Two imperial weapons hovered above his head. The divine sword shone with boundless light, while the great bell was ancient and unadorned, making him look like an invincible god of war.
Boom!
Terrifying imperial might descended.
The holy land's elders, disciples, and others looked horrified and prostrated themselves on the ground. Even though Lin Fan could not unleash the true power of the imperial might, it was still enough to confront experts at the Saint Realm and below.
"No!"
"I am Tianchen! No one can bear a kneel from me!"
"Not even Great Emperors or immortals deserve my kneeling, much less you, Lin Fan..."
Luo Chen's pupils contracted as he flew toward him. Feeling that familiar imperial might, he threw his head back and roared, unleashing a terrifying presence powerful enough to instantly kill a Purple Mansion Realm expert.
Unfortunately, Luo Chen was ultimately only a Spirit Sea Realm cultivator, not the Great Emperor Tianchen of old.
Against two imperial weapons...
In less than two seconds, Luo Chen's legs gave way. He abruptly slid through the sky and landed on his knees before Lin Fan. The two stared at each other.
Lin Fan teased, "So polite? Offering such a grand bow right away?"
A screen of light appeared before his eyes. [Ding! The host made Luo Chen offer a grand bow, humiliating Luo Chen and making a fool of him before everyone. Gained 20,000 Villain Points.]
Liu Yanran, a high-grade Daughter of Fortune, had only yielded three thousand points for her regret.
Just messing with Luo Chen a little earned twenty thousand Villain Points?
As expected of a legendary-grade Son of Fortune! What a fat sheep!
Looking at the system notification, Lin Fan's eyes shone ever brighter as he watched Luo Chen. He wished he could fleece Luo Chen bald.
"Ah... Lin Fan, I'll kill you!"
Luo Chen's eyes nearly split with rage. He was the mighty Great Emperor Tianchen, whose formidable name had once resounded throughout the Archaic. How powerful he had been, yet he had repeatedly lost to this boy.
He knelt neither to heaven nor to earth, yet now he was kneeling before Lin Fan. It was an enormous humiliation!
Even if he survived, became an emperor, and ascended to immortality, this would remain his greatest stain.
"Ant, I could kill you with a flick of my hand right now..."
Lin Fan watched coldly and thrust the imperial sword in his hand into Luo Chen's thigh. The pain turned Luo Chen's eyes bloodshot, but he refused to cry out.
Pfft!
But seeing Lin Fan towering above him, looking down at him, Luo Chen spat blood in fury!
Yet he could not move at all and could only bark like a dog. Despite having numerous trump cards, he could not use any of them. Who opened with their ultimate move?
The terrifying imperial might pressed brutally against his shoulders like an eternal divine mountain. No matter how fiercely he struggled, he remained unable to move.
[Ding! The host stabbed Luo Chen, enraging Luo Chen until fury assailed his heart and made him vomit blood, his dick turning purple. Gained 12,000 Villain Points.]
"Ah... Elders, attack! What are you still watching for?"
"Once he kills me, you'll be next! He can't power the imperial weapons for long, and at most he can fight Saint Realm experts. As long as you join forces, you can kill him!"
"As long as you kill him, my imperial Luo Clan will guarantee your lives!"
The holy land's elders watched Luo Chen coldly. Even Liu Yanran looked on with cold indifference. But after hearing Luo Chen's words, a faint gleam kindled in the elders' dim eyes.