Chapter 492: Chapter 492: Shattering the Heavens
Suddenly, Xian's vision blurred. He spun around, discovering Lin Fan standing in the distance, seemingly having appeared out of thin air.
This is bad. This absolutely cannot happen. Otherwise, I'm dead. Xian acknowledged Lin Fan's overwhelming strength, a strength that had already filled him with despair. But the current situation was like being roasted over a fire. If I don't stop you, I'm the one who will die. The Holy Emperor would absolutely not spare him.
Having reached this conclusion, Xian roared furiously, "Insolent! This is the Holy Emperor's palace! How dare you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he attacked Lin Fan. Hit me, please hit me quickly! But please don't hit me too hard, I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand it.
Click! Lin Fan caught Xian's hand. "Why are you sneak-attacking me?"
Facing Lin Fan's question, Xian's expression became apprehensive. He wasn't afraid of Lin Fan. During their brief interaction, he had discovered that this powerful individual was calm and composed, seemingly adhering to a certain set of principles.
He was afraid of the Holy Emperor.
"Stop!"
At this moment, a deep voice boomed, resonating like thunder in Xian's ears, shaking his mind. He hurriedly knelt, respectfully saying, "Greetings, Holy Emperor."
Lin Fan looked at the newcomer. An ordinary-looking man, less handsome than Xian kneeling on the ground, and certainly less handsome than himself, a book lover.
"You are the Holy Emperor?" Lin Fan walked towards the Holy Emperor. Xian, kneeling on the ground, trembled with fear, his mind reeling. What is he doing? That's the Holy Emperor!
The Holy Emperor was quite tall. Lin Fan had to look up at him, giving him a sense of being looked down upon.
"Hello, my name is Lin Fan." Lin Fan extended his hand towards the Holy Emperor.
A polite greeting is often the beginning of a friendly exchange.
The Holy Emperor lowered his gaze, his eyes flashing with disdain. "Who you are is unimportant. Why have you come here?"
Seeing that the other party had no intention of shaking hands, Lin Fan smiled and retracted his hand, not embarrassed, but the other party's unfriendliness made things a bit difficult.
"I'm Ha Lin's uncle. I've come to take him home," Lin Fan said.
"Ha Lin..." The Holy Emperor gave a playful smile. "I haven't heard him mention you."
After speaking, the Holy Emperor's hand reached towards Lin Fan's head.
Lin Fan raised his hand and swatted it away. "Don't play games. He's right, you really aren't a good person."
Xian, kneeling on the ground, turned pale upon hearing these words, staring at Lin Fan in disbelief. How could he say such a thing? I only hinted at it, I didn't say it outright!
Suddenly, Xian felt a chill run down his spine.
The Holy Emperor's gaze fell on Xian. "Is that so? Am I truly not a good person?"
Xian trembled, his mouth dry, a low, timid sound escaping his throat, as if he wanted to speak, but the words were caught in his throat, unable to come out.
Lin Fan said, "Hey! I'm here to pick up Ha Lin. If you don't want to lead the way, I'll go find him myself. Don't bother."
He didn't want to waste time talking with the other party.
Suddenly, the surrounding atmosphere became turbulent.
The Holy Emperor struck a palm towards Lin Fan. This palm was far more terrifying than Xian's. Just as it was about to land on Lin Fan's head, Lin Fan raised his hand, his expression serious.
"I don't want to fight with you. You don't interest me in the slightest."
"He said you were very strong, very powerful."
"But after seeing you, I realize he exaggerated. You're not as powerful as he said."
Lin Fan was already giving the other party a lot of face. Who could understand that feeling of disappointment? Xian had hyped up the Holy Emperor so much, but in the end, after seeing the real person, he was truly disappointed. Perhaps other people's perception of strength was different. The strength in your eyes doesn't represent the strength in others' eyes.
"You're courting death!"
The Holy Emperor was enraged. The sky changed color, a terrifying power converged around him, the resulting pressure forcing the kneeling Xian to retreat further. He knew Lin Fan wouldn't survive, and neither would he. This was all his fault.
Lin Fan clenched his fist, ignoring all the flashy displays, and punched the Holy Emperor in the chest. Bang! The Holy Emperor's body flew backward, crashing into a distant palace.
"So annoying."
He ignored the Holy Emperor and walked towards where Ha Lin was held.
At the entrance, "Halt!"
The two guards guarding the dungeon blocked Lin Fan's path.
Lin Fan ignored their obstruction and continued walking inside. The two guards were enraged, their giant axes slashing towards Lin Fan.
Clang!
In a flash, the giant axes shattered. The two guards were stunned, frozen in place as if they had seen a ghost.
The passage was long, dark, and damp. An unknown wind howled, echoing from within the passage like the wails of a demon.
Until the end.
Clank, clank, clank.
The sound of chains.
Angry roars echoed.
At this moment, Lin Fan's expression changed. The previous carefree demeanor was gone, as was the joy of finding Ha Lin.
The front was a dead end. There, a huge square foundation held a container, like a vase. Chains extended from it, fixed to the four corners of the foundation. White lightning crackled along the chains, as if torturing someone.
No… it wasn't torturing someone, it was Ha Lin.
The head exposed from the container was Ha Lin's.
His long hair covered his face.
His eyes were gouged out, his limbs severed. He was imprisoned like this.
An ordinary person would have died long ago in this situation.
But Ha Lin was still alive.
"Haha..."
Ha Lin's ears were sharp. He seemed to hear something and laughed loudly.
"You bastards! If you have the guts, come at me! Don't think you can get what you want from me! If you have the guts, kill me!"
Ha Lin roared angrily.
Even in this miserable state, he still hadn't given in.
He had become an Emperor, crossing the endless darkness of spacetime to arrive here, thinking he could shine brightly. But he hadn't expected such a terrifying fate.
The secret techniques he learned at the Qian Yuan Sect were no longer enough to support him here.
But the existence of the "Fist Scripture" had allowed him to keep up, gaining prestige and power through it, his cultivation breaking through long ago. But unexpectedly, the Holy Emperor had learned of it.
Ultimately, this was his fate.
He hadn't died because the Holy Emperor wanted to know the cultivation method of his "Fist Scripture." He hadn't spoken, and even if he died, he wouldn't speak. Thus, he had endured this torture until now.
Lin Fan slowly approached Ha Lin, crouched in front of him, brushed aside his long hair with both hands, and gently stroked his face.
"Ha Lin, your uncle is here," Lin Fan whispered.
Ha Lin was about to unleash a torrent of angry words, but upon hearing this voice, he froze, as if time had stopped around him. A surge of emotion welled up inside him.
"Uncle..."
He asked incredulously, feeling like he was dreaming. Perhaps he was hallucinating from the prolonged torture.
"Yes," Lin Fan replied.
A moment of silence.
"Waaah!" Ha Lin burst into tears, tears of blood flowing from the corners of his eyes. "Uncle, it's been over a hundred years, truly over a hundred years..."
For Ha Lin, he truly wanted to cry.
In his dreams, he had longed for his uncle to come and rescue him.
But he knew, how could that be possible? His uncle wouldn't know he was suffering here.
"Don't worry, I'll take you home."
Lin Fan looked around, went to the chains, and gently exerted force. The chains, said to be indestructible, instantly shattered. He then broke the container. Seeing Ha Lin's current state, he gently stroked Ha Lin's head and whispered, "Uncle will avenge you."
The liquid in the container was said to be the most toxic, capable of restraining even immortals. Filling the container was meant to prevent Ha Lin's body from growing, while simultaneously inflicting terrible damage.
Without the poisonous liquid's obstruction, Ha Lin's body began to regenerate. His arms and legs slowly grew back. Having cultivated to Ha Lin's level, as long as there were no restrictions, his body was difficult to destroy.
His gouged-out eyes regenerated.
Able to see the light again, Ha Lin embraced Lin Fan and wept bitterly. It wasn't that he was cowardly, but the torture had been truly terrifying, nearly breaking his spirit.
Lin Fan patted his back gently, comforting him.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Uncle is here."
Outside, the Holy Emperor was already enraged and furious. His long hair flew wildly as he roared. The heavens and earth changed color, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. The entire world felt it.
The cultivators living under the Holy Emperor's shadow were filled with fear and anxiety.
They didn't know what had happened.
Lin Fan carried Ha Lin out.
He saw the Holy Emperor floating in the air, coldly staring at the entrance of the dungeon.
"You are all going to die."
The Holy Emperor's voice came from all directions. He wasn't using his own power, but the power of this world. His will fused with the world, every action affecting the operation of this world.
"I can't leave you alive," Lin Fan said coldly, looking at the Holy Emperor.
He would eventually leave this place, and that day wasn't far off. If he left, the Holy Emperor would definitely come after Ha Lin again. Without his protection, Ha Lin would certainly suffer.
Therefore… the Holy Emperor had to die.
"Haha, what did you say?"
The Holy Emperor, bathed in golden light, with the will of heaven and earth entwined around him, seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. He hooked his finger at Lin Fan disdainfully.
"Uncle, be careful, he's very strong," Ha Lin warned.
His warning was unnecessary.
Lin Fan soared into the air and vanished in an instant, reappearing in front of the Holy Emperor. He didn't say a word, his expression still cold, not even bothering with the pleasantries he had offered before their previous clash.
This was enough to show the seriousness of the situation.
It was no longer time for jokes.
Lin Fan punched the Holy Emperor. The moment of contact shattered a layer of light around the Holy Emperor. A hole ripped open in the sky, and endless celestial river water poured down, drenching the ground.
Pfft!
The Holy Emperor vomited blood, his body cracking. With a loud boom, he fell from the sky, crashing through the ground.
Lin Fan's furious blow was terrifying.
"Impossible..." The Holy Emperor looked at Lin Fan in disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost. He had merged with the will of the world, indestructible, immortal. After all, who could shatter the heavens and earth?
The heavens had taken the blow for him.
That's why it had been pierced.
Now, cracks appeared on the Holy Emperor's body, as if he could shatter at any moment. The sky, too, seemed to tremble, as if the end of the world was approaching.
Xian, hiding in the distance, was dumbfounded.
This… was this something a human could do?
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