Chapter 962: The True Immortal List

"That's a bit formidable."

Lin Fan struck out with his sword, but his expression was extremely grave. These humans were somewhat off, but at this moment, he couldn't care too much.

These fellows wanted to kill him, so naturally he couldn't let them succeed.

The Qianming Heaven-Shaking Formation.

It drew upon the power of heaven and earth, and especially since these disciples were not weak in cultivation, the force generated was extraordinary.

Boom!

Instantly, an explosion sounded, and the entire earth shook violently.

Liu Qingshan hadn't expected this chieftain to be so powerful, his upright body like a heavenly sword.

"Body as sword, sword rends the sky."

Boom!

An invincible sword intent burst forth from Liu Qingshan, a hundred times more powerful than before. This was the pinnacle of the sword path—using one's own body as a sword to condense the true essence of the sword.

Seeing their senior brother transform into a sword, the many disciples immediately cheered.

"Senior brother truly lives up to being the fiftieth on the True Immortal List. This technique is a secret art of the sect, and I never expected senior brother to have comprehended it."

"This chieftain is done for. Everyone hold on a little longer. Once senior brother's sword intent reaches its peak, no matter how strong this chieftain is, it will be useless."

"Not good! The formation shows signs of cracking. This chieftain is too strong. We have to go all out to hold him back."

Pfft!

At that moment, these disciples spat out a mouthful of essence blood—their very lifeblood—which now merged into the formation.

Meanwhile, the situation here caught the attention of disciples from other sects in the endless void, who also sensed this sword intent.

Among them, a white-robed man with a haughty expression flicked his sleeve, annihilating the fiend before him. The surrounding disciples flocked around him, flattering him incessantly.

"Interesting. Who could have pushed Liu Qingshan to such a state?" The white-robed man smiled faintly, then said softly, "Let's go take a look."

…

Lin Fan now looked at the man transforming into a sword in the distance, frowning. "Damn it, what's the deal with these guys? Did I slaughter their whole family or something? They go all out against me the moment we meet, even pulling out killing moves. How infuriating."

At this moment, Liu Qingshan's aura reached its peak. He opened his eyes, and two beams of sword intent burst forth. Now Liu Qingshan was the sword itself, and the sword intent he emitted tore through the void, churning everything, unleashing an irresistible force.

"Die!"

Liu Qingshan spoke, his voice icy, filled with the essence of severing all things.

Boom!

In an instant, a heavenly sword broke through the air, as if piercing through eternity and permanence.

"Damn it, this is too much!" Lin Fan was furious now. This was utterly outrageous.

The heavenly sword descended from the sky, its edge severing everything, as if splitting heaven and earth in two.

Just as the heavenly sword was about to land on Lin Fan's head, he raised his hand and caught it in his palm.

"Huh?" Liu Qingshan was stunned. This sword was his everything, yet this chieftain had caught it so effortlessly.

"How dare you!"

Lin Fan suddenly roared, and a vast force surged into the sky.

He clenched his five fingers, and the heavenly sword instantly shattered. Liu Qingshan's face changed drastically, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"How is this possible..."

The many disciples were shocked at the sight.

Without another word, Lin Fan took a step forward, his tone domineering. "You fellows are all asking for death."

That step was like a giant stepping forward, sending ripples of force spreading outward from the center of his foot.

The ferocious might suppressed the entire scene. The core of the formation instantly shattered, offering no resistance.

Pfft!

These disciples were crushed by the vast force, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

Fear flickered in their eyes. They hadn't expected this chieftain to possess such strength—powerful, far too powerful.

"What the hell are you?" Lin Fan roared in anger.

Though Lin Fan spoke human language, to these people it sounded like roars and rage.

"Retreat!" Liu Qingshan didn't hesitate. He shouted, his figure flickering as he tried to flee.

He hadn't expected to encounter such a ferocious creature in this secret realm.

Even the top ten on the True Immortal List might not be able to suppress this chieftain.

"Hmph, trying to run?" Lin Fan could see their intention. He spread his five fingers, sealing off heaven and earth.

"You, talk!" Lin Fan demanded.

Now Lin Fan understood: these fellows probably weren't from any race in the Great Thousand.

Liu Qingshan and the others were terrified. They found that the space had been sealed by this chieftain.

What kind of monster was this? Not only could he catch his strongest attack barehanded, but he could also suppress them with a wave of his hand.

Such strength was almost comparable to a True Immortal.

"Senior brother, what should we do?" a disciple asked.

"This chieftain is too strong, countless times more powerful than these Abyss Fire Beasts," a female disciple said in terror.

Liu Qingshan's face was grim, even pale. That last attack had done him great harm.

"Isn't this Brother Qingshan of the True Immortal List? What's with this state?" Just then, a voice came from the void.

A white-robed man tore open the void with a finger, followed by a group of people, appearing between heaven and earth.

"Carefree Young Master!" Liu Qingshan's face changed drastically at the sight, as if displeased that the other had seen him in such a sorry state.

This Carefree Young Master ranked fifteenth on the True Immortal List, far stronger than Liu Qingshan.

"I didn't expect such a powerful fiend in the secret realm. It must have slaughtered many of our kind to take this form," the Carefree Young Master said, glancing at Lin Fan dismissively and with slight contempt.

"Carefree Senior Brother, this fiend has beaten Liu Qingshan like this. It seems Liu Qingshan is undeserving of his reputation."

"Indeed, a fiftieth-ranked expert on the True Immortal List suppressed by a fiend. If word gets out, it'll be a laughingstock," the disciples around him chimed in.

Every word pierced Liu Qingshan's heart like a sword.

"Hmph!" Liu Qingshan snorted coldly, then defended himself. "This fiend is no ordinary one. Even you, Carefree Young Master, would not be its match."

"Liu Qingshan, don't try to provoke me into helping you. You can beg me," the Carefree Young Master said with a faint smile.

Lin Fan frowned. Another group had arrived. What were these things? And judging by their gestures, they seemed to be communicating.

At that moment, a guess struck Lin Fan: Could there be another world besides the Great Thousand World?

Once this thought occurred, Lin Fan felt more and more that it might be true.