Chapter 525: To Despair City, Kill the Despair Marquis

"Hehe, I didn't expect someone to walk right into the trap." The ancient tribe's centurion looked at Lin Fan arrogantly, his eyes flashing with disdain, as if Lin Fan were a mere insignificant creature in his eyes.

The people of this small dragon tribe, seeing Lin Fan suddenly appear, felt a glimmer of hope rise in their hearts.

"Sir, please, save us." The dragon tribe members begged bitterly. They didn't know who Lin Fan was, but at this moment, whoever appeared was their hope.

"Save you? Haha, this guy can't even save himself, and you want him to save you? That's nothing but a dream." The ancient tribe centurion laughed wildly.

Lin Fan calmly looked at these ancient tribesmen, no longer as excited as he used to be when seeing them.

Because these ancient tribesmen were all too weak.

Weaker than chickens.

In Lin Fan's eyes, ancient tribes below the Desolate Heaven rank were all ants, and even those at the Desolate Heaven rank were just grasshoppers slightly stronger than ants.

The villagers of this small dragon tribe, looking at Lin Fan before them, felt boundless hope rise in their hearts. They knew what fate awaited them if they were taken back by the ancient tribe—it would be too horrible to imagine.

In their hearts, the ancient tribe was too cruel, too terrifying.

"You are too weak. You don't stir any excitement in me." Lin Fan shook his head. He had felt a ripple when he first saw a group of ancient tribesmen, but when he got closer, he realized they were nothing but weaklings—too weak, far too weak.

"Haha..." At this moment, the ancient tribe centurion burst into wild laughter.

Lin Fan didn't want to say more to these ancient tribesmen. Saving these dragon tribe people was just a casual act.

At this moment, Lin Fan slowly extended a palm.

"What are you trying to do? Do you think you alone can stand against our ancient tribe?" The ancient tribe centurion sneered, seeing Lin Fan inexplicably stretch out his hand.

But in an instant, the centurion's expression changed drastically.

"Annihilate." Lin Fan raised his palm slightly.

The void was filled with supreme sword intent, tearing through the azure sky, breaking all things. In an instant, it descended, directly slaughtering all the ancient tribesmen.

The villagers of the small dragon tribe, witnessing this scene, were stunned dumbfounded.

They never imagined that the ferocious ancient tribesmen would die like this, without even a trace of resistance.

"Ding, congratulations on killing..."

Lin Fan turned off the system notification. These ant-like ancient tribesmen were nothing to look forward to.

At this moment, Lin Fan moved, continuing forward.

The villagers of the small dragon tribe, watching Lin Fan with his flowing long hair and calm expression, were all filled with awe.

With a mere flip of his hand, these ancient tribesmen, who were invincible in their eyes, died just like that. How could this not shock them?

"Big brother, thank you." The child who had almost been eaten by the ancient tribe wiped away his tears and called out to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan stopped, turned around, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. "You're welcome."

"Benefactor, thank you for saving our tribe. May we ask your name? Our tribe will remember it forever." An elder of the dragon tribe stepped forward and asked.

"Lin Fan."

The villagers of the small tribe remembered this name. They would never forget this person, because he had saved them all.

Just then, several figures suddenly appeared in the void.

"Grandfather, are you alright?" Among the figures, a man hurried to the elder's side and asked anxiously.

"Xiao Sheng, you've finally come."

The man was the elder's grandson. The tribe had been discovered by the ancient tribe because the grandson, on his way back, had killed two ancient tribesmen. Careless in his actions, he was tracked by the ancient tribe, ultimately leading to the tribe's discovery.

At this most critical moment, the man had left the tribe, urgently seeking help from his sect's fellow disciples, and rushed back.

"Grandfather, how did these ancient tribesmen die?" Xie Sheng looked at the corpses, his expression shifting slightly.

He could see that these ancient tribesmen had been pierced by a very strong sword intent.

And the one who could wield such sword intent must have extraordinary swordsmanship. Could it be that a senior from the Sword Clan had come to their rescue?

"Xiao Sheng, that lord saved us. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable." The elder said thankfully.

Xie Sheng now looked at Lin Fan, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. He found that this person seemed ordinary at first glance, but every move he made seemed filled with infinite profundity.

"I am Xie Sheng, a disciple of the Ancient Dragon Sect. Thank you for saving my family." Xie Sheng clasped his fists.

Lin Fan nodded. Looking at the newcomers—three men and one woman—their auras were identical, suggesting they practiced the same cultivation method.

And what sect was the "Ancient Dragon Sect"? It seemed to be a sect founded by some dragon tribe expert.

But what bothered Lin Fan was that the two men and one woman, aside from Xie Sheng, all looked extremely arrogant, as if they looked down on everyone.

If this had happened before, these three would definitely have knelt before his might.

But now, he had little interest. They were too weak, far too weak, and he had no mood to play games with them.

"Lin Fan." Lin Fan said.

"Brother Lin, ahead lies the territory of Despair City. Where are you headed?" Xie Sheng, seeing the direction Lin Fan was taking, kindly reminded him, thinking the other might not know what lay ahead.

After all, the Ancient Saint Realm was vast, and ancient tribes were densely distributed. Sometimes, one could encounter them just by walking.

But at that moment, Xie Sheng was stunned by what Lin Fan said next.

"To Despair City, to kill the Despair Marquis." Lin Fan's expression was calm, as if he were stating something trivial.

"What?" Xie Sheng exclaimed, as if he had misheard. To go to Despair City and kill the Despair Marquis—he had never heard anyone say such a thing so casually.

Moreover, he sensed from Lin Fan an aura that looked down upon the world.

"Hmph, reckless fool." An arrogant man beside Xie Sheng said disdainfully, looking at Lin Fan with contempt.

"Brother Lin, this is my senior brother. He means no harm. But the Despair Marquis is extremely powerful, and there are countless strong ancient tribesmen there. If you go rashly, I'm afraid..." Xie Sheng said worriedly.

"No matter. In Despair City, aside from the Despair Marquis, who might be a match, the rest can be wiped out with a single palm. Well, fate may bring us together again." Lin Fan flicked his sleeve and headed off into the distance.

"Brother Lin..." Xie Sheng wanted to say more, but found Lin Fan already far away. He stood there dumbfounded, his mind in a whirl.

This was the most shocking thing he had heard all day.

"Hmph, arrogant fool. Junior brother, why bother talking to such a conceited person? If he wants to die, let him." Mu Longtian said.

"Exactly. The Despair Marquis is immensely powerful. How could someone so arrogant deal with him? Junior brother, settle your clan members, and we must return." Long Yue'er said.

"This time, the major sects have received reliable information that the Despair Marquis is not in Despair City. We can take the opportunity to overthrow Despair City and rescue the people of the myriad races."

"Whose information is this?"

"It seems to have come from a team called the Justice Team. Their captain, Xia Zehua, managed to gather the information. It should be accurate."

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