Chapter 524: Greetings, Ancient Clans

"Bastard..."

In a resplendent palace, the Fox Emperor, whose will had been forcibly suppressed by Lin Fan, roared in fury. His dignified and domineering face was now twisted with rage.

He had not expected that when he personally intervened, this scoundrel would show him such disrespect. Truly infuriating.

"Husband, what has angered you so?" At that moment, a beautiful woman approached gracefully, every movement exuding a seductive charm that no male creature in the world could resist.

"Hmph, a mere human dares to defy my will. Absolutely detestable." The Fox Emperor's expression softened slightly at the sight of her, then he swept his arm and pulled her into his embrace.

The beautiful woman's soft body pressed close to him, her seductive eyes rippling with allure. "Oh, could it be that human, the Southern Wasteland Sacred Emperor?"

"No. Oh, by the way, Ling'er was killed by that human." The Fox Emperor said.

"Oh." The beautiful woman smiled faintly, not taking it to heart at all.

For the two of them, their daughter being killed did not stir a trace of sorrow—a rare sight indeed.

But for the Fox Emperor, his current rage was solely because that detestable fellow had not shown him respect.

"Someone, find this wretch and kill him." The Fox Emperor commanded harshly.

"Yes..."

...

At this moment, Lin Fan felt the power of the "Demon City" rising again. The bloodline of the ancient great demon was gradually recovering, though it was still far from its peak state.

Back then, the ancient great demon's strength was less than one percent of its former self. Restoring it now was extremely difficult.

But for Lin Fan, this difficulty was negligible, because he believed that one day the ancient great demon would surely recover.

Now, Lin Fan collected the storage rings from those fellows.

"What a bunch of paupers." Lin Fan curled his lips, showing great dissatisfaction.

After all, they were experts at the Desolate Heaven rank. How could they be so poor?

Lin Fan casually tossed these items into the "Demon City" to replenish its power. Though the effect was minimal, it was at least somewhat useful.

"With my current strength, even that Long Xuan could be suppressed instantly. The Despair City controls this region. If I kill all the ancient clans in Despair City, my cultivation will surely skyrocket." Lin Fan thought to himself.

Hadn't he worked so hard all this time just for this day? To achieve supreme enlightenment through slaughter.

Lin Fan quite liked this method of improving strength—leveling up through killing. As long as there were living beings in the world, his power could increase infinitely.

"A Step Across the Horizon."

Lin Fan instantly activated the technique, and a place that seemed as distant as the horizon appeared before him in the blink of an eye.

"Not bad, not bad. This movement technique is truly monstrous. Once its level is raised, who in the future could match my speed?" Lin Fan said.

Now Lin Fan was full of confidence. He could probably make a trip to Despair City. Even the Despair Marquis was not beyond hope of defeating.

Lin Fan had already thought it through. When he first saw the Despair Marquis, he was only at the peak of the Desolate Heaven rank. If they fought, his chances of victory were certainly high.

So Lin Fan didn't want to wait any longer. He meant what he said—now he would go and overthrow this small camp of the ancient clans.

Whoosh!

In an instant, covering hundreds of miles, he vanished between heaven and earth.

...

Dragon Wasteland Valley.

There was once a legend here: a great dragon clan expert fought with an ancient clan supreme for three days and three nights. In the end, the ancient clan supreme killed him, and his enormous corpse fell here, eventually transforming into this endless, desolate Dragon Wasteland Valley.

Of course, outsiders thought this was pure boasting.

A great expert's remains were such a treasure; how could they turn into a wasteland? Clearly, it was fabricated and not to be believed.

"Move faster! Stop dawdling, or we'll eat you!" An ancient clan member cracked a long whip, striking a being from the myriad races.

At that moment, a group of beings from the myriad races were bound by iron chains that glowed with a dark light. These chains were made of refined steel thunder iron, a kind of treasure.

For the ancient clans, such things were used to restrain the myriad races. Anyone who resisted would be paralyzed by the thunder force on the "refined steel thunder iron," leaving them utterly powerless.

"He's just a child. You can't do this." Among this group of myriad races, most were dragon clan members.

These dragon clan members might have been from a small tribe. Looking closely, there were about a hundred of them.

At that moment, a middle-aged dragon woman, seeing an ancient clan member whip a child, stepped in front of him, begging. But what she received was a flurry of lashes.

Screams of pain rang out endlessly.

"Hmph, a bunch of ants dare to act recklessly." The ancient clan members sneered. They hadn't expected to discover a small tribe hiding underground.

Now that Despair City was short of beings from the myriad races, the Despair Marquis was furious. They had been troubled, but now, having found a tribe, they could complete their task.

These ancient clan members shuddered inwardly at the thought of the Despair Marquis's methods of torture—cruel, even more brutal than their own.

"If we weren't so desperate for living beings, I'd have devoured you long ago." The ancient clan chiliarch said coldly, looking at these weak dragon clan members.

These dragon clan members were all native beings. Some had no cultivation, while others had some but were not strong.

Long ago, due to the oppression of the ancient clans, they had gone into hiding. Over time, they gradually formed a small tribe.

"I'm a bit hungry." At that moment, the ancient clan chiliarch rubbed his stomach, his eyes fixed on the child, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Sir, he's still a child." The child's mother, seeing the chiliarch's cruel smile, shuddered and shielded the child behind her.

"Get lost." The chiliarch kicked the woman away and grabbed the child.

"Hehe, what use is a child? Even if I eat him, it won't be a problem." The chiliarch bared sharp teeth, his crimson tongue steaming with heat, as if about to savor a delicacy.

"Stop!"

"You demon!"

The adult males of the small tribe roared in anger, but in the eyes of the ancient clans, they were as weak as ants, utterly powerless.

"Sir, please let my child go. If you want to eat, eat me." The middle-aged woman clung to the chiliarch's leg, begging.

The child, held in the chiliarch's hand, was terrified and wailed loudly.

"Tender, smooth, delicious. Not bad, not bad..." The chiliarch's eyes gleamed with excitement. He opened his mouth wide, ready to swallow the dragon child.

"Greetings, ancient clans..."

Just then, a figure appeared in the distance. He seemed to walk slowly, but in an instant, he was before them.

Lin Fan strolled over leisurely, his hands itching a little.