141: What the hell is this monster from the East District?

Mastering a single Law is hard enough, but Lin Fan actually mastered five Laws simultaneously and can even make them cycle through mutual generation?!

What terrifying Law affinity is required for this?! What Heaven-Defying Comprehension Ability?!

"Dark Night Slaughter—Ten Thousand Shadow Raid!"

Ye Wuhen no longer held back, erupting with full power!

In the Eternal Night Domain, countless pitch-black shadows emerged from the darkness, each exuding the aura of a Peak Martial King, holding Shadow Swords as they attacked Lin Fan from all directions!

This was Ye Wuhen's ultimate secret technique; every shadow possessed thirty percent of his strength and was immortal and indestructible—unless the Domain was broken, they were infinite!

"Shadows?"

Lin Fan looked at the densely packed Shadow Swords and suddenly smiled.

"Playing with shadows?"

"I have a friend who is better at this than you."

"But he's not here right now."

"So..."

He raised his right hand, and within his palm, the gray taichu sword intent slowly condensed.

"I'll use this move to play with you for a bit."

"Primal Sword Intent—Earth Cleaver Modified!"

Buzz!!!

The gray sword light burst forth, but this time, it was no longer a single Sword Qi.

Instead... it was countless Sword Intent threads, fine as hair and condensed to the extreme!

Each thread contained the supreme Sword Intent of splitting the heavens and earth and cutting through everything!

The threads, as if possessed of life, frantically wove through the Disorder Domain, turning into a... Sword Intent Net that covered the entire Domain!

Puff puff puff puff puff!!!

The Shadow Swords charged into the sword net like moths to a flame, instantly being sliced, shredded, and annihilated!

They didn't even cause a single ripple!

"What?!"

Ye Wuhen's expression finally changed.

His Ten Thousand Shadow Raid was actually broken so easily?!

What kind of Sword Intent was that?! Why was it so terrifying?!

"It seems your shadows aren't quite up to the task."

Lin Fan's voice rang out again:

"How about you come at me yourself?"

"I'll let you use one hand."

"Generous enough, right?"

[Ding! Breaking Ten Thousand Shadow Raid with the Sword Intent Net, extremely arrogant, prestige value +8000!]

[Current prestige value: 108,070 points!]

The face under Ye Wuhen's mask had turned gloomy to the extreme.

He had dominated the Central District for years; when had he ever suffered such humiliation?!

"Lin Fan... you have successfully enraged me."

Ye Wuhen slowly took off the ghost mask on his face, revealing a pale but handsome face.

Only now, this face was covered in a hideous killing intent.

"Originally, I only wanted to take the top spot on the rankings."

"But now..."

He gripped the pitch-black greatsword with both hands, his killing intent boiling to the extreme:

"I've changed my mind."

"I want you... dead!"

Boom!!!

The Eternal Night Domain shrank frantically, all its power converging onto the greatsword!

Ancient and eerie blood-colored patterns emerged on the blade, emitting a cursed aura that made the Soul tremble!

"Dark Night Ultimate Profound Truth—God-Slaying Cursed Sword!"

A sword strike slashed out!

It was no longer darkness.

But a... blood-colored sword scar condensed purely from the Laws of curse, slaughter, and death!

Wherever the sword scar passed, space decayed, Laws collapsed, and even time was withering!

This strike had already touched the edge of 'Fusion of Laws'!

Its power... was fast approaching the Peak Mid-stage Martial Emperor!

"Finally, something worth looking at."

A flash of excitement crossed Lin Fan's eyes.

He had been waiting for this moment!

Engaging in a life-and-death struggle with a true expert, comprehending Laws and breaking through his limits under extreme pressure!

"Come on!"

Lin Fan advanced instead of retreating, stepping out of the Disorder Domain. He pointed his right fingers like a sword, and the Primal Sword Intent condensed frantically!

"Primal Sword Intent—Return to Origin!"

Buzz!!!

The gray sword light burst forth again, but this time, it was not Earth Cleaver, nor was it Heaven Severer.

Instead... it was returning to Chaos, returning to the source!

The sword light and the blood-colored sword scar collided with a bang!

There was no explosion.

There was no impact.

There was only a... strange silence as if two completely opposite 'Daos' were annihilating and melting each other!

The Laws of curse, slaughter, and death contained within the blood-colored sword scar, upon contact with the Primal Sword Intent, were like meeting a natural nemesis, rapidly disintegrating and dispersing!

And the Primal Sword Intent, in the process of melting the blood-colored sword scar, became even more condensed and pure, faintly touching upon a trace of the true meaning of 'Chaos'!

"No... impossible!!"

Ye Wuhen watched helplessly as his ultimate Profound Truth was melted and disintegrated bit by bit, his eyes filled with disbelief:

"My Cursed Sword contains the power of three fused Laws! How could it be..."

"Fusion of Laws?"

Lin Fan's voice, penetrating the interplay of sword light and sword scar, clearly reached Ye Wuhen's ears:

"At most, yours can be called... a hodgepodge."

"True Fusion is the unification of ten thousand Laws, with Chaos as the foundation."

"You are still far from it."

As his voice fell.

The Primal sword light completely swallowed the blood-colored sword scar. Its momentum unabated, it lightly brushed across Ye Wuhen's chest.

Pfft.

A wound deep enough to see bone extended from his left shoulder all the way to his right abdomen.

Blood gushed out.

Ye Wuhen let out a muffled groan and stumbled back, the pitch-black greatsword in his hand falling to the ground with a 'clang'.

He looked down at the wound on his chest, then looked up at Lin Fan, his eyes filled with confusion, unwillingness, and... deep powerlessness.

Defeated.

He, Ye Wuhen, Young Lord of the Ye Family in the Central District, the Dark Night Death God, had actually... been defeated by a Martial King from the East District!

And it was such a complete defeat!

He hadn't even managed to force out the opponent's trump cards!

"You... who are you exactly?"

Ye Wuhen asked hoarsely.

"Lin Fan."

"East District, Lin Fan."

Ye Wuhen: ...Is that what the hell I was asking?

Lin Fan withdrew his Sword Intent, turned around, and walked toward the depths of the Gobi desert.

Leaving behind only a flat sentence:

"Tell those monsters in the Central District."

"If you want the top spot on the rankings, fine."

"Trade your lives for it."

Ye Wuhen stared blankly at Lin Fan's departing back. Finally, he gave a bitter smile and slowly picked up the greatsword and mask from the ground.

He knew that from today on, the landscape of the younger generation in the Central District... was going to change.

[Ding! Defeated Ye Wuhen, deterred the Prodigies of the Central District, prestige value +15,000!]

[Current prestige value: 123,070 points!]

...The news of Ye Wuhen's defeat spread through the Secret Realm as if it had grown wings.

On the Merit Points Board, Lin Fan's name remained high at the top. His Merit Points had already surpassed the nine thousand mark, leaving the second place behind by nearly two thousand points.

But now, the Prodigies following the rankings felt completely different than before.

If anyone previously thought Lin Fan was just lucky or used some trickery, then Ye Wuhen's defeat was like a loud slap in the face, waking up everyone who harbored such delusions.

"Even Ye Wuhen lost... that's the Dark Night Death God!"

"Just how strong is Lin Fan? Is he really only a Peak Martial King?"

"I heard he only used one sword strike to break Ye Wuhen's Cursed Sword..."

"Damn it, what kind of monster did the East District produce?"

In various parts of the Secret Realm, similar discussions continued to unfold.