Chapter 675: The Gap Between People

Upon hearing this, the Rabbit Clan chieftain's cold, beautiful face flushed bright red, and she shot a glare at those glib-tongued fellows.

But the sudden swelling of Shakyamuni Venerable's once-flat chest to such a size did make the Rabbit Clan chieftain quite envious.

Involuntarily, the Rabbit Clan chieftain looked at Lin Fan, a thought stirring within her. She had always been proud of her figure, but at this moment, she realized that the Human Emperor had a technique to make breasts even larger, and she found herself somewhat hopeful.

Yet this hope was but a fleeting notion.

"Hey, you bald donkey, I told you this punch would be no joke, but you wouldn't listen and had to try it. Now, is there anything you want to say?" Lin Fan said, quite helpless. Some people only regret when it's too late.

Seeing the bald donkey's pained expression, Lin Fan felt a twinge of sorrow.

I never meant to harm anyone, but some people just refuse to believe.

"It hurts so much, it's about to explode." Shakyamuni Venerable covered his chest with both hands, kneading incessantly to ease the pain, but for him, the more he rubbed, the more it hurt.

Gulp!

The myriad-race beings, watching Shakyamuni Venerable knead his nearly bursting chest, couldn't help but swallow hard.

If one ignored the face, this chest was definitely the finest in the Ancient Saint Realm.

Even the voluptuous Rabbit Clan chieftain couldn't compare.

But the current situation was so bizarre that it was hard to look at directly.

"Don't worry, it won't explode. It's just a bit painful. Bear with it, and it'll pass," Lin Fan said comfortingly.

Lin Fan was also taken aback by Shakyamuni Venerable's heaving chest.

It defied science.

Before, to create such a large chest, he had to pound it dozens of times in succession. How had it become so big in one go now? Could it be that the level of 'Black Tiger Steals the Heart' had increased?

"Ouch, I can't take it, I can't take it anymore." Shakyamuni Venerable, such a lofty Buddha, was now writhing on the ground, unable to bear the agony.

His face, once full of Buddhist compassion and kindness, now looked on the verge of tears.

"Don't panic, don't panic. Bear with it, and it'll pass." Lin Fan, seeing Shakyamuni Venerable's current state of pain, felt somewhat helpless. There was nothing he could do.

'Black Tiger Steals the Heart' was incurable.

For the myriad-race beings, today was truly an eye-opener.

With just that one move, even someone as formidable as Shakyamuni Venerable had been reduced to this state.

Just how powerful was this Human Emperor?

At this moment, Shakyamuni Venerable, pale-faced and writhing on the ground, was in agony. He had no idea how things had come to this.

Why had the 'Vajra Indestructible Body of the Wrathful Buddha' been useless?

This time, he had truly lost face.

…

In an instant, Lin Fan turned his gaze to the Ancient Clans. These Ancient Clans had to be slaughtered—if the roots were not pulled, they would sprout again with the spring breeze.

"Bald donkey, you lost the bet. I'm going to kill all these Ancient Clans now," Lin Fan said, looking at Shakyamuni Venerable, who was still writhing on the ground.

Shakyamuni Venerable wanted to say something, but in his current state, he couldn't utter a single word.

Because the swollen chest brought him endless pain.

"Annihilate!"

Lin Fan pointed a finger, and a flash of sword intent burst forth, splitting into two, then four. In an instant, the void was densely packed with sword intent.

"Slash!"

The sword intent descended from the heavens, tearing through everything, sweeping across the land. All the Ancient Clans, without even a chance to react, were instantly slain.

For Lin Fan now, these Ancient Clans no longer provided any experience.

The only useful thing was their essence, spirit, and soul, which could fill the needs of his cave heaven.

In a single breath, hundreds of thousands of Ancient Clans were all killed.

This speed was truly heaven-defying.

The myriad-race beings, witnessing this scene, felt their hearts tremble violently.

Such ruthless methods.

This Human Emperor was far too powerful.

Shakyamuni Venerable was on the verge of fainting. The pain from his chest was already driving him to the brink of collapse.

But seeing those hundreds of thousands of Ancient Clans slaughtered so wastefully made it even harder for him to bear.

Waste, such a waste!

If he had converted them, how much faith would that have generated?

But now, it was too late to say anything.

At that moment, Lin Fan flicked his sleeves, his long hair flowing, his posture quite handsome.

Especially before these myriad-race beings, Lin Fan naturally wanted to show his most friendly side.

"Human Emperor!"

From the crowd, someone shouted loudly.

In an instant, that single shout swelled like a tidal wave.

This was the will of the people. Today, he had made quite a splash. If there were still myriad-race beings who didn't know him in the future, that would be truly strange.

Hearing these cheers, Shakyamuni Venerable was even more heartbroken.

Today, he had lost face, lost dignity, and now even the limelight was gone.

What a sin!

This time out in the world, he must not have checked the almanac. In a hundred years of his career, when had he ever encountered such a thankless situation?

"Everyone, with me, the Human Emperor, here, you can rest assured. The Ancient Clans will be suppressed. From now on, you myriad-race beings will live under this bright sun," Lin Fan said.

"Long live the Human Emperor!"

"Long live the Human Emperor!"

"From now on, I'm a die-hard fan of the Human Emperor!"

"I will tell everyone of the Human Emperor's might, so they know there is a Human Emperor fighting against the Ancient Clans!"

…

Lin Fan listened to these cheers, his heart light with joy.

Although he hadn't plundered the wealth of King Wei this time, spreading his fame was worth it.

For Lin Fan, life was meaningful only like this.

Involuntarily, Lin Fan glanced at Shakyamuni Venerable, a hint of pity in his heart.

The gap between people sometimes showed itself here.

Seeing Lin Fan's pitying gaze, Shakyamuni Venerable nearly burst into tears. He knew he had been thoroughly screwed this time.

Once these myriad-race beings left, they would spread the story.

Then, this Human Emperor's reputation would soar.

And he would become the foil. Shakyamuni Venerable could already imagine what the myriad-race beings would say.

"That Human Emperor who burst Shakyamuni Venerable's chest with one claw also slaughtered hundreds of thousands of Ancient Clans."

"The one who slaughtered hundreds of thousands of Ancient Clans is the Human Emperor who burst Shakyamuni Venerable's chest with one claw."

…

"Alright, everyone, let's part ways here. Leave this place and find somewhere to hide. You can go north; the Despair City in the north has been destroyed by me, and there are few Ancient Clans there. It should be safe," Lin Fan said.

Hearing the Human Emperor's words, the myriad-race beings grew excited.

They hadn't expected there to be a safe place in the Ancient Saint Realm.

"Human Emperor, thank you!"

…

Lin Fan listened to the thanks of the myriad-race beings and waved his hand casually, as if he didn't care at all.

"Alright, everyone, farewell."

"Bald donkey, until we meet again..."

Hearing this, Shakyamuni Venerable mustered a breath to speak, but in an instant, he found that Lin Fan had already left.

"Don't go! What about my chest?" Shakyamuni Venerable cried out in his heart.

He wanted to cry but had no tears!