334: Meet the Demon King! General, please watch me dance!

Bone-armored soldiers stood on either side like two silent Reapers, escorting Lin Fan into the interior of the flagship, the "immortal throne."

The corridor was constructed from the vertebrae of some giant beast, with countless translucent Souls still wailing embedded in the walls to serve as lighting. Beneath their feet was Soul Jade, smooth as a mirror and piercingly cold.

However, Lin Fan walked as if he were in his own back garden.

He even had the leisure to wave a friendly hand at a Soul with a distorted face on a mural.

The Soul's wailing abruptly ceased.

The Soul fires in the eyes of the two Bone-armored soldiers flickered, clearly unable to comprehend the thought process of this "sacrifice."

Soon, they reached their destination.

An incredibly grand and empty hall, large enough to contain a mountain range.

At the end of the hall was a throne of bones piled high with the skulls of countless experts. Atop the throne, a terrifying figure clad in hideous bone armor, surrounded by the dark purple Law of Annihilation, rested his chin on one hand with a look of utter boredom.

He was the commander of the Ninth Vanguard Fleet, the Demon Leader.

Below him, a dense crowd of people stood.

Every single one was a prominent figure from the Spirit Realm. Body Integration Stage, Mahayana... They were once Dominators of their respective Star Domains, but now they were like a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, heads bowed, not even daring to breathe loudly.

The entire hall was filled with humiliation, resentment, and despair that had solidified into substance.

"General, that interesting insect has been brought here."

The Adjutant's cold voice broke the dead silence.

The Demon Leader slowly raised his head, his eyes burning with the Soul fire of annihilation falling upon Lin Fan with a hint of scrutiny and amusement.

He could feel that this weak insect, who hadn't even reached the Body Integration Stage, was shrouded in a mist that even he couldn't see through.

"So, you're the insect who blocked a strike from my personal guard outside?"

The Demon Leader's voice seemed to ring directly within the Soul, carrying a high-and-mighty pressure.

"Tell me, what is your purpose."

"Amuse me, or die."

As soon as these words were spoken, a flash of schadenfreude appeared in the eyes of many of the Spirit Realm giants below.

In their eyes, this madman who didn't know the heights of the heavens was as good as dead.

However, Lin Fan's reaction once again exceeded everyone's expectations.

He first straightened his collar, then gave the Demon Leader on the throne a fawning and incredibly bright smile.

"Great, supreme, star-conquering General Demon Leader!"

Lin Fan's voice was clear and full of passion, echoing through the dead-silent hall.

"Your arrival is the greatest glory this barren world has seen in ten thousand ages! Your majesty is as dazzling as a star, illuminating the path forward for us lost lambs!"

"This humble one knows his cultivation is low and has nothing of value to offer. I have only a family 'Dance of Praying to Heaven' that I dare to present to the General, to celebrate you! To bless you! To offer the most sincere salute for your sweeping of the six directions and unification of the eight wastes!"

Once again, the entire place fell into a deathly silence.

All the Spirit Realm experts who had come to pay homage were stunned.

They stared blankly at Lin Fan as if looking at a lunatic, doubting if something was wrong with their ears.

Presenting a dance?

Dance of Praying to Heaven?

Are you fucking insane!

Even the Demon Leader on the throne was stunned, a clear trace of bewilderment showing in his Soul fire of annihilation.

He had campaigned across countless worlds and seen those who groveled, those who chose mutual destruction, and those who wept bitterly... but someone wanting to dance for him in front of all his subordinates... this was definitely the first.

"Interesting..."

A cruel arc curled at the corner of the Demon Leader's mouth.

He wanted to see what kind of tricks this insect was trying to play.

He waved his hand, signaling the soldiers to retreat.

"Granted."

A single word, like a boon.

The smile on Lin Fan's face grew even brighter.

"Thank you, General!"

He bowed deeply to the Demon Leader, then walked to the very center of the hall. Under the gaze of all the Spirit Realm experts and the World-Ending Divine Army, he took a deep breath.

Then, he struck a strange pose.

The next second.

Under everyone's utterly bewildered gazes, Lin Fan began to writhe his body.

At times, it was the standard yet comical chest expansion exercises from Radio Gymnastics.

At times, it was the festive and earthy handkerchief-twirling movements from Errenzhuan.

And at times, it was the demonic and enchanting hip-swaying from the 'Social Shake.'

These vastly different styles, all filled with an extreme sense of the ridiculous, were perfectly fused by him into an unprecedented, bizarre dance full of mental pollution.

He danced so seriously, so devotedly.

It was as if this weren't a trial deciding life and death, but a grand Spring Festival Gala stage belonging to him alone.

The Spirit Realm experts in the hall were completely dumbfounded.

The expressions on their faces went from initial shock to confusion, then to absurdity.

However, this was only the beginning.

Just as Lin Fan's dance reached its climax, a cheerful, festive, and demonic melody poured directly into the minds of every living being present without warning!

"Good Luck Comes, wish you good luck, good luck brings joy and love..."

"Good Luck Comes, our Good Luck Comes, meeting good luck, prospering across the four seas..."

Boom!

If Lin Fan's dance only made everyone feel absurd...

Then this festive and blessing-filled BGM that appeared out of thin air, paired with the scene of world-ending descent and humiliating homage, was like throwing a basin of cold water into a pot of boiling oil!

Instantly, it exploded!

The oppressive, heavy, and despairing hall of homage was completely subverted by this demonic melody and Lin Fan's enchanting dance moves.

"Pfft..."

A Mahayana Old Ancestor who was trying his best to endure could no longer hold it in; unable to suppress his breath, he burst out laughing.

This laugh was like lighting the fuse of a powder keg.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Pfft!"

One, two, ten, a hundred... all the Spirit Realm experts who had come to pay homage went crazy.

They remembered their current situation and the future of their Sects, desperately trying to maintain the sorrow and despair on their faces.

But their eyes were fixed on Lin Fan, who was twisting joyfully in the center, and their ears were filled with the demonic loop of "Good Luck Comes, wish you good luck."

Their shoulders began to shake uncontrollably.

Their faces turned the color of pig liver from holding back their laughter.

Their Dao Hearts, in the face of this extreme absurdity and hilarity, were being repeatedly crushed and were on the verge of collapse!

Humiliation? Despair?

No!

Now, only one thought remained in their minds.

What the Hell is this thing!

Atop the throne.

The hint of amusement on the Demon Leader's face had long since vanished.

His expression went from interested to bewildered, and then to livid.

When he saw those "ants" below, who should have been trembling in fear, now each suffering internal injuries from holding back laughter, his bone-structured face instantly darkened enough to drip water.

Humiliation!

This was an unprecedented, naked, and ultimate humiliation!

He, the commander of the Ninth Vanguard Fleet, the conqueror under the Divine Lord, had actually been turned into a clown in public in his own hall of victory by a lowly insect using a method he completely couldn't understand!

"Vroom—!"

A terrifying killing intent, like ice that hadn't melted for billions of years, instantly enveloped the entire hall.

All the Spirit Realm experts who were holding back laughter felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar; the smiles on their faces instantly froze, replaced by a fear that seeped into their very bones.

The demonic BGM came to an abrupt halt.

Lin Fan also stopped his enchanting dance moves at just the right moment, striking an ending pose he considered very handsome.

He raised his head and met the Demon Leader's eyes, which were enough to freeze the Soul, that bright smile still hanging on his face.

It worked!

This anger value is definitely maxed out!

The KPI is going to explode!

"Insect..."

The Demon Leader slowly stood up from his throne of bones.

Every syllable seemed squeezed out of the depths of Hell, filled with a rage sufficient to annihilate stars.

"You have successfully... enraged me!"

He slowly raised his right hand, a slender index finger pointing at the center of Lin Fan's forehead.

At the tip of his finger, a purple light point of extreme darkness, composed purely of the Law of Annihilation, was frantically condensing and compressing.

The power contained within that light point made the space of the entire hall wail and distort!

"I shall grant you..."

"...the most painful and thorough death in this Universe!"

Below, Li Hanyue's heart had already sunk to the bottom.

She knew the Demon Leader was serious!

With this finger, let alone Lin Fan, even ten of her would be wiped clean in an instant!

However, just a split second before that world-destroying finger was about to be pointed out...

Lin Fan moved.

Instead of being afraid, he faced that terrifying pressure and revealed a brilliant smile once again.

He slowly raised his left hand.

In his palm lay a simple and unadorned jade pendant.