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Chapter 194 - 0191: The Situation is Somewhat Awkward

Chapter 194: Chapter 0191: The Situation is Somewhat Awkward

The surrounding disciples gasped in amazement.

"What an intense battle."

They could already feel the overwhelming force sweeping through the arena, making their hearts tremble in awe.

The Saint Heir in a brocade robe narrowed his eyes slightly, a flash of golden light in his irises. His palm slapped the ground, and in an instant, array patterns appeared beneath Lin Fan’s feet. A pillar of light shot into the sky, enveloping Lin Fan within it.

"Thunder Sword Formation."

Crackle! Pop!

Lightning streaked across, tiny bolts crackling and converging into countless Thunder Long Swords. They hummed as they descended in a dense array, raining downwards with explosive force.

Lin Fan remained unflustered, channeling his vast mana and unleashing hundreds of palm strikes in rapid succession, each strike brimming with terrifying power.

Bam!

Bam!

Bam!

Thunderous booms reverberated, the stage drowning in a sea of lightning. The mana shockwaves generated storms that surged into the sky, twisting the clouds and weather.

The elder experts of the Sacred Land waved their hands, layering barriers over the stage. If the fight continued like this, even the surrounding disciples would inevitably be affected.

"This Taiwu Immortal Sect disciple is quite something."

"Indeed. Even with their cultivation suppressed to the Nascent Soul Realm, they still dominate their peers in the same realm. To last this long against him—one has to admit, disciples of the Taiwu Immortal Sect are extraordinary."

These veteran experts had keen eyes. Though watching these disciples spar was no more entertaining than watching children brawl, Lin Fan’s inexplicable strength in such a realm caught their attention—frighteningly powerful, beyond anything they’d ever encountered.

The Saint Heir in the brocade robe grew more alarmed with each passing moment.

The pressure was mounting.

Now he finally understood why Lin Fan had made such confident remarks earlier. If he had truly kept his cultivation at the Golden Core Realm, he might have been completely overpowered.

At that very instant.

The Saint Heir felt an imminent sense of danger.

"Fatian Xiangdi!"

Boom!

Boom!

An earth-shaking wave of energy erupted, Gang Qi sweeping across the stage in a white torrent, stirring violent gales.

Lin Fan’s body began to swell dramatically, his black hair turning crimson as it cascaded down to his waist. His figure shot up to a towering height of over a hundred zhang.

His mastery of ’Fatian Xiangdi’ had reached its peak.

However, his mana could only support him in reaching this height for now.

He was still far from attaining the legendary form of a colossal Dharma Body that spanned ten thousand zhang.

The Sacred Land’s elder experts were stunned, utterly aghast.

They instantly recognized this as ’Fatian Xiangdi’ and marveled at how this young man had cultivated it to such a profound level.

"This is bad—danger’s imminent."

As for the disciples watching from the sidelines.

All they could do now was exclaim in shock.

"So massive!"

"So tall!"

"So imposing!"

Truly, not studying enough and focusing solely on cultivation has its risks—they couldn’t even come up with a proper idiom to praise him.

Among them, one perceptive disciple immediately recognized the divine skill being employed.

At that moment.

The Saint Heir’s expression grew as grim as it could get. Mana coursed through his body as he dared not relax even a fraction.

Lin Fan delivered a heaven-splitting slap, while the brocade-robed Saint Heir stood firm, thrusting a brilliant golden palm upward to intercept.

Boom!

A violent tremor rippled outward.

The Saint Heir’s feet pressed into the ground, yet even the supposedly indestructible stage beneath him cracked under the pressure.

"Hah!"

In an instant, the Saint Heir shifted his right foot slightly, aligning his heel with his fingertips as a deafening dragon roar erupted. A golden Heavenly Dragon Illusion thundered forth from his spine, shaking the battlefield.

This was a mysterious ability the Saint Heir had activated after years of cultivation and absorbing vast amounts of Heavenly Dragon Spirit Qi.

"This kid’s not bad either," Ao Wudi remarked, nodding with satisfaction as he hovered in midair. Cultivators of the Human Clan could indeed unlock extraordinary abilities by absorbing sufficient Heavenly Dragon Spirit Qi. But such occurrences were rare—few possessed the requisite level of enlightenment.

Lin Fan was finding it challenging to suppress his opponent.

Though the opponent had suppressed his cultivation to the Nascent Soul Realm, within that realm he was an invincible force.

If Lin Fan wanted to prevail, he’d have to overwhelm him with divine skills.

"Earth Fire Thunder!"

Lin Fan let out a low roar, activating a minor divine skill. The ground beneath began to surge and boil, the temperature spiking alarmingly. Even his crimson hair, altered from the use of ’Fatian Xiangdi,’ now blazed with scorching flames.

Soon after.

Dark clouds blanketed the heavens, roaring with the fury of lightning dragons. Bolts of lightning intertwined with Earth Fire, conjuring a scene of apocalyptic horror.

"This is truly astonishing. The Taiwu Immortal Sect is not to be underestimated. For one of its disciples to refine even minor divine skills to such an advanced level—it puts us all to shame," an elder remarked in awe.

"Indeed. Normally, with his relatively shallow mana, he shouldn’t be able to fight this long. What carries him is his mastery over divine skills."

"When did divine skills become so easy to cultivate?"

The Sacred Land’s elder experts were at a loss for words. Each of the three divine skills Lin Fan had displayed was honed to such remarkable levels that it would typically take hundreds of years. How could anyone possess such incomprehensible talent and aptitude?

Their minds spun with disbelief.

Even someone as talented as the Saint Heir wouldn’t claim to achieve this in under a century—unless some almighty expert abandoned their own skills, transferring that mastery into someone else.

"Why do I feel as if something’s off here?"

The Saint Heir felt a flicker of unease in his heart. Could he truly lose to his opponent here? But no sooner had the thought appeared than he crushed it outright. What a joke—how could he possibly lose?

As he hesitated for a moment.

Several deadly techniques entwined with Earth Fire and lightning surged toward him.

"Golden Light Chaos!"

In an instant, the Saint Heir stepped back, as thousands of golden lights burst forth from his body. These lights coalesced into resonating instruments—drums, gongs, and other imposing objects of enormous power.

Dong!

Dong!

The rumbling instruments emitted shockwaves that collided with the Earth Fire and lightning, producing dazzling explosions and intense residual forces.

The surrounding disciples couldn’t help but close their eyes.

The brilliance was blinding.

The clash of divine skills was simply fearsome.

They were utterly terrified. This guy had actually fought their senior brother to such an extent without falling behind—how domineering could he possibly be?

The Saint Heir considered stepping back but stopped himself. His pride demanded that he stand his ground. To retreat now would admit to losing even slightly during their divine skill clash just moments ago.

"Impressive. After all this, it’s time we decided the victor."

"I’ve got one more move up my sleeve."

"If this doesn’t work, I’ll concede."

Lin Fan wondered if continuing to outmatch the Saint Heir might risk disrespecting the Sacred Land.

Was winning really so important?

Yes.

In truth, it absolutely was.

"Fine, let’s settle this," the Saint Heir said, taking a deep breath. From his initial carefree attitude to a now solemn demeanor, no one but him knew the sheer mental turmoil he had endured during this exchange.

It was a presence that demanded respect.

He struggled to comprehend the terror standing before him.

How could someone at the Golden Core Realm reach such monstrous levels of power?

Suddenly.

A shocking phenomenon unfolded.

Everyone felt a chill crawl up from the soles of their feet, a suffocating sense of unease washing over them. Their Divine Souls trembled, as if a dreadful entity was about to materialize.

The Supreme Divine Power of the Yellow Springs Hell.

Black mist, foreign to the mortal realm, draped over the heavens. An ancient, blood-stained bridge—desolate and steeped in time’s erosion—manifested in the air.

On one side of the bridge hovered what appeared to be an old woman, her face wrinkled, gripping a bowl, smiling darkly.

Though merely a phantom.

It sent shivers down everyone’s spine.

Gradually, more and more eerie scenes emerged.

Yellow River waters, Wangsi City, the Three-Life Stone—artifacts of the underworld appeared one after the other.

Lin Fan’s cultivation levels heightened his connection with Hell, yet his current mana reserves couldn’t sustain its full manifestation.

Were his mana to grow sufficiently vast, he wouldn’t merely graze the surface.

He would fully materialize the Underworld before them.

Forget the 18 Layers of Hell—even the Ten Halls Yama would materialize, one by one.

Standing a hundred zhang tall, with Hell spiraling around him, Lin Fan resembled nothing less than a creator, reigning over this patch of infernal ground.

Whoosh!

The elder experts of the Sacred Land were no longer calm.

"Supreme Divine Power—this is Supreme Divine Power! The Yellow Springs Hell, an ultimate power of the Demon Clan!"

"Unbelievable. Judging from this display, he has cultivated it to an insanely high level. If not for the limitations of his mana, he might already have fully materialized Hell itself."

Upon hearing this, the elder experts could scarcely find the words to respond.

The Saint Heir furrowed his brow tightly, fully aware of the incoming danger.

"Here it comes. Prepare yourself," Lin Fan warned. After all, this wasn’t a life-or-death duel—etiquette demanded a fair warning before delivering a decisive blow. If he were to wound the Saint Heir with no prior notice, it would hardly seem honorable.

As his words faded.

Lin Fan drew upon the Hell Origin.

A black spear took shape in his hand, its radiance imbued with extinction. He hurled it at the Saint Heir with unparalleled ferocity.

Swish!

The black spear streaked through the air, a beam of light carrying an unstoppable momentum.

The Saint Heir’s aura surged, towering into the heavens as he cast a divine skill, forming a golden palm to meet the black spear head-on.

Boom!

The black spear collided with the golden palm, its blazing black light spinning with devastating force. Creeeak, creeeak—

Crack!

A fissure split across the golden palm, then shattered completely. With a whoosh, the spear hurtled unimpeded toward the Saint Heir, enveloping him in a dire sense of peril.

The Saint Heir inwardly cursed, realizing the gravity of the situation. No longer suppressing his strength, he unleashed the powers of the Unity Realm. A massive surge of mana erupted as he struck out, the energy forming tidal waves that swallowed the spear whole, grinding it to dust.

The stage bathed in resplendent light for miles around abruptly fell silent; all returned to calm.

Lin Fan stood with hands clasped behind him, though inwardly shaken. The disparity in pure mana was undeniable—when his opponent had fully unleashed his Unity Realm power, Lin Fan’s ultimate strike had been neutralized with ease.

Clearly, there was still work to be done.

The Saint Heir stood in place, silent, his gaze fixed on Lin Fan.

He had lost.

It wasn’t a question of lacking power.

Rather, he had failed to uphold the agreement to remain within the Nascent Soul Realm. In the end, he had advanced his cultivation to the Unity Realm. Moreover, blood oozed from his hidden palm.

He was injured.

The sheer destructive power of Lin Fan’s attack had been overwhelming. Had he stubbornly stayed in the Nascent Soul Realm to meet it head-on, he might not have survived unscathed.

But the current situation left him in a difficult position.

What words could he even say?

Should he admit defeat?

Forget it—he indeed had lost. There was no shame in acknowledging reality. Yet, as he prepared to speak, Lin Fan proactively broke the silence.

"Impressive—truly impressive."

"Shall we call it a draw?"