87: Humanoid Radar Method Slaughters the Entire Family

The voice fell.

The Martial God Tower shook violently!

On the tower's body, billions of ancient runes lit up simultaneously, erupting with a golden light that illuminated the heavens!

A will more vast, more ancient, and more terrifying than the Domains of the Three Emperors... awakened!

"Martial Maniac! It's you?!" The Red Dragon Martial Emperor's voice carried a hint of horror for the first time.

"You actually left a strand of True Soul here?!" The Ice Phoenix Martial Emperor's tone was solemn.

"Martial Maniac, this matter has nothing to do with you! Step aside!" The Demon Ape Martial Emperor roared.

At the top of the Martial God Tower, a scruffy phantom image slowly condensed; it was indeed the inheritance spirit, the Martial Maniac.

He picked his ear and looked lazily at the sky:

"Nothing to do with this old man?"

"This kid is this old man's successor."

"If you want to kill him, you're slapping this old man's face."

The Martial Maniac's phantom image grinned, a malicious smile:

"And this old man's face..."

He slowly raised his right hand, fingers spread wide, and gently clenched them toward the three Domains.

"You can't afford to strike it."

Buzz!!!

A giant hand that covered the entire sky of the Ruins, condensed entirely from the True Intent of Martial Arts, appeared out of thin air!

The giant hand gently grabbed at the three Domains!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The three Martial Emperor Domains, like fragile glass, shattered inch by inch!

"Martial Maniac! How dare you!!!" The Three Emperors were both shocked and furious.

"Get lost."

The Martial Maniac's phantom image spat out a single word.

The giant hand that covered the sky slapped toward the three massive hands above the heavens!

Slap!!!!

A crisp and loud sound echoed through the heavens!

The three massive hands were sent flying backward by this slap, sent flying who knows how many tens of thousands of miles away!

The sky of the Ruins returned to "calm."

Although it was already fragmented, revealing countless Spatial Rifts.

But at least, the Three Emperors had retreated.

The Martial Maniac's phantom image turned around, looked at Lin Fan, who was covered in blood and on the brink of death, and sighed.

"Kid, your ability to cause trouble is even greater than mine back then."

Lin Fan coughed up blood and grinned. "I'm flattered."

"Flattered my foot!" The Martial Maniac rolled his eyes. "The Three Emperors may have retreated, but it's only temporary."

"Their main bodies haven't arrived yet; that was just a projection from across the void. Once their true selves descend, this Remnant Soul of mine won't be able to stop them."

"Then what should we do?" Qin Yue asked urgently.

The Martial Maniac looked at Lin Fan with a complex gaze:

"The Ruins are about to collapse."

"It wasn't collapsed by the Three Emperors; it was that slap of mine just now that shattered the Foundation of the Ruins."

"This space won't last more than fifteen minutes."

He paused and pointed toward the Void Realm rift at the deepest part of the Ruins, which had been suppressed by the Martial God Tower for countless years.

"That place is the entrance to another Plane that the Ruins are connected to."

"In the ancient era, these Ruins were originally a transit station between two Planes. Now that the Ruins are collapsing, the Spatial Turbulence will burst the Seal, and the connection will reopen."

The Martial Maniac looked at Lin Fan:

"Jump in, and you can live."

"But that Plane... is the true Myriad Races Battlefield, where experts are as common as clouds. With your current strength, going there is a near-certain death."

"Stay here and wait for the Three Emperors' true bodies to descend, and you'll have no chance of survival."

"Make your choice."

Lin Fan did not hesitate.

He stood up unsteadily and looked at that pitch-black Void Realm rift.

Then, he turned his head and looked at Su Muyu and Qin Yue.

"You guys..."

"With you!" Su Muyu said decisively.

"Don't even think about leaving us behind." Qin Yue wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

Lin Fan smiled and nodded.

He looked at Wang Xiaoming and the others again.

"God Fan! We also..." Wang Xiaoming bit his teeth.

"You can't." Lin Fan shook his head. "That Plane is too dangerous; I can't take you with me."

He raised his hand, took out several bottles of Medicinal Pills and several Cultivation Technique Jade Slips from the System space, and threw them to Wang Xiaoming.

"Take these and go back alive."

"Tell the people outside..."

Lin Fan paused, a cold golden light flashing in his eyes:

"I, Lin Fan, will be back."

The voice fell.

The collapse of the Ruins accelerated!

The sky shattered completely, the ground began to sink, and Spatial Turbulence surged out like a tide!

The Martial Maniac's phantom image began to dissipate.

"Kid, remember this old man's Legacy."

"If you can one day step onto the Peak of the Martial Dao, remember to come back..."

"And pour a cup of wine on this old man's grave."

The phantom image dissipated completely.

The Martial God Tower collapsed with a boom!

The pitch-black Void Realm rift, losing its suppression, expanded frantically, turning into a Plane Passage a hundred zhang in diameter!

On the other end of the passage, a blood-colored sky was faintly visible, along with... countless majestic palaces floating in the air, phantom images of roaring giant beasts, and figures engaged in slaughter!

The true Myriad Races Battlefield!

"Go!"

Lin Fan shouted lowly, grabbing Su Muyu with one hand and Qin Yue with the other, and leaped toward the Plane Passage!

"God Fan!!!" Wang Xiaoming and the others shouted hoarsely.

Lin Fan looked back, taking one last look at these Ruins that were about to be completely annihilated, at those survivors, and at the world where the original owner had lived for over a decade.

Then, toward the heavens, toward the true bodies of the Three Emperors that were about to descend, and toward all the forces in this world that were hostile to him!

Exerting his last bit of strength, he roared hoarsely:

"You three old dogs! And all those who want to kill me!"

"Listen up, all of you!"

"If I become a Martial Emperor in the future!"

Lin Fan's figure disappeared into the Plane Passage.

The final sentence, like an eternal vow, echoed in the collapsing Ruins:

"I will surely use the Human Radar Method to slaughter your entire sects!!!"

Rumble!!!

The Ruins collapsed completely.

The Plane Passage slowly closed.

Leaving behind only a mess on the ground, and... the temporary exit of a legend.

And a vow that made the entire martial arts world tremble.

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...Inside the Plane Passage.

Lin Fan was heavily injured and near death, his consciousness blurred.

Su Muyu and Qin Yue held onto him tightly, struggling in the violent Spatial Turbulence.

At the end of the passage, that blood-colored sky drew closer and closer.

And Lin Fan, before falling completely unconscious, had only one thought:

"System..."

"Once we get there..."

"For me..."

"Farm points like crazy..."

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[Current Strength: Peak Martial Ancestor (Near death, 90% of Meridians shattered, cultivation wavering)]

[Status: Plane traversing, about to fall into the Myriad Races Battlefield—the true Shura Field!]