180: Suppressing the Great Sage

As Lin Huan's voice fell, the area near the nebula belt fell into dead silence.

The disdain on the Purple-Robed Youth's face instantly turned to astonishment, followed by laughing in extreme rage:

"How bold! A brat in the Saint King Realm actually dares to spout such wild words before us!"

"It seems you don't know how the word 'death' is written!"

The Barbarian Clan Expert grinned, revealing sharp white teeth, and sneered:

"Brat, your flesh and blood aura is very pure; it's just right for me to have a snack!"

Although the Cultivator from the Nine Nether Mansion did not speak, Death Qi surged around him, locking onto Lin Huan.

Intense killing intent gleamed in his dark green eyes.

Three Great Saint Realm experts simultaneously released majestic pressure, like three invisible mountains, crushing down toward Lin Huan!

Under this pressure, an ordinary Saint King would likely find it difficult even to stand.

However, Lin Huan stood tall like a pine, Primal Origin naturally circulating around him.

The pressure, which was enough to crush stars, landed on him like a clay ox entering the sea, failing to stir up even the slightest ripple.

His eyes were calm, even carrying a hint of eagerness to try.

"Since you won't listen to reason, let's see what you're really made of."

He stopped wasting words, his figure suddenly blurred, and he launched an attack!

His target was the Purple-Robed Youth with the strongest aura!

"You're courting death!"

The Purple-Robed Youth shouted sharply, the Purple Lightning Dragon beneath his feet roared, and it opened its mouth to spew a destructive thunder pillar as thick as a water bucket.

The thunder pillar instantly illuminated the dim nebula belt as it blasted toward Lin Huan!

Before the lightning arrived, the violent Thunder Law already caused the surrounding space to ripple.

At the same time, the Barbarian Clan Expert roared, and the white bone cudgel in his hand surged in size, transforming into a ghastly white mountain ridge phantom.

Carrying the savage power to crush everything, the phantom swept horizontally toward Lin Huan's waist!

The Nine Nether Mansion Cultivator vanished from his spot like a ghost.

The next instant, the shadow behind Lin Huan twisted.

A ghostly claw, wrapped in dense Death Qi with sharp nails, reached out silently, aiming straight for his heart!

Three Great Saints joined forces, a situation meant for a one-hit kill!

Facing these fatal attacks from three directions, Lin Huan's eyes narrowed, and the Primal Origin within his body surged violently!

He first pressed his fingers together like a sword and pointed into the air at the roaring purple thunder pillar!

Chaos luster flickered at his fingertips, and a tiny yet extremely condensed Primal Origin finger radiance shot out, precisely striking the core energy node of the thunder pillar!

"Ssh—!"

That seemingly incomparably violent thunder pillar, once struck by this Primal Origin finger radiance, was like a punctured balloon; its energy structure instantly became chaotic and exploded from within.

The thunder pillar transformed into electric snakes roaming the sky, and most of its power was directly disintegrated!

Immediately after, Lin Huan twisted his waist; without even looking, he threw a backhanded punch backward!

On his fist, Primordial Beginning Qi condensed, as if holding a newly opened Small World, and it collided solidly with the ghostly claw reaching out from the shadow!

"Pfft!"

The ghostly claw, containing dense Death Qi, upon touching the Primal Origin fist radiance, had its Death Qi dissolve and purify rapidly as if encountering its nemesis!

The Nine Nether Mansion Cultivator let out a muffled groan, and the ghostly claw instantly retracted into the shadows, clearly having suffered a hidden loss.

Almost at the same time, Lin Huan used the recoil force to slide upward like a swimming fish, narrowly avoiding the white bone mountain ridge phantom that swept across his waist!

The Barbarian Clan Expert's strike missed, and the terrifying power shook several small meteorites in the distance into powder!

In the blink of an eye, Lin Huan, with the stature of a second-heaven Saint King, had effortlessly neutralized the joint lethal strike of three Great Saints!

"What?!"

The Purple-Robed Youth's pupils shrank, and for the first time, a solemn look appeared on his face.

He realized that the Saint King Realm brat before him was by no means ordinary!

The method used to neutralize his Purple Extreme Divine Thunder was simply unheard of!

The Barbarian Clan Expert and the Nine Nether Mansion Cultivator were also deeply shocked, putting away their last bit of contempt.

"This brat is strange, let's attack together and end this quickly!"

The Purple-Robed Youth stopped being arrogant and shouted sharply.

He formed seals with his hands, lightning flashing around his body, condensing into nine lifelike thunder dragons that roared and charged toward Lin Huan, sealing off all his retreat paths!

The Barbarian Clan Expert roared, his body expanding, his skin taking on a rock-like luster, just like a true Ancient Barbarian War God.

He swung the white bone cudgel, unleashing a Barbarian Clan battle technique, the cudgel shadows like mountains, collapsing the Void Realm!

The Nine Nether Mansion Cultivator's figure completely merged into the shadows.

Countless pitch-black death chains emerged from the Void Realm in all directions like poisonous snakes, winding toward Lin Huan.

The chains were meant to restrict his movements and erode his vitality!

The three of them had clearly gotten serious and were no longer holding back.

Lin Huan was in the center of the storm, but his eyes grew even brighter.

He let out a long whistle, and his Primal Origin Body was fully activated!

Chaos-colored Qi and blood surged into the sky, faintly forming a blurry phantom stepping on Chaos behind him!

He no longer dodged, choosing to meet them head-on!

Swinging both fists, his Primal Origin fist seals shook the heavens and earth.

Every punch contained the power of creation, blasting the roaring thunder dragons apart one by one!

The fist seals clashed hard with the white bone cudgel, emitting a deafening sound of metal clashing.

The Barbarian Clan Expert was actually shocked to the point that his arms went numb, and he retreated repeatedly!

As for the death chains winding toward him, Lin Huan didn't even pay them any mind, letting them wrap around his body.

But the Law of Death contained in the chains, upon contacting his pure and immaculate Primal Origin, dissolved rapidly like ice and snow meeting a scorching sun.

The chains couldn't restrict him at all; instead, they were counter-swallowed and refined by the Primal Origin!

He was like a humanoid Tyrannosaurus, fighting freely amidst the siege of the three Great Saints.

Primordial Beginning Qi swept out, immune to all Laws, his power domineering and unparalleled!

"Impossible! What kind of Physique is he, exactly?!"

The Barbarian Clan Expert's tiger's mouth cracked, blood dripping, his eyes filled with horror.

"My Netherworld Chains are actually ineffective against him?!"

The Nine Nether Mansion Cultivator was forced to reveal himself from the shadows, his aura disordered and disbelieving.

The Purple-Robed Youth's face was livid.

The nine thunder dragons he controlled had all been scattered.

Gritting his teeth, he sacrificed a precious mirror wreathed in Innate purple Qi—the Purple Extreme Thunder Mirror, a damaged quasi-emperor weapon!

"Purple Extreme Thunder Light, Annihilation!"

He spat a mouthful of essence blood onto the mirror surface, and the treasure mirror shone brilliantly.

The mirror surface shot out a deep purple thunder beam, condensed to the extreme and exuding a destructive aura.

Wherever the thunder light passed, space was burned with pitch-black marks!

This was the strongest strike he could unleash!

Facing this strike from a damaged quasi-emperor weapon, which was enough to threaten a quasi-emperor, Lin Huan finally used a Divine Ability.

He moved his hands in front of his chest, and the power of Primal Origin gathered frantically.

The power evolved into a rotating Chaos vortex that seemed capable of devouring everything—the Primal Origin Returning Vortex!

That terrifying deep purple thunder light shot into the vortex like a clay ox entering the sea.

The thunder light struggled and twisted violently but could not break free from the devouring power of the Chaos vortex.

The violent Thunder Law it contained was forcibly decomposed and absorbed!

After a few breaths, the thunder light was completely annihilated.

The Purple-Robed Youth suffered a backlash, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and his aura instantly withered.

The Purple Extreme Thunder Mirror in his hand also dimmed, its spirituality greatly damaged.

"It's time to end this."

Lin Huan's eyes were cold; seizing the moment the opponent's mind was unguarded, his figure appeared before the Purple-Robed Youth like a ghost.

He pressed a fist onto his chest!

"Pfft!"

The protective lightning light shattered like paper.

The Purple-Robed Youth's chest visibly caved in, his bones completely shattered!

With endless terror and unwillingness in his eyes, his body flew backward like a broken sack.

He smashed through several floating meteorites, and finally, his life force was severed; together with the Purple Lightning Dragon beneath his feet, he turned into cosmic dust.

The Barbarian Clan Expert and the Nine Nether Mansion Cultivator were terrified out of their wits!

Even the Purple-Robed Youth, who had used a damaged quasi-emperor weapon, was killed with one punch; how could they still have any Battle Intent?

"Run!"

The two did not hesitate, burning their essence blood and fleeing frantically in different directions!

"Can you get away?"

Lin Huan snorted coldly and pointed his fingers in succession.

Two condensed Primal Origin finger radiances arrived after being launched later, ignoring spatial distance, and instantly caught up with the two fleeing men.

The finger radiances sank into their hearts.

The Barbarian Clan Expert's massive body stiffened.

The majestic Qi and blood and savage Law within his body drained away rapidly like a deflating ball.

In the end, he turned into a shriveled skin sac, drifting in the starry sky.

The Nine Nether Mansion Cultivator let out a shrill ghostly howl.

The Death Qi around his body was purified by the extremely Yang and rigid Primal Origin finger radiance.

His Divine Soul, like ice and snow exposed to the scorching sun, dissolved rapidly and was finally completely annihilated.

In the blink of an eye, three Great Saint Realm experts—two dead, one fled—all perished!

Lin Huan stood alone in the starry sky, the Chaos Qi and blood around his body slowly calming down, his aura remaining steady.

As if he had just performed a warm-up exercise.

He turned his gaze toward that gate to the Emperors Road, which was now completely stabilized and shining with starlight.

The starry vortex behind the gate rotated slowly, emitting an alluring yet dangerous aura.

Without hesitation, Lin Huan took a step forward, his figure submerging into the starlight gate and disappearing.

After he entered, the gate to the Emperors Road flickered a few times and also slowly faded into the Void Realm.

It waited for the next fated person, or perhaps, to remain silent forever.

This nebula belt returned to silence.

Only the residual energy fluctuations and a few specks of dust proved that a short yet intense struggle had just occurred.

And Lin Huan became the first Prodigy of the Lin family to officially step onto the Emperors Road!

His battle for the Emperors Road began from this moment.