184: Mr. Wu... indeed made his move.

"Deputy Hall Master... we..." a heavily injured Elder said with a trembling voice.

"Shut up!" Ghostly's eyes turned fierce. "Everyone, burn your essence blood and cast the Forbidden Technique!"

"Even if we have to risk everything today, we must kill him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took the lead in biting the tip of his tongue and spitting out three mouthfuls of essence blood!

The essence blood turned into a bloody mist and merged into his body!

Ghostly's aura suddenly surged!

From Half-step Martial Venerable, it was forcibly raised to... a true Early Stage Martial Venerable!

Although it was only temporary, and his cultivation would plummet afterward, or he might even lose his life...

But he didn't care anymore!

"Lin Fan!!!" Ghostly roared hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot. "To force me to use a Forbidden Technique, you have reason to be proud!"

"But it ends here!"

"Take this Dark Hall Forbidden Technique..."

"Nine Nether Yellow Springs Finger!!!"

He pointed a finger!

Endless Death Qi gathered at his fingertip, as if opening the gates of Nine Nether Hell!

A finger force, pitch-black as ink and emitting an endless aura of death, shot through the air!

Wherever the finger force passed, all things withered, life was cut off, and even the Laws were dying!

This was a true strike of a Martial Venerable!

And it was a Martial Venerable strike containing the Death Law!

Facing this terrifying finger, Lin Fan finally... smiled.

He smiled... very brightly.

"This is more like it..."

"Finally, a decent opponent."

He took a deep breath, and the Chaos Prototype within his body operated frantically!

The 78% Chaos Prototype was pushed to its limit at this moment!

The triple-Law Fusion Domain expanded once again, but this time...

Lin Fan was going to do something crazy.

"Chaos Manifestation Technique... Four Laws Fusion!"

After Fire, Water, and Earth... add one more...

Metal!

The Metal Law governed slaughter and sharpness!

Under the mediation of Chaos, the four Laws began to forcibly merge!

Although it was more difficult and could only be maintained for a single breath...

The power that erupted in that instant...

Made the entire Holy City tremble!

"Chaos... Heaven-Opening Punch: Four-Law Version!"

Lin Fan threw a punch!

A greyish punch imprint, flowing with red, blue, yellow, and white light, shot through the air!

Within the punch imprint, the heat of fire, the length of water, the heaviness of earth, and the sharpness of metal—the four Laws perfectly merged, and under the governance of Chaos, they became one!

The power of this punch...

Had truly reached the Peak of Early Stage Martial Venerable!

It even... touched the threshold of Middle Stage Martial Venerable!

The punch imprint collided with the finger force.

Sss...!!!

There was no explosion.

Only a strange sight... as if two completely different "Daos" were annihilating each other.

The moment the Death finger force touched the punch imprint, it began to crumble and dissipate.

And the punch imprint was also being consumed rapidly.

Three breaths later.

The finger force was completely annihilated.

The punch imprint still had thirty percent of its power remaining, and its momentum undiminished, it blasted toward Ghostly!

"No...!!!"

Ghostly's pupils shrank suddenly, and he frantically activated his Protective Aura!

However.

Puchi!!!

The punch imprint shattered the Protective Aura and pierced through his chest!

Ghostly lowered his head, looking at the bowl-sized bloody hole in his chest, his eyes full of resentment and disbelief.

"I... how could I..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his body exploded, turning into a mist of blood.

The Deputy Hall Master of the Dark Hall, Ghostly...

Dead!

[Ding! Defeated Half-step Martial Venerable Ghostly, prestige value +50,000!]

[Current prestige value: 448,000 points!]

Seeing this, the remaining dozen or so Peak Martial Emperors were scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, and they turned to flee!

"Thinking of running now?"

Lin Fan sneered and waved his hand.

"Chaos Domain... Seal!"

The greyish Chaos Domain expanded instantly, enveloping everyone within it!

Within the Domain, the three Laws overlapped, manifesting thousands of attacks!

Fire rain! Ice spears! Earth spikes!

Covering the sky and the earth, with nowhere to escape!

"Ah...!!!"

Screams of agony rose and fell.

Ten breaths later.

The Chaos Domain dissipated.

More than thirty Peak Martial Emperors... all dead!

Corpses were everywhere, and blood flowed like a river.

Lin Fan stood in the center of the pool of blood, his body completely untainted by dust.

He looked up at a certain spot in the Void Realm:

"Have you seen enough?"

In the Void Realm, a figure slowly emerged.

It was Seventh Master.

"Lin Fan, you..." Seventh Master's eyes were full of complexity, "You are even stronger than I imagined."

"I'm okay," Lin Fan said indifferently, "Mainly because the opponents were too weak."

Seventh Master smiled bitterly.

More than thirty Peak Martial Emperors and one Half-step Martial Venerable, and he calls that too weak?

"The Dark Hall suffered heavy losses this time and won't dare to come looking for you again for a while," Seventh Master said. "But as for Fifth Sir... I'm afraid he won't let it go."

"Whatever," Lin Fan didn't care at all. "If he wants to play, I'll accompany him."

"It's good that you have this confidence," Seventh Master nodded. "But serious business is more important. Be careful during the Practical Combat Assessment in three days. Fifth Sir might tamper with it."

"Understood."

"Additionally..." Seventh Master paused, "You can already collect the rewards for the Prodigy Battle champion. The right to apply for plane traverse resources can be used at any time."

Lin Fan's eyes lit up.

"But I must warn you," Seventh Master said solemnly. "Plane traversal requires precise coordinates; otherwise, you will get lost in the Void Realm. You..."

"I have the coordinates," Lin Fan interrupted him.

Seventh Master was stunned: "You have them?"

"Yes." Lin Fan didn't say much more.

Seventh Master gave him a deep look and finally nodded: "Fine. Then after you pass the reserve assessment and officially become a member of the Reserve, you can apply."

"Thank you."

After Seventh Master left, Lin Fan returned to his base.

Qin Yue and Su Muyu immediately surrounded him.

"Brother Fan! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Lin Fan smiled, "I'm just a bit... hungry."

The two women: "..."

You just killed over thirty Peak Martial Emperors, and you say you're hungry?

Just how big is this guy's heart?

"Alright, go and Cultivate," Lin Fan waved his hand. "I still have some things to handle."

Returning to the cultivation room.

Lin Fan opened the System panel.

prestige value: 448,000!

Only 52,000 away from 500,000!

"Almost there... another 50,000, and it'll be enough!"

A flash of excitement crossed his eyes.

The plane coordinates are within reach!

Earth, wait for me!

Three days later.

The Practical Combat Assessment began.

Location: The "Simulated Battlefield" outside the Holy City... a wasteland enveloped by a grand Formation, simulating various battlefield environments, as well as projections of alien races and Vicious Beasts condensed by the Formation.

Nearly a hundred reserve candidates gathered at the battlefield entrance.

Venerable Black Feather stood at the front and said loudly:

"Rules of the Practical Combat Assessment: Hunt alien race and Vicious Beast projections. Scores will be based on the number and Rank of the kills."

"Assessment duration: Three days."

"The top twenty scorers will enter the third stage of the mission assessment."

"Now, enter the battlefield!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone rushed into the battlefield.

Lin Fan also walked in.

As soon as he stepped into the battlefield, he felt... something was wrong.

The surrounding environment seemed to be changing.

"An Illusion Formation?"

Lin Fan narrowed his eyes.

This wasn't an ordinary Simulated Battlefield, but... a battlefield that had been tampered with!

"Fifth Sir... has indeed made his move."

A cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Then..."

"I'll play along with you."

[Ding! Entered a tampered Simulated Battlefield, domineering as ever, prestige value +5,000!]

[Current prestige value: 453,000 points!]