Chapter 143: The Four Decays of Heaven and Man

"It seems your two families are cooperating quite well, even going so far as to bring out forbidden artifacts," Lin Fan sneered, his expression indifferent. While the spherical orb was a decent forbidden artifact, it was nothing more than that—merely capable of allowing these two overlords at the third decline of the Celestial Human Realm to unleash power approaching the fourth decline.

"Hmph, die!"

The Yi family overlord struck with a thunderous force. His fingers were splayed wide, and he wore a gauntlet on his hand—another forbidden artifact. This was within expectations; if the Yi family was willing to provide artifacts for the Mo family overlords, how could they not possess their own? In an instant, three forces nearing the fourth decline of the Celestial Human Realm erupted, powerful enough to turn the world upside down.

Lin Fan’s gaze turned grave as he went all out. None of the three opponents could defeat him individually, but combined, they could instantly slay an average practitioner at the early stage of the fourth decline, making them formidable foes.

*I wonder if the two fourth-decline experts hiding in the shadows possess forbidden artifacts? It is highly likely. This will be a bitter fight, but I am not so easily killed. If the Yi and Mo families are truly so shameless, I will have to break a few of their teeth in return.*

Lin Fan scanned his surroundings, his killing intent sharp. Yet, he remained supremely confident, clearly possessing his own hidden means. However, he did not wish to reveal his trump cards immediately; he wanted to test the limits of his true combat strength.

With a long roar, Lin Fan moved with the grace of a dragon and the power of a tiger. His expression remained stoic, but his entire body began to glow. Vast energy, like crashing waves and shattering stones, surged forth. An aura comparable to the early stage of the fourth decline of the Celestial Human Realm spanned the heavens, chilling the hearts of all who felt it.

The world fell silent, leaving only the turbulent fluctuations of the four experts clashing. The earth shifted and the heavens overturned as waves of divine light flooded the sky.

"Mo Liuguang, do you think they can suppress this brat?"

High above the nine heavens, two figures overlooked the battlefield: Yi Ming and the Old Ancestor of the Mo family.

"Difficult. Lin Fan's strength is unfathomable. Unless we intervene ourselves, no one can kill him." The Mo family ancestor remained as calm and detached as ever, as if nothing in the world could capture his interest.

"Hmph." Yi Ming snorted, but he did not deny it. He, too, had realized that Lin Fan’s true combat power had already reached the level where he could contend with the early stage of the fourth decline.

"I did not expect you to have reached this step as well. It seems your trip to Wangwu Mountain yielded great benefits." The Mo family ancestor glanced at Yi Ming with a hint of gravity. The latter’s strength was not the rumored fifth decline of the Celestial Human Realm, but the true Void-Breaking Realm, though it was not yet fully stabilized.

"If that were not the case, how would I dare to cooperate with you? You, Mo Liuguang, have reached this point without a sound yourself." Yi Ming spoke noncommittally, his eyes flickering. Although he could not yet compare to the Mo family ancestor, he was a genuine Void-Breaking Realm expert. With the aid of his forbidden artifacts, he had no fear of the other.

"Heh." The Mo family ancestor chuckled softly, then fell silent, turning his gaze back to the battlefield below.

Lin Fan’s blood surged like a dragon, exuding an invincible spirit. His eyes shone with a brilliance that made him appear like a god or a demon, his every gesture capable of shattering worlds. The three Celestial Human overlords, bolstered by their forbidden artifacts, fought fiercely, but all artifacts have their limits, and they began to falter.

"Boom!"

Lin Fan struck with heavy, lethal blows, acting like a god of war. His eyes flashed with peerless power. He lunged toward one of the Mo family overlords and threw a punch that pierced the firmament.

With a resounding "bang," the Mo family overlord’s right shoulder was struck, his flesh pulverized into a bloody pulp. A shrill, miserable scream echoed as the overlord panicked, losing his composure.

Lin Fan seized the opportunity. Looking down from above, he locked the void in place. His fist glowed even brighter, like a meteor streaking across the horizon in a brilliant arc. After dozens of exchanges, the Mo family overlord’s forbidden artifact shattered into scattered light, and he himself was heavily wounded, stumbling backward.

Lin Fan would never let him go. With a roar, he unleashed his full strength, delivering a horizontal strike that cleaved the overlord in two. His speed was so great that the other two could not offer aid, left only to watch as Lin Fan displayed his terrifying dominance.

"You seek death!"

The other Mo family overlord was incensed, his eyes spitting fire. The one who had fallen was his own brother. Both were third-decline experts with illustrious reputations in the Ancient Buddha Domain, and yet one had perished here today at the hands of a youth who had barely turned twenty.

Consumed by rage, he lunged to attack, but Lin Fan targeted him first. A terrifying, fist-driven force shook the heavens, sounding like the cry of a Vermillion Bird as it tore through the sky. Lin Fan’s hand clamped down, and he unleashed his full combat power, killing the man before the Yi family overlord could intervene. The violent fist intent crushed everything in its path, leaving only carnage.

It was the enemy’s blood. Lin Fan looked down on everything, raising his leg to suppress the last Yi family overlord.

"Retreat!"

The Yi family overlord had long since lost his nerve. He turned to flee; the three of them combined had failed to suppress Lin Fan, and two had already fallen. Such a situation had shattered his confidence.

But it was too late. Lin Fan would not let him leave—he believed in pressing the advantage to wipe out the enemy completely. Throughout the battle, the two fourth-decline experts in the shadows had not moved; they remained detached, watching their comrades fall.

Though he did not know their true intentions, Lin Fan did not care. Seven massive stars manifested as he unleashed the Seven-Star Fist once more. His dark hair danced in the wind as he gazed down at the world. After a hundred moves, a single punch shattered eternity, and the Yi family overlord fell, his heart crushed, his life extinguished.

With this, three Celestial Human overlords had fallen. Including the first one, four had died in succession. If news of this were to spread, the resulting turmoil would be unimaginable, and Lin Fan’s name was destined to echo throughout the Ancient Buddha Domain.

Lin Fan’s expression remained blank as he looked toward the void, toward the two great figures at the fourth decline. As the battle intensified, he grew increasingly calm; coupled with his violent aura, he resembled a resurrected demon god, causing even the hearts of the onlookers to tremble.

"Are you still not going to strike?" Lin Fan asked with a cold sneer. The mist before him dissipated, and two figures emerged.

"You are strong—truly among the best of the younger generation."

The one who spoke was an old man with chaotic, cloudy eyes. He appeared incredibly aged, but his identity was shocking. He was Mo Liuxing, the younger brother of the Mo family ancestor. Unable to break through to the fourth decline, he had aged over time, yet his combat strength at the late stage of the fourth decline was enough to place him on the same level as the ancestors.

Experts at the fifth decline were too rare, and those who reached that level were entirely focused on cultivation, striving for the Void-Breaking Realm; few ever emerged into the world. This meant that the late stage of the fourth decline was effectively the pinnacle of what a Celestial Human overlord could hope to be.

"But you are old, your vitality dried up. If we truly fight, you will lose without a doubt." Lin Fan stated coldly. The fist favors the young and vigorous; though this old man was powerful, if it truly came to a fight, he would not necessarily lose.