Chapter 985: Forcible Seizure

"Who are you?" Blood Son was startled, his expression shifting slightly, not expecting that an unknown person could break his blade radiance.

He knew everyone on the True Immortal Candidate List, but this person before him was truly unknown.

"Only if you can survive my hands will you have the right to know." Lin Fan sneered coldly.

Ancient Realm Great Perfection.

Such cultivation was not bad; killing him would yield plenty of experience.

This was the world he wanted.

Hearing these words, Blood Son burned with rage. Surging blood energy rolled in, filled with wailing vengeful spirits. Even a touch would cause skin to fester, and even an Ancient Realm Great Perfection cultivator might not withstand it.

"Do you think that breaking one of my strikes means you can kill me? What a pipe dream!" Blood Son roared, blood light flashing as an even more ferocious blade struck horizontally.

Blood Son was a prodigy of the Blood Demon Sect, roaming outside, slaughtering countless beings, plundering their essence blood to nourish the Crimson Blood Demon Blade.

This demon blade was a treasure refined by the Blood Demon Sect for Blood Son, gathering countless divine materials. When it was finally completed, even heavenly tribulation descended.

At the moment of its formation, it became a supreme treasure, stronger than ordinary supreme treasures.

After years of effort, Blood Son had nearly elevated the Crimson Blood Demon Blade to a top-grade supreme treasure.

A single blade of blood radiance illuminated heaven and earth.

The surging blood energy made one tremble with fear, daring not to resist.

But to Lin Fan, Blood Son was nothing but a weakling.

He took a step forward.

Raised his hand and struck a palm.

Bang!

The blood-colored blade radiance dissipated.

"You..." Blood Son was greatly shocked, his whole body trembling as he activated his demonic art, unleashing surging demonic energy.

Another step forward.

A palm pressed down.

Lin Fan directly pressed his palm onto Blood Son's head, exerting slight force under Blood Son's terrified gaze.

Bang!

"Ding, congratulations on killing Blood Son."

"Ding, congratulations on gaining 30 million experience."

Lin Fan grabbed the Crimson Blood Demon Blade. Its artifact spirit surged violently, struggling, as a stream of blood energy seeped into Lin Fan's body.

"A mere artifact spirit dares to resist? You're asking for death." Lin Fan shook the blade, instantly suppressing the artifact spirit of the Crimson Blood Demon Blade.

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"Holy shit..." Hu Qing and the others stared dumbfounded at the scene before them.

Blood Son, ranked sixty-seventh on the True Immortal Candidate List, was defeated in two moves? That was too unbelievable.

"Junior Brother Lin, how is your strength like this? But your name isn't even on the True Immortal Candidate List." Su Hongchen said.

"I suppressed my aura, so the True Immortal Candidate List naturally can't sense me." Lin Fan said.

With the system's concealment, he naturally wouldn't appear on the True Immortal Candidate List.

To Su Hongchen and the others, Junior Brother Lin's strength was terrifyingly extraordinary, perhaps even surpassing the sect's divine sons.

But what puzzled them was why Junior Brother Lin was still an inner disciple.

Though curious, they dared not ask.

"Junior Brother Lin, may I take a look at the Crimson Blood Demon Blade?" Bing Linxing spoke.

"Sure." Lin Fan nodded.

"Junior Brother Bing is lucky to have met a benefactor. Since he uses weapons as his spirit, being able to touch a quasi-top-grade supreme treasure will surely let him comprehend its laws and advance his cultivation." Hu Qing said.

Bing Linxing carefully felt the Crimson Blood Demon Blade, his fingers gently tracing the blade patterns, which contained the principles of heaven and earth.

Just then, a beam of radiant light pierced the blood-colored barrier, descending from the sky. An extraordinary aura enveloped the group.

Beneath the radiance, several figures appeared in the void.

Lin Fan looked up. These figures were all extraordinary, especially the man standing at the front, whose aura was truly remarkable.

"Who are they?" Lin Fan asked.

"That's Divine Son Ling Wuzun, and beside him is Jian Fengchen." Su Hongchen said, slightly nervous.

"Senior Brother Ling Wuzun, this blade has strong demonic nature." Jian Fengchen stared at the Crimson Blood Demon Blade in Bing Linxing's hand, greed flashing in his eyes.

This was a quasi-top-grade supreme treasure, a true treasure.

If it became a top-grade supreme treasure, with a bit more effort, it could break through to an immortal artifact.

At that time, its uses would be endless, its power unmatched. Even now, it was extremely tempting.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Ling Wuzun." Hu Qing and the others bowed to the figure in the void.

Lin Fan, however, looked at Ling Wuzun with delight in his heart.

This man's strength was formidable, much stronger than Blood Son.

Checking the True Immortal Candidate List, this person ranked forty-eighth.

"Where did this Crimson Blood Demon Blade come from?" Ling Wuzun asked.

Hu Qing and the others exchanged glances. "Reporting to Senior Brother, Junior Brother Lin obtained it by killing Blood Son."

But as soon as they finished speaking, Jian Fengchen's voice rang out.

"How dare you! You lie before Senior Brother! Blood Son is ranked sixty-seventh on the True Immortal Candidate List. How could an inner disciple like you kill him?" Jian Fengchen said.

Ling Wuzun's expression darkened slightly, clearly displeased, as if angered that these inner disciples dared to deceive him.

At this moment, Lin Fan stepped forward and took the Crimson Blood Demon Blade from Bing Linxing's hand.

"What do you want? Even if I found this demon blade, what business is it of yours?" Lin Fan hated people showing off in front of him.

Divine Son? If he talked nonsense, he'd beat him crippled.

"How dare you!" Jian Fengchen was enraged and was about to strike, but Ling Wuzun stopped him. Then pointing at Lin Fan, he said coldly, "And who are you?"

At this moment, Su Hongchen quietly tugged at Lin Fan's sleeve, signaling him not to act rashly.

"Lin Fan." Lin Fan smiled lightly, then looked directly at the void.

"Fine. This Crimson Blood Demon Blade was Blood Son's treasure. Since you obtained it, it must be a trap set by Blood Son. For the sect's safety, you must hand over the Crimson Blood Demon Blade so I can submit it to the sect. In return, you will receive 100,000 contribution points for your meritorious submission." Ling Wuzun said.

"What trap? Blood Son is already dead by my hand. What trap is there?" Lin Fan said, then turned around, not wanting to waste words with this so-called divine son. "Let's go. We'll continue deeper."

"Hmph!"

Ling Wuzun's expression turned cold. He pointed a finger, instantly pressing down toward Lin Fan.

"Insolence and refusal to repent deserve punishment."

"Junior Brother Lin, be careful!" Su Hongchen was alarmed. She hadn't expected Ling Wuzun to make a move.

She knew the Crimson Blood Demon Blade was a quasi-top-grade supreme treasure, and even a divine son might not resist the temptation.

Now, Ling Wuzun was clearly trying to seize it by force.

"You're asking for death."

Lin Fan frowned, anger rising in his heart. It seemed if he didn't show his strength, they would think he was easy to bully.