Chapter 124: Unstoppable

The mysterious voice was sharp and cold, but lacked the fury one might have expected.

"Falling Flower, what are you doing here?"

At that moment, a voice rang out, and two figures approached from a distance—they were the supreme rulers of the Xiang family at the Celestial Realm.

Before they could advance, the mysterious man struck.

With merely two fingers extended, divine radiance surged forth, and the two great rulers of the Xiang family fell, turning to bloody mud.

"No matter who you are, the Xiang family will never let you live."

The voice of Young Master Falling Flower grew colder, a powerful aura erupting from him, and instantly, a fierce, chilling wind howled.

"The Xiang family? A mere insignificant clan that only dares to swagger in the Great Jin Kingdom."

The mysterious man sneered, entirely unconcerned by Young Master Falling Flower’s threat. He was a manifestation of an unparalleled powerhouse; likely, no one in the entire Xiang family matched his level.

"What if I add the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan to the mix?"

Yi Xiaoxian spoke, a pair of divine lights flashing in her eyes, and behind her, the enormous spectral form of a nine-tailed fox appeared.

She had already recognized the mysterious man's strength and immediately activated her bloodline power.

"I didn't expect to see a member of your clan, but you must be a stray Nine-Tailed Fox from the outer world. Even your progenitor would treat me equally."

The mysterious man narrowed his eyes, showing subtle caution. The Nine-Tailed Fox Clan was notorious and fiercely protective—a foe not to be trifled with.

"Seems you must be from the Endless Sea."

Lin Fan descended gracefully. The woman inside the crystal coffin had been suppressed and wouldn't require his intervention for the time being.

The Demon-Subduing Staff still glowed, burning itself to the limit—it would never again be an ancestral artifact after today.

"Oh? You have insight. Since you know my identity, you should understand the consequences of offending me."

The mysterious man was somewhat surprised Lin Fan could discern his background, but it was nothing extraordinary. To ordinary people of the Great Jin Kingdom, the Endless Sea was indeed a profound mystery, though some major powers were somewhat aware.

"What consequences, I neither know nor care. But if you intend to touch the woman in the crystal coffin, I doubt it will be possible."

Lin Fan remained expressionless. The mysterious man was undoubtedly formidable; few things warranted such attention at his level. Within the main hall of the Little Thunder Sound Temple, only the woman inside the crystal coffin fit that criterion.

"That’s beyond your control."

The mysterious man took several steps back. He was unwilling to strike first, for breaking through the Celestial Sphere Star Array was merely the opening move. The real chaos was yet to begin, and he preferred not to expend too much energy.

"Hmph, insignificant brat. Though your talents are decent, you are merely at the first decline of the Celestial Realm. You don’t even require an elder’s intervention. Killing you would be as effortless as flipping one’s hand."

A cold laugh came from a man—the purple-robed Celestial Realm ruler who had attacked Young Master Falling Flower and Xiang Zhenting before. Now, he had reached the mid-stage of the first decline of the Celestial Realm.

"Clamorous."

Lin Fan sneered. A surge of radiant light gathered into a long sword.

He swung the sword, and a dazzling beam hundreds of meters long erupted.

Space tore apart, time seemed to freeze, and even time itself was affected.

The sword strike descended at an unparalleled speed. The purple-robed Celestial Realm ruler’s expression changed drastically as he hurriedly summoned his Celestial Sword, but it was too late.

A blood light shot into the sky. The purple-robed ruler’s head was severed and soared three meters high. He never even had the chance to strike back—he died instantly, his path extinguished.

Lin Fan’s face remained impassive, as if the fallen were nothing but dogs and pigs, not worth his concern.

"Impressive skill."

A burly man spoke. Though not old, his strength was immense—one of the few experts at the third decline of the Celestial Realm.

"Who are you?"

Lin Fan shattered his long sword, stepped forward, hands behind his back, his gaze now serious. The man before him was a formidable opponent, not to be underestimated.

Yet Lin Fan remained dominant, his entire being enveloped in a mist of chaos, his eyes brilliant enough to suffocate.

"I’ll face you! Senior Brother, step forward!"

A cold snort echoed. Behind the man, a young figure emerged, cloaked in a long robe, his gaze sharp as a hawk’s, ready to devour his prey.

He was Qin Mu, the second disciple of the Ancient Buddha Domain’s ruler—at the late stage of the second decline of the Celestial Realm, with true combat strength rivaling the mid-stage of the third decline.

Qin Mu’s reputation was fearsome, a god of death responsible for countless fatalities.

A massive hand crashed down like a thunderclap as Qin Mu attacked. His body was immensely strong, comparable to a wild beast. The enormous palm slammed down, shaking heaven and earth; the air exploded with thunderous roars like a chariot passing through, never ceasing.

Yi Xiaoxian and Young Master Falling Flower’s faces changed in succession. Qin Mu’s strength exceeded their expectations; neither of them alone could match him.

"Not worth mentioning."

Lin Fan snorted coldly. Radiant light burst from his entire body as he activated his blood. The sound of a mountain’s roar and the sea’s surge filled the air; golden auras of blood manifested like a vast ocean.

Since merging with the Statue of the Human Emperor, Lin Fan’s constitution had changed greatly—most notably, his blood had turned a pale golden hue.

His terrifying aura soared into the heavens. Lin Fan strode forward like a dragon and tiger. Some weaker Celestial Realm rulers in the distance staggered back, faces pale, utterly unable to withstand this presence.

The gap between them was simply too vast. Lin Fan’s true combat strength rivaled the late stage of the third decline, while these opponents were at most first or second decline—no match at all.

"Hum!"

Qin Mu waved his hand, summoning a small three-legged cauldron. A vast aura radiated forth; though not an ancestral artifact, the cauldron was formidable and ruthless.

As it erupted, two nearby first-decline Celestial Realm rulers had their bodies shattered, souls extinguished—a tragic accident they suffered through no fault of their own.

Lin Fan made his move like a deity. He struck with a shaking fist, his hand crashing toward the cauldron.

The clang resonated like hammering iron, followed by gasps from the crowd. They saw palm imprints appearing on the cauldron’s surface.

The battle ended swiftly. Lin Fan unleashed his full power, and with dozens of moves, shattered the cauldron. No further obstacles remained as he launched himself at Qin Mu.

Qin Mu was fittingly a master of the late second decline. Though he remained calm and fought with all his might, the outcome was inevitable.

Lin Fan was fierce and ruthless. After dozens more moves, a golden hand shattered the void, pulverizing Qin Mu’s body to dust. The Ancient Buddha Domain’s second disciple fell.

Before anyone could react, a tremendous sound came from the distant heavens. The great figures had finally obliterated the Ancient Buddha’s phantom—signaling they were now free to act at last!