Chapter 359: Shock Is Inevitable.

If someone had told her that when her sect faced a great calamity, a man and a beast would be served like ancestors by the female disciples of her sect,

the Sovereign of the Immortal Spirit Sect would have scoffed disdainfully—this was utter nonsense. Yet now, a fact lay before her eyes, leaving no room for disbelief.

The Sovereign of the Immortal Spirit Sect felt as if something were lodged in her chest, unable to let go.

Sacred Maiden Yanran's breath quickened, her chest heaving. She hadn't expected that at this moment, there would still be junior sisters who cared so little about the sect's safety.

Who was this person? What was his origin?

Young as he was, could he possibly be a match for that demon?

Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous.

"Bastard! Immortal Spirit Sect, and you, and that detestable chicken of yours—you will all die under my demonic might! I've had my fun; now I'll crush you all!" Dragon Yama roared. The surging demonic aura condensed, forming a demonic face that looked down upon the world, its狰狞 maw as if about to devour the Immortal Spirit Sect.

The Sovereign of the Immortal Spirit Sect and the supreme elders' faces tightened, sensing disaster. Under this power, they had no confidence they could hold out.

For the Sovereign and the supreme elders, it was a vow to live and die with the sect.

Sacred Maiden Yanran now ignored these deranged junior sisters, focusing instead on the void. She bit her pink lips, her jade fingers clenched until they turned red.

In her eyes, the Immortal Spirit Sect was the strongest existence, yet now a demon had come to their doorstep, bringing them to the brink of destruction.

What disappointed Yanran even more was that these junior sisters showed no regard for the sect—it was heartbreaking.

But no matter what, they were still her junior sisters. Perhaps under this pressure, their minds had collapsed.

Lin Fan, lying there and enjoying himself, felt somewhat helpless.

Couldn't the Sovereign and the supreme elders see how formidable he was?

Why, apart from these female disciples, did everyone overlook him?

Unbelievable, truly unbelievable.

Actually, this wasn't entirely the Immortal Spirit Sect's fault.

His manner of appearance inspired no confidence, and he lay there like a profligate son, enjoying himself.

He had none of the bearing of a master.

"Demon, today the Immortal Spirit Sect will fight you to the death!" The Sovereign stared at the vast demonic aura in the void, letting out a final roar.

"Haha... You want to fight me to the death? You're not worthy!" Dragon Yama laughed wildly, his gloomy laughter chilling the hearts of the Immortal Spirit Sect disciples, filling them with indescribable fear.

"Little demon, stop your damn wailing! You've interrupted a perfectly good sword dance. Do you want to die?" Lin Fan watched a female disciple performing a sword dance, who, unable to bear Dragon Yama's aura, dropped her long sword to the ground.

"Hmm?" Dragon Yama heard this and burned with rage, then sneered, "Boy, you've had your fun. Soon I'll show you what it means to overestimate yourself."

Dragon Yama hated Lin Fan deeply. As men, why was the gap so vast? Even a chicken was better off than him—how could he tolerate it?

Thinking back, he, Dragon Yama, had once been handsome and elegant, but one day everything changed. Hence, he hated all men who lived better than him, especially this one who was so blatantly indulgent.

Torture, severe torture—he would make this man know the consequences of angering him.

"Overestimate myself? Forget it, I can't be bothered to waste words. I'll play with you a bit." Lin Fan glanced at Dragon Yama in the void and waved his hand casually.

Instantly, above Lin Fan, a three-headed, six-armed dharma idol floated in the void.

"Heavenly Sword."

With a light wave of his hand, six swords formed from sword intent appeared in the void.

The three-headed, six-armed dharma idol held swords in its six arms, majestic and awe-inspiring, its three faces calming all directions.

"Go."

Under Lin Fan's efforts, the Formless Demon Art had reached a higher realm. The dharma idol he had cultivated was now far superior to before, especially when combined with sword intent, unleashing unparalleled power.

Though still far inferior to Dragon Yama, it was enough to play with him, at least until the sword dance and massage were over.

"Don't stop, keep going. What a beautiful dance." Lin Fan said softly.

The moment the dharma idol appeared, the Immortal Spirit Sect members were stunned.

"How is this possible?" The Sovereign looked at Lin Fan in disbelief.

She knew about the dharma idol—it required cultivating a high-level technique and reaching a certain realm to condense.

Even in the Eastern Spirit Continent, few who cultivated high-level techniques could condense a dharma idol.

Yet she hadn't expected this young man to possess such ability.

Just then, the Sovereign was startled, discovering something unbelievable.

When the disciples returned from the Burial Sea Demon Land and reported the death of a supreme elder, it was hard for the Sovereign to bear.

Then she heard them describe how a stone coffin had drained the elders of several sects into dried husks.

At that point, she had already found it hard to believe.

After all, if such a powerful demon existed in the world, how could they have survived?

Perhaps these disciples, terrified by the horrors, had started to ramble.

As for the so-called young master who could split heaven and earth with a wave of his hand—in her view, it was impossible.

The world was not lacking in prodigies, but at most, they could quickly reach the Great Perfection of the Great Heaven realm; condensing rule chains required time to settle.

Even condensing a single rule chain could take years, and the more rule chains one had, the slower the cultivation speed.

"Hmph, insolent! A mere dharma idol dares to block me? A fool's dream! Destroy it!" Dragon Yama roared, sending a mass of demonic aura hurtling toward the dharma idol.

"Swish, swish..."

In that instant, the dharma idol moved. The six swords of sword intent slashed through everything, instantly dispersing the demonic aura into smoke.

"You little demon, you can't even defeat my dharma idol, yet you talk about crushing me? Ridiculous." Lin Fan looked at the scene in the void and said disdainfully.

"Cock-a-doodle-doo!" The chick crowed at the void, as if mocking Dragon Yama.

"Bastard!" At this moment, Dragon Yama was utterly enraged, charging directly at the dharma idol.

He would not rest until it was torn to pieces.

Sacred Maiden Yanran watched the scene in the void, completely dumbfounded. This was not what she had imagined.

How could that young man be so powerful?

"Senior Sister, we didn't lie. The master is very strong. That little demon is no match for him."

"Yes, Senior Sister. Lord Chick needs you to rub his belly. Come quickly."

At this moment, Yanran listened to her junior sisters' words and felt utterly ashamed, as if she had been the crazy one all along.

And those who saw most clearly were her junior sisters.

When her junior sisters spoke of the master, she had scoffed, thinking they were mad.

But now, that man, with a casual wave, had conjured a dharma idol that could match the great demon.

The other Immortal Spirit Sect disciples standing there whispered among themselves.

"So the master the senior sisters spoke of really exists."

"Yeah, I didn't believe it at first, but he's really strong."

"And handsome, isn't he?"

"I wish I could swap with the senior sisters. I want to serve the master too."

"Big Senior Sister is so lucky. Lord Chick specifically asked her to rub his belly. I wish I could take her place."

"You can dream, but you're not as pretty as Big Senior Sister."

...

Sacred Maiden Yanran listened to these words, stunned at this moment.

"Yanran, why don't you... go and rub it?" The Sovereign spoke up.

"Ah..." Yanran stared blankly at the Sovereign, her mind in chaos.