Chapter 162: You Only Get One Shot!
There were still seven or eight days before the Ancient Treasury would open, so Lin Fan and his group didn't rush their journey.
Along the way, Xiao Diao began teaching Xiao Yan a martial art known as Heavenly Demon God Transformation.
According to Xiao Diao, this was the Heavenly Demon Tiger Clan's signature technique—extremely powerful.
As they traveled, Xiao Yan continued to train in the martial art, adapt to his new humanoid body, and learn the human language.
It took three to four days before the group finally arrived at the most bustling location within the Ancient Land—the Ancient Temple!
Despite the name, what stood before them was no mere temple, but a vast and sprawling city.
It was said that in ancient times, this was once the headquarters of a super sect, and its scale was truly awe-inspiring.
Because this was where the entrance to the Ancient Treasury would open, nearly every capable dynasty from the entire northwestern region had gathered here during this time.
When Lin Fan and his companions arrived, the city was already packed with people—utterly bustling.
Everywhere, people chattered excitedly.
The topic on everyone's lips? Naturally, the Ancient Secret Keys.
Lin Fan and his group also managed to glean a few useful bits of information from the crowd.
"So, the Mo Rock Dynasty, the Desolate Dynasty, and the Nether Spring Dynasty are all here," Lin Fan murmured with a faint smile of anticipation. "Let's go meet the representatives of these three dynasties."
"Did you hear? The Mo Rock Dynasty put a bounty on Lin Fan—one million Nirvana Pills! And he has an Ancient Secret Key too. Tsk tsk… I wonder if he'll even dare show up…"
A voice from the crowd suddenly caught Lin Fan's attention.
His brow arched slightly, and he chuckled. "These Mo Rock Dynasty pests are like flies. This time, I'll swat them all for good."
With that, the group continued deeper into the Ancient Temple.
Not long after, Lin Fan noticed several gazes locking onto him.
Those eyes quickly shifted from confusion to shock—and then to greed.
"That's him! That's Lin Fan!"
"Catch him! One million Nirvana Pills and the Ancient Secret Key will be ours!"
Excited and greedy shouts rang out among the crowd.
"Make way!"
A group of people suddenly pushed their way through the crowd, their eyes locked on Lin Fan with hostility.
"They're from the Great Desert Dynasty—that's a high-tier dynasty!"
Lin Fan didn't even need to ask—onlookers were already providing details, including names and cultivation levels.
"Lin Fan, I don't need to capture you for the bounty. Hand over the Ancient Secret Key, and I'll let you walk away," said a Nirvana stage expert leading the group, holding out his hand.
Behind him, over a dozen subordinates glared at Lin Fan with murderous eyes.
"You trash think you're worthy of asking for the Secret Key?"
Lin Fan shook his head in disdain.
Before they could react, Lin Fan thrust out his right hand. Yuan power surged into his palm, forming a massive energy hand that smashed down upon them!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the blink of an eye, every member of the Great Desert Dynasty's group was sent flying, badly wounded.
Lin Fan then opened his palm, releasing suction force and pulling all their spatial pouches into his hand.
"Consider this your price for keeping your lives."
With that, he stepped forward and continued walking deeper into the Ancient Temple.
Lin Dong and Xiao Yan followed closely, alert and watchful.
Rustle!
The crowd ahead quickly parted, opening a wide path for the trio.
From the shadows, countless eyes followed Lin Fan's calm yet devastating display, uncertainty flickering across their faces.
Storing the spatial pouches, Lin Fan casually drew out the Ancient Secret Key. Immediately, he sensed the fluctuations of the other three keys.
Following that resonance, the three made their way to the very heart of the city.
There, a towering hall stood—the most prominent structure in the city.
Unlike the rest of the bustling city, this hall was quiet and solemn.
Only high-tier dynasties and Nirvana-level experts were allowed inside.
It didn't take long for Lin Fan and his companions to step into the hall.
At the side of the grand hall sat three individuals, each emanating an oppressive aura.
On the left was a shirtless man, his body covered in tattoos and exuding a savage, primal energy.
On the right was a woman clad in dark purple robes. Her features were elegant yet cold, her long black hair falling down a slender frame.
At the center sat a black-clothed young man with sharp, handsome features—he bore a faint resemblance to Shi Xuan, whom Lin Fan had slain back in Mo Rock City.
"You must be Shi Kun of the Mo Rock Dynasty," Lin Fan said calmly, his gaze falling on the man in the center.
"A million Nirvana Pills to put a bounty on me—seems it's time we settle the score."
Hearing this, the shirtless man turned to Shi Kun and laughed. "Looks like your trouble's arrived, Shi Kun!"
The cold-eyed woman simply watched Lin Fan, her expression unreadable.
Shi Kun's gaze gleamed with cold light as he said icily,
"You killed my brother and countless Mo Rock Dynasty warriors. I've been looking for you. Bold of you to show up—clearly, you've come to die."
"You only get one shot," Lin Fan said coolly, raising a single finger and wagging it slightly.
"Arrogant fool!"
Shi Kun's eyes narrowed. With a shout, he waved his hand and summoned a massive golden saber.
The blade gleamed sharply—clearly a powerful Earth-tier spirit treasure.
Swish! Swish!
Shi Kun suddenly stood from his seat, stepping forward as he swung the golden blade, sending dozens of razor-sharp golden slashes flying toward Lin Fan in a storm of destruction.
"So strong! How will Lin Fan respond?"
Even the high-tier dynasty representatives in the hall looked serious. Each of those blade slashes could easily bisect a Nirvana expert.
So many of them together—even a seasoned One Yuan Nirvana stage cultivator would have to take it seriously.
"Great Wilderness Shrouding Heaven Hand!"
Unfazed, Lin Fan let out a low cry. His massive hand shot forward, and a terrifying, pitch-black giant palm formed in an instant inside the hall.
RUMBLE—!
Almost simultaneously, a violent yuan power storm erupted, and thunderous explosions filled the air.
The entire hall dimmed in an instant—only darkness remained.
One hand shrouded the sky; heaven and earth lost their light!
The giant black hand pressed down with terrifying might, crashing toward Shi Kun as if the sky itself were collapsing!
Not only Shi Kun—everyone in the hall felt their breath catch.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The overwhelming saber slashes shattered instantly under the might of the descending black palm.
The giant hand didn't slow—slamming straight down toward Shi Kun's position.
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