8: The ruins of the fist town, the tower intimidates the scoundrels.

Deadly silence. At the edge of the Molten Ruins, the faint red mist seemed to have frozen from the lightning-fast slaughter just moments ago. The fragments of ghostly green bone arrows drifted down slowly, like snow condensed from poisonous miasma; the assassin's twisted corpse lay limp in the distance, announcing the complete failure of the ambush.

The hands of Lin Xuan and the other two holding their swords were still trembling slightly—not out of fear, but due to extreme shock and excitement. Looking at the back of the figure ahead, who appeared like both a god and a demon, they felt a surge of hot blood rush to their heads. This was the God Child of their Lin Family! How domineering! How powerful!

Lin Fan flicked his sleeve, dispersing the residual poisonous powder and energy fluctuations in the air. His cold gaze was like a physical blade, cutting through the shadows of the silent ruins.

“What? You only dare to hide in the dark and fire cold arrows, but don't even have the courage to show your face?” His voice wasn't loud, yet it carried a soul-piercing power that echoed among the broken walls and debris. “Lin Sha, is this the second ‘surprise’ you prepared? It’s quite disappointing.”

After a brief, dead silence, footsteps finally echoed from deep within the ruins.

Accompanied by a cold snort suppressed with endless resentment and alarm, Lin Sha's figure slowly stepped out from behind a massive, broken stone pillar. His face was ashen, and his eyes stared fixedly at Lin Fan like a venomous snake, looking as if he wanted to swallow him alive. Beside him followed four other gloomy young men, each possessing a cultivation at the Late Stage of the Spiritual Sea Realm. Their eyes were numb and fierce, clearly Death Soldiers meticulously cultivated by the Grand Elder.

Including the assassin previously killed by Lin Fan's punch, Lin Sha had brought a total of six Late Stage Spiritual Sea Realm Death Soldiers into the Ancient Domain. This was no small investment, and the goal was to strangle Lin Fan here at any cost.

“Lin Fan!” Lin Sha's voice was somewhat distorted due to extreme rage. “Don't be so smug! You're just relying on your strange Physical Body and that broken pagoda! Just now was only an appetizer; now, the real...”

Before he could finish his sentence, Lin Fan couldn't be bothered to listen anymore.

“Noisy.” As these two words were uttered, Lin Fan moved.

Without warning, his figure instantly blurred, leaving only a faint golden afterimage in place. In the next instant, he appeared among the four Death Soldiers like a specter!

Fast! Extremely fast!

The Eternal Indestructible Body brought not only strength but also a terrifying speed that far surpassed those of the same rank!

“Indestructible Divine King Fist, Sweeping the Eight Wastelands!” He struck out with both fists. It was still the most pure physical strength, yet the fist momentum was completely different from before. A domineering, fierce, and invincible Fist Intent—as if to clear the universe and purge all filth—erupted violently!

His fists traced profound trajectories; they seemed slow, but in reality, they instantly enveloped all the space the four Death Soldiers could use to dodge.

Those four Death Soldiers were also battle-hardened veterans. Their reactions were incredibly fast as they instantly erupted with spiritual power, meeting Lin Fan's fists together with fists, palms, or claws carrying sinister and vicious winds.

However, in the face of absolute power and a difference in quality, numbers were meaningless.

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!” Four muffled sounds exploded almost simultaneously!

The moment fists and palms met, the ferocity on the faces of the four Death Soldiers instantly turned into boundless horror and pain. They felt as if their attacks had collided with a crushing Primordial Divine Mountain. Their condensed spiritual power shattered like bubbles, and immediately after, an indescribable, terrifying force surged brutally into their bodies through their arms!

“Crack! Crack! Crack!” The tooth-aching sound of breaking bones rang out like popping beans.

The four figures were sent flying backward like kites with severed strings at a speed even faster than they had come. They sprayed blood from their mouths, drawing tragic arcs in the air before slamming heavily against the ruined walls in the distance. Their muscles and bones were completely shattered, and they slid to the ground like limp mud, clearly unable to survive.

One punch! Just one punch! Four Late Stage Spiritual Sea Realm Death Soldiers, despite joining forces, were easily killed by Lin Fan as if he were swatting flies!

The entire area fell into a deathly silence once more.

The sinister grin and harsh words on Lin Sha's face froze completely, turning into total sluggishness and disbelief. He watched helplessly as his greatest reliance—four meticulously cultivated Death Soldiers—turned into four corpses in a single encounter. His mind went blank.

How is this possible?! How could his strength increase so rapidly?! What kind of fist technique was that?!

Fear, like a cold venomous snake, instantly tightened around his heart.

Lin Fan slowly withdrew his fists, his gaze falling back onto the pale-faced Lin Sha as he stepped forward one pace at a time. His footsteps were exceptionally clear in the silent ruins, like a life-claiming drumbeat pounding on Lin Sha's heart.

“Now, it's your turn.” Lin Fan's voice was flat, yet it carried a coldness like a death sentence.

“No! Don't come over!” Lin Sha shrieked, completely losing his composure. He retreated frantically while waving his hands, throwing out various glowing spiritual talismans at Lin Fan as if they cost nothing.

Fireball Talismans, Ice Spear Talismans, Golden Blade Talismans, Earth Prison Talismans—for a moment, colorful lights of spiritual techniques submerged Lin Fan, with explosions ringing out incessantly and smoke filling the air.

These were all life-saving spiritual talismans bestowed by the Grand Elder. Each one was equivalent to a full-strength strike from a Peak Spiritual Sea Realm Cultivator, possessing startling power.

However, as the dust settled, Lin Fan's figure continued to walk forward steadily. Those talisman attacks, which were enough to heavily injure or even kill an ordinary Peak Spiritual Sea Realm Cultivator, did nothing more than cause the faint golden blood-qi halo on his body to ripple slightly. They couldn't even damage a corner of his clothes!

The Eternal Indestructible Body began to show its prowess: impervious to all techniques!

“Monster! You're a monster!” Lin Sha's mental state completely collapsed, and he turned to run for his life.

“Wanting to leave now? It's too late.”

Lin Fan's gaze turned cold, and a flash of clear light appeared above his head as the phantom of the star pagoda emerged once more.

“Suppress!” The pagoda phantom rotated, and a powerful binding force instantly enveloped Lin Sha. Lin Sha felt as if the space around him had turned into a viscous mire; every step felt as heavy as a thousand catties, and his speed plummeted.

“No! Lin Fan! You can't kill me! My grandfather is the Grand Elder! If you kill me, you will surely die once you leave!” Lin Sha roared in terror as he felt the physical killing intent behind him, attempting to use his background as a threat.

“Heh,” Lin Fan sneered, his footsteps never stopping. “In the Meteor Star Ancient Domain, life and death are left to fate. If you die here, what does it have to do with me?”

Before his voice finished, he pointed his fingers like a sword, and a condensed golden finger-wind shot out, heading straight for Lin Sha's back! This finger contained a trace of the true intent of the Indestructible Divine King Fist, enough to pierce through metal and stone.

Sensing a fatal crisis, a flash of madness and heartache crossed Lin Sha's eyes. He violently crushed an ancient jade pendant hidden in his sleeve!

“Buzz!” A heavy, earthy-yellow light shield instantly enveloped him. Runes flowed upon the shield, emitting an aura far exceeding the Spiritual Sea Realm—it was actually a precious defensive Talisman Treasure!

“Clang!” The golden finger-wind struck the light shield, producing the sound of clashing metal. The shield shook violently, and its runes flickered uncertainly, but it did not shatter immediately.

“Hahaha! Lin Fan! This is the ‘Thick Earth Talisman Treasure’ refined by a Divine Power Realm Cultivator. You can't break it! Once I get out, I will definitely—” Seeing the Talisman Treasure take effect, Lin Sha felt slightly relieved and broke into a resentful, wild laugh again.

But his laughter stopped abruptly.

Because Lin Fan had lost his patience.

“A turtle shell? I'll just shatter it with one punch.”

He no longer used finger-winds. Instead, he clenched his right fist, and the blood-qi within his body surged and roared like a great river. A faint golden light condensed on his fist, as if he were holding a miniature sun! That fierce and domineering Indestructible Fist Intent that swept the eight wastelands was raised to its Peak!

“Indestructible Divine King Fist, Break!” A simple and direct punch, yet one that condensed all of Lin Fan's current essence, energy, and spirit, slammed fiercely against that earthy-yellow light shield!

“Crack!” A crisp sound like glass shattering spread in all directions.

The Thick Earth Talisman Treasure shield, which was enough to withstand several attacks from an Early Stage Divine Power Realm Cultivator, couldn't even hold out for a single breath under Lin Fan's ultimate punch containing the Indestructible Fist Intent. It became covered in spiderweb-like cracks and then exploded violently, dissipating into a sky full of light spots!

“No!!!” The wild laugh on Lin Sha's face turned into a distortion of extreme fear.

The fist's momentum remained unspent as it slammed heavily into his back!

“Puff!” Lin Sha's body was like it had been hit by a high-speed Primordial War Chariot. His entire body folded into a bizarre arc; his sternum shattered instantly, and his internal organs turned into mush. His eyeballs bulged, filled with endless regret and resentment. Blood gushed from his mouth and nose like a fountain as his body flew out limply, collapsing a ruined wall and being buried under the rubble, devoid of any life.

One of the sharpest blades of the Grand Elder's lineage among the younger generation, Lin Sha, had fallen!

Lin Fan slowly withdrew his fist, calming the churning blood-qi in his body. Continuously activating the Indestructible Divine King Fist was no small burden for him. His gaze swept over the corpses on the ground, his eyes showing no emotion.

To be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself. He understood this principle better than anyone.

He walked to the place where Lin Sha was buried. His Delusion-Breaking Divine Pupils swept over the area, and he pulled out a Storage Pouch and some scattered items from under the rubble. Among them, a bone talisman for communication flashing with red light caught his attention.

“As expected, there are further backup plans...” Lin Fan sent his Divine Sense inside and immediately perceived a weak Divine Thought mark remaining in the bone talisman, pointing toward a certain direction deeper within the Ancient Domain.

He snorted coldly. With a burst of faint golden blood-qi from his palm, he directly shattered the bone talisman along with the Divine Thought mark into nothingness.

“God Child...” Only then did Lin Xuan and the other two dare to step forward. Looking at the mess on the ground and the Storage Pouch in Lin Fan's hand, their throats felt a bit dry. Everything had happened too fast and was too shocking.

“Clean up and take what's useful.” Lin Fan tossed Lin Sha's Storage Pouch to Lin Xuan. “Leave this place as soon as possible. The commotion just now wasn't small; it might attract other things.”

“Yes!” Lin Xuan quickly complied, leading the other two to swiftly clear the battlefield.

Lin Fan, meanwhile, looked toward the Shattered Star Canyon with a deep gaze. The bone talisman for help that Lin Sha crushed before his death, as well as some crude maps of the canyon's inner regions in his Storage Pouch, all indicated that the Grand Elder's final killing move—or rather, the true dangers and opportunities within this Ancient Domain—were all there.

“Shattered Star Canyon...” he whispered to himself. Feeling his power becoming increasingly vigorous due to the battle and the digestion of the Fiend-Devil Origin, along with the increasingly clear Concept of the Indestructible Divine King Fist in his mind, a strong desire for exploration arose spontaneously.

He was becoming more and more interested in this Meteor Star Ancient Domain.