191: Chapter 191 A sword comes from the west, blood stains the sky.

The moment Lin Fan stepped out of the secret room, the entire Lin Family Ancestral Land sensed that terrifying aura. It was the pressure of a Great Perfection Realm Lord, mixed with the unique power of Eternity and Annihilation, causing countless Lin Family members to involuntarily kneel on the ground, their hearts welling with an indescribable awe.

But Lin Fan did not linger.

With one step, he reached the sky above the ancestral land. Lin Pojun followed closely behind, pointing toward the northwest:

"Young Lord, Luoxia Valley is three hundred miles away! That's where the two princesses were ambushed!"

Lin Fan's gaze narrowed.

Luoxia Valley was a narrow canyon with thousand-foot cliffs on both sides and only two exits, front and back. If ambushed there, it would indeed be difficult to escape.

"How many people?" he asked.

Lin Pojun gritted his teeth: "According to the reports, there are at least ten Great Perfection Realm Lords and over twenty Peak World Lords. The three Demonic Lords of the Black Demon Abyss, two Blood Kill Envoys from the Shadow Kill Tower, and Huangfu Tian himself is leading the team, along with various experts from the Dark Moon Divine Cult, Golden Sun Sect, and Netherworld Hall..."

Before he could finish, Lin Fan had already disappeared into the horizon.

Leaving only one sentence: "Activate the Great Clan-Protecting Formation; no one is allowed to leave."

Lin Pojun stood there, watching the disappearing streak of light, and murmured:

"Young Lord, you must come back alive."

Three hundred miles was only a distance of a few dozen breaths for a Great Perfection Realm Lord. But when Lin Fan arrived at Luoxia Valley, the scene before him made his pupils shrink.

In the valley, the battle had already been raging for some time.

Huge craters pockmarked the ground, half of the cliffs on both sides had been sheared off, and rubble was scattered everywhere. The air was thick with the scent of blood and the violent residue of various Cultivation Techniques clashing.

At the entrance of the valley, two figures stood back-to-back, struggling to hold on.

Xia Qingyue wore silver armor and held a longsword, the light around her having dimmed considerably. There was blood at the corner of her mouth, and a wound deep enough to see the bone marked her left shoulder, yet she still gritted her teeth, repelling the enemy's attacks with every swing of her sword.

Zi Linger was in even worse shape. Her thunder dragon whip had been broken into two, with only half remaining in her hand. She was covered in blood, her purple dress stained dark red, and her face was deathly pale, but her eyes still burned with Battle Intent.

Surrounding them were over thirty people.

Leading them was Huangfu Tian, standing with his hands behind his back and a cold sneer on his face. Beside him stood three Black-robed figures, the three Demonic Lords of the Black Demon Abyss, with Devilish Qi surging around them. There were also two blood-robed elders, the two Blood Kill Envoys of the Shadow Kill Tower, their auras as cold as venomous snakes.

"Xia Qingyue, Zi Linger," Huangfu Tian spoke, his voice full of triumph, "Why risk your lives for that kid Lin Fan? Surrender, and this seat can spare your lives."

Xia Qingyue looked at him coldly without saying a word.

Zi Linger, however, smiled, though with great difficulty: "Spare our lives? Huangfu Tian, what kind of thing are you? If it weren't for your numbers, this princess could beat you into the ground alone!"

Huangfu Tian's face darkened: "Seeking death!"

With a wave of his hand, the crowd behind him stepped forward in unison.

Xia Qingyue and Zi Linger exchanged a glance, both seeing the determination in each other's eyes.

Today, they would likely die here. But at that moment, a gray sword light descended from the heavens.

Wherever the sword light passed, the three Peak World Lords charging at the front were instantly turned to ashes, not even having time to scream.

The entire field fell silent.

Everyone looked up at the sky in unison.

There, a gray-clad figure stood suspended in the air.

His gray clothes fluttered, his gaze like lightning.

Lin Fan.

"Lin Fan!" Zi Linger cried out in surprise and joy, nearly bursting into tears.

Xia Qingyue also breathed a sigh of relief, her hand holding the sword trembling slightly.

Huangfu Tian's expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously took a step back.

But then he realized—he had over thirty people on his side, including ten Great Perfection Realm Lords and over twenty Peak World Lords. No matter how strong Lin Fan was, he was only one person.

"Lin Fan!" he barked, "You've finally come! Today shall be the day you die!"

Lin Fan didn't look at him.

His gaze fell upon Xia Qingyue and Zi Linger, seeing their bodies covered in wounds, Zi Linger's broken thunder dragon whip, and the bone-deep wound on Xia Qingyue's left shoulder.

A flash of killing intent flickered in his eyes.

That killing intent was faint, so faint it was almost imperceptible.

But the power of the Eternal Annihilation Body surged frantically at that moment.

"You should not have hurt them."

He spoke, his voice terrifyingly calm.

Huangfu Tian sneered: "Should not? Not only will we hurt them, we will kill them! Then we'll kill you and trample the Lin Family!"

He waved his hand: "Everyone, attack!"

Over thirty experts attacked simultaneously, with various techniques blotting out the sky—surging Devilish Qi, soaring blood-light, flashes of blades and swords, palm winds and fist pressure...

Lin Fan did not dodge.

He simply raised his hand.

In his palm, three gray crystals emerged.

Those were the Origin Annihilation Crystals he had condensed over the past three months, each one sufficient to heavily injure a Great Perfection Realm Lord.

All three were released at once—BOOM!!! The moment the crystals exploded, the world lost its color.

Gray light surged out like a tide; wherever it passed, all attacks were annihilated, and all enemies dissolved.

There were no screams, no struggles. Of the thirty-plus experts, half were turned to ashes on the spot.

The rest, including Huangfu Tian, the three Demonic Lords, and the two Blood Kill Envoys, were all heavily injured and sent flying backward, crashing into the canyon walls and creating deep craters.

With one sword strike, sixteen were killed and fourteen were wounded.

The entire field was deathly silent.

The heavily injured enemies lay on the ground, their eyes filled with terror. They looked at the gray figure standing in the air as if they were looking at a monster.

Lin Fan landed on the ground and walked over to Xia Qingyue and Zi Linger.

He looked at them, was silent for a moment, and then said:

"Sorry, I'm late."

Zi Linger stared at him blankly, then suddenly burst into tears with a "Wah" and threw herself into his arms.

Xia Qingyue didn't cry, but she held his hand very, very tightly.

Lin Fan gently patted Zi Linger's back, then released her and turned to face the heavily injured enemies.

Huangfu Tian struggled to crawl out from the rubble, his face covered in blood, his eyes full of fear and indignation.

"Lin Fan..." he said tremblingly, "You cannot kill me. I am the Head of the Huangfu Family. If you kill me, the entire Six Realms will not let you go."

Lin Fan looked at him, his gaze calm.

"Six Realms?" he said indifferently. "If they want to come, let them come."

He raised his hand and struck out with a palm.

Huangfu Tian let out a scream and turned into ashes.

The remaining thirteen heavily injured survivors, including the three Demonic Lords and two Blood Kill Envoys, all looked at him in horror.

Lin Fan didn't look at them again.

He turned, putting one arm around Xia Qingyue and the other around Zi Linger, and soared into the sky.

Behind him, a gray sword light fell.

All thirteen were wiped out.

In Luoxia Valley, only wreckage and bloodstains remained on the ground.

As the wind blew, the scent of blood lingered for a long time. Meanwhile, the gray figure had already disappeared into the distant horizon.