Chapter 548: Why So Serious

"Haha!"

The moment Lin Fan swallowed that wisp of the Might King's primordial spirit, the Might King suddenly burst into wild laughter.

"Foolish ant, daring to swallow this king into your belly—then this king will devour your divine sense, seize your body, and everything you have will be mine: wealth, flesh, cultivation, women. Hehe, especially your women—I'll train them well." The Might King laughed coldly, as if he hadn't expected this human to swallow him.

"Idiot." Lin Fan didn't want to say much; he felt the Might King was truly foolish.

"You..." The Might King hadn't expected this human to be so insolent even when disaster loomed, and his primordial spirit trembled with rage.

"Fine, I'll let you know my power. Devour, devour!" The wisp of the Might King's primordial spirit roared ferociously, having lost all patience, determined to devour this detestable human.

1!

2!

3!

Time's up.

Lin Fan counted silently. Now that he dared to devour all things, he wouldn't just eat anything without some capital.

"Ah! What is this? How is it possible? No..."

Just as Lin Fan had expected, the Might King's screams came.

"What a moron." Lin Fan sighed. The young master has a system inside him—does he know what a system is? It's an omnipotent existence. This Might King wants to devour the young master? A pipe dream.

"Ding, congratulations on killing a wisp of the Might King's primordial spirit."

"Ding, congratulations on gaining 200,000 experience."

"Ding, congratulations on leveling up."

"Cultivation: Desolate Heaven Stage Great Perfection."

"Awesome! So damn awesome!" At this moment, Lin Fan felt elated. He hadn't expected a wisp of the Might King's primordial spirit to grant so much experience—truly wonderful.

If he could kill the Might King's true body, the experience would skyrocket.

But what pained Lin Fan was that the hard-earned Saint Yang Pills were all consumed. He had gone from being somewhat wealthy to a pauper in an instant.

And the culprit behind all this was Long Mutian.

Long Mutian saw the Human Emperor looking at him, and his heart skipped a beat, feeling something was wrong. But then he thought it shouldn't be—he had no enmity with the Human Emperor, so why would the Human Emperor hate him?

"Long live the Human Emperor!" Long Mutian was the first to cheer.

The myriad races' beings, still immersed in shock, also began to cheer.

"The Human Emperor is invincible!"

"The Human Emperor is the strongest!"

...

For the myriad races' beings, this had already blown their minds—too shocking, too domineering.

The ancient powerhouse Might King had been slain by the Human Emperor; who else could be his match?

Now, the myriad races' beings had become die-hard fans of the Human Emperor, cheering wildly.

Candle Dragon and the others were also in shock, unable to snap out of it for a long time.

"Human Emperor." Candle Dragon looked at Lin Fan floating in the void, his expression gradually changing, then becoming as fanatical as the myriad races' beings. "Long live..."

Who says mature people can't be fanatical? They just haven't met someone who makes them so.

In the Ancient Saint Realm, strength reigns supreme.

And the power Lin Fan had displayed had already won them over.

It wasn't just his strength that convinced them, but even more so his courage, which made Candle Dragon and the others bow in admiration.

Lin Fan calmly watched it all, eventually indulging in the waves of praise.

...

In a secret chamber of a distant royal city.

The Might King suddenly opened his eyes, his already gloomy face turning even darker.

"Damnable bastard, daring to cut down my primordial spirit!" The Might King was truly enraged now.

He had been breaking through a bottleneck to a higher realm, but at the critical moment, his bloodline trembled slightly, and he learned that his child had been slain.

Flesh and blood were connected, so he was naturally furious. He separated a wisp of his primordial spirit, crossing the heavens to kill directly.

But he hadn't expected that detestable human would dare to kill even his primordial spirit—truly abominable.

At first, the Might King had indeed been startled by Lin Fan, unsure of his depth. If the opponent were a strong expert, engaging in battle would allow the opponent to trace back along the primordial spirit's trail.

That would definitely disrupt his critical breakthrough to a higher realm.

But when he learned that the human was bluffing, he became furious and suppressed him without hesitation, intending to crush him completely.

Yet he hadn't expected the human to have so many tricks, causing him to suffer a great loss and have a wisp of his primordial spirit cut down.

Thinking of the human's arrogant expression, the Might King could no longer bear it.

"Damn it, damn it! This king has roamed the eight wastelands for ten thousand years—when have I ever suffered such humiliation?"

"Fine, since that's the case, I'll give up breaking through the realm and kill you, or I'll never be able to quell this hatred!" The Might King was now enraged.

"Break!"

The Might King roared, and the power swirling around him suddenly condensed. The faint golden core shadow that had been forming in the void shattered directly, turning into a powerful force that flowed back into his body.

In an instant, a sharp light burst from the Might King's eyes, piercing through heaven and earth, overlooking all realms.

"Human, this king will grant your wish—my true body descends, and you shall tremble in my terror!" The Might King's eyes were filled with ferocity.

With one hand, he tore open the void and stepped into it, heading toward Despair City.

...

At this moment, Lin Fan was full of charisma, conversing with the elders of the six great sects. Seeing the admiration in their eyes, he felt a little smug.

Thousands of eyes upon him, thousands of people revering him.

What a wonderful feeling this was.

In the Profound Yellow Realm, the young master was this flashy; after arriving in the Ancient Saint Realm, he remained just as flashy.

It seems that capable people, no matter where they go, exude dominance.

The elders of the six great sects had originally wanted to invite Lin Fan to their sects as a guest. In their view, Lin Fan was so powerful that if they could establish some connection, they might get help if they encountered trouble in the Ancient Saint Realm.

But for Lin Fan, time was tight—he didn't have time for visits. It was much better to go slay some ancient clans.

So in the end, Lin Fan calmly refused.

The elders of the six great sects were naturally disappointed, but thinking that the myriad races now had a Human Emperor, they would have a better chance against the ancient clans in the future, so they were still delighted.

Lin Fan watched as the elders of the six great sects used secret techniques to send their disciples back, then he also prepared to leave and continue forward.

Despair City had been overthrown, but ahead lay the Might King. Step by step, he would advance until he slew the supreme ruler of this region.

Only then would he have the true qualifications to challenge the ancient clan supremes.

Just then, as Lin Fan hummed a tune and prepared to leave happily.

The void suddenly exploded with a roar.

"Human, this king's true body has arrived..."

"Huh..." At this moment, Lin Fan stopped in his tracks. His cheerful smile vanished instantly, replaced by a look of utter shock.

"How can there be such a serious ancient clan in this world?" Sweat the size of beans poured down Lin Fan's forehead.

"Elders, I want to visit your sects!" Lin Fan regretted it. Why hadn't he agreed? If he had, he would have successfully left this place.

But now, whatever he said was too late.

Because the Might King had already arrived.