Accidentally invincible!
Chapter 278 - 0275: If You Smash Again, There Will Be Nothing Left

Chapter 278: Chapter 0275: If You Smash Again, There Will Be Nothing Left

"Damn it, this treasure isn’t even a Dao Artifact."

The Wind Demon opened his eyes, only to find a sea of red before him, making it hard to discern his surroundings. Even circulating his mana proved useless, as a golden light continuously enveloped his vision, refusing to dissipate.

"Heavenly Eye, open."

In an instant, a slit appeared on the Wind Demon’s brow, revealing a third eye.

"Huff!"

Lin Fan was breathing heavily, feeling his mana running thin.

The Wind Demon burst into laughter, quickly noticing Lin Fan’s predicament. "Kid, one moment you’re going wild like a tiger, the next your divine skills are as weak as a pup."

"Running out of mana, aren’t you?"

"See? This is the difference between us."

"Hahaha..."

He initially thought this kid was vicious and formidable, but now it seemed he wasn’t all that after all. Ultimately, with his mana exhausted, what else could he do?

Without stepping into the realm of True Immortals, one could never know the joy of endlessly drawing spiritual energy from the heavens and the earth.

"What are you laughing at? What if my mana’s depleted? Do you think I’m some impoverished fool?" Lin Fan extended a hand, and countless Spirit Stones floated into the air around him. Casually, he asked, "Answer me this: will crushing all these Spirit Stones be enough to recharge?"

The Wind Demon narrowed his eyes. "Enough, sure. Definitely enough. But no matter how many Spirit Stones you have to replenish yourself, the outcome remains unchanged."

"Heh." Lin Fan smiled faintly.

"What are you smiling about?"

The Wind Demon felt annoyed seeing that Lin Fan could still smile at a moment like this. Did he really think he had some hidden trick up his sleeve?

That treasure really was a good item.

What a pity.

The opponent couldn’t unleash its full power. In the end, it seemed the Wind Demon would get to keep it.

Yet, what Lin Fan did next left the Wind Demon utterly baffled.

Lin Fan waved his hand, storing away all the Spirit Stones.

"Using these Spirit Stones to deal with you? What a waste."

Lin Fan glanced into the distance and called out with an air of indifference, "Son, hurry over here. Your old dad’s getting a bit tired—come take over."

After the heated battle earlier,

Lin Fan had come to grasp the gap between himself and a True Immortal powerhouse. Ordinary True Immortals, like the ones hanging around the gambling dens, whose mana barely scratched ten thousand years, were within his ability to handle.

But this Wind Demon, as one of the trusted subordinates of the Old Sky Corpse Demon, possessed overwhelming strength. That he’d managed to hold his own this long was already quite impressive.

The gap in mana and cultivation was significant.

His only advantage was his mastery over divine skills.

Of course.

If he could refine the Immortal Treasure in his possession completely, he’d no doubt be able to obliterate this Wind Demon with a single strike.

Such was the power of an Immortal Treasure.

The Wind Demon heard his words and glanced toward the distance, where a crazed old man was stumbling over. Before the man even approached, his voice carried forth, "Dad, I almost got lost on the way! Some people tried to pick a fight with me, but I beat them off."

"Oh? Who dares mess with my son? They must have a death wish," Lin Fan replied with a grin.

The old madman might not have been entirely sane, but his strength was undeniable. Picking a fight with him typically ended with the opponent getting thoroughly thrashed.

"This old lunatic..." The Wind Demon frowned, sensing something was off about this newcomer.

But for the time being, he couldn’t figure out what was wrong.

"Dad, what’s wrong? I’m scared," the old madman cowered beside Lin Fan, looking up at him with unease.

"Go beat him up for me," Lin Fan said, pointing at the Wind Demon.

The madman shrank back. "I’m scared."

"Don’t be scared, just hit him."

Lin Fan patted the old man reassuringly. Sure, he was a bit timid.

"Kid, are you out of your mind? Him?" The Wind Demon sneered in disdain.

The madman stomped his foot angrily. "Why are you insulting my dad?"

The Wind Demon scoffed. "If he’s your dad, then call me grandpa."

The madman looked confused. Turning to Lin Fan, he asked blankly, "Dad, is he my grandpa?"

Hearing this, Lin Fan nearly choked on his own spit.

*What the fuck!*

What kind of brain goes there?

Even for someone insane, this was too much!

"Son, he’s insulting your dad. Why are you just standing there? Get to it and bash his face in," Lin Fan urged.

The madman let out a howl and charged at the Wind Demon. "You insulted my dad! I’m gonna kill you!"

Though his charge was fierce, the Wind Demon didn’t take him seriously. In fact, he didn’t regard him as a threat at all.

The madman swung his Blood Pool weapon overhead, letting out a wild scream as he aimed for the Wind Demon’s skull.

"Hm, not bad, you’ve got the aura. But as for your strength..."

"What?"

The Wind Demon had been unconcerned, but as the Blood Pool neared his head, he suddenly felt a terrifying power sweeping toward him. It was far more overwhelming than Lin Fan’s earlier attacks—calm and unassuming initially but erupting with an unstoppable force upon approach.

There wasn’t time to think.

He raised his arm to block.

*CRACK!*

The Wind Demon’s arm shattered upon impact with the Blood Pool, fractured bones protruding as blood sprayed everywhere.

"No..."

The Wind Demon screamed, coughing up blood as his pupils dilated. Half of his arm had been torn off by the blow.

*What the hell!*

*Where did this lunatic come from?*

Lin Fan’s face lit up with satisfaction. His insane son never let him down—always so brutal and powerful. Yes, this was what he needed, a good beating to bring the enemy down.

"You! I’m gonna beat you up!" the madman howled, his voice piercing.

The Wind Demon felt a chill of fear creeping into his heart. The strength of this crazed old man was beyond frightening. That single attack had nearly shattered his very existence.

He was a True Immortal.

How was it possible to be harmed so badly in a single strike?

No, he had to escape, or he’d die here.

With a roar, the Wind Demon unleashed his Dao Artifact, a golden skull that spun wildly, its mouth clattering as golden light shone from its hollow eyes.

The madman showed no hesitation, smashing the skull with his Blood Pool in a fury.

One strike to shatter ten thousand techniques.

*CRACK!*

The clash between the golden skull and the Blood Pool ended with fractures spreading across the skull.

Then it crumbled to pieces.

*"What the fuck!"*

"Son, stop hitting!" Lin Fan shouted, clutching his head in distress. My God, that was a Dao Artifact worth a fortune! And it was destroyed with one hit—how could his son not feel even a little remorse?

The madman paused, confused, and turned back to look at Lin Fan.

The Wind Demon seized the moment to retreat into the distance.

Lin Fan grew anxious. He couldn’t let the Wind Demon escape. "Son, what are you waiting for? Don’t let him run! Get him!"

The madman’s head buzzed.

One moment they want him to fight.

The next, they don’t.

Now they want him to again.

But such things didn’t trouble the madman. He didn’t overthink—if his dad told him to hit, he’d hit without the slightest hesitation.

The Wind Demon was fleeing at full speed.

But the madman seemed to enter an odd state. Perhaps a brief moment of clarity, for he swung his Blood Pool through the air. The strike was extraordinary, tearing through the Void, the force rippling out into the distance.

*SPLAT!*

Forced out of his flight, the Wind Demon stared at the madman in terror.

"Who the hell are you? With strength like this, you can’t possibly be a nobody."

He refused to believe that such a fearsome being was really Lin Fan’s son.

But alas, he remained blissfully ignorant of the madman’s true origins... or his slight... mental peculiarities.

"I’m my dad’s son," the madman replied innocently, his actions uninterrupted. The Blood Pool, a Supreme Treasure that rivaled the Supreme God Talisman in power, unleashed unfathomable might in his hands.

The Wind Demon felt the storm brewing behind him, his entire body tensed as his hair stood on end and cold sweat drenched his back.

Panic and dread roiled in his heart.

It was as if he’d encountered a ghost.

"Block him for me!" the Wind Demon roared, summoning another Dao Artifact—the Golden Skull that trembled as it rotated, its jaws clattering ominously.

Without a hint of fear, the madman charged forward and unleashed another brutal barrage on the skull.

A single swing crushed all opposition.

*CRACK!*

The collision between the Blood Pool and the golden skull resulted in the skull shattering instantly.

Then it disintegrated completely.

*"Shit!"*

"Son, stop smashing things!" Lin Fan yelled, clutching his temples, feeling like his head might explode. Damn it, two Dao Artifacts destroyed just like that. The sheer cost of these losses was astronomical—simply unthinkable!

The madman paused again, confused by his father’s reaction, looking over questioningly.

The Wind Demon was on the verge of collapse, utterly terrified of the madman.

If not for the pride instilled in him by his status as a True Immortal, he might have wet himself in sheer terror.

This wasn’t a fight he could win.

No, absolutely not.

The Wind Demon ignited his essence blood, desperately performing forbidden divine skills in a frantic bid to flee.

Lin Fan noticed the Wind Demon’s movements and shouted hurriedly, "Son! Don’t let him go—finish him off!"

Still imitating Lin Fan’s expressions and demeanor, the madman scratched his head.

Though his dad’s commands were a bit much,

it was no big deal.

If his dad wanted it done, he’d do it.

*BAM!*

The madman swung the Blood Pool with unrelenting force, landing it directly on the Wind Demon. Severely injured, the Wind Demon’s body became riddled with cracks that dimmed the glow of his aura. His mana spiraled out of control, forcing him to cough up blood uncontrollably.

"Dad! He’s coughing up blood! I’m scared!" the madman cried out, pointing at the Wind Demon while seeking reassurance from Lin Fan.

"Don’t worry, my son—it’s not blood he’s coughing up, just spit," Lin Fan replied, ever calm.

"Dad, I’m not stupid. I can tell blood when I see it," the madman replied, pouting.

Despite his words, his actions didn’t relent. He swung the Blood Pool once again, mercilessly smashing it into the Wind Demon.

The Wind Demon howled in agony, his essence blood burning wildly as he unleashed forbidden divine techniques, holding nothing back. In moments like these, survival at any cost was all that mattered.

*BAM!*

The Blood Pool struck once more.

The Wind Demon’s body shook violently. Blood spewed from his mouth as his once-rosy face turned ghastly pale. Even his eyes seemed ready to pop out of their sockets.

*This is insane.*

*Absolutely insane.*

Never in his life had the Wind Demon thought he’d encounter someone this deranged.

"Fine! If I’m dying, I’m taking you with me!" the Wind Demon roared, madness in his eyes. He prepared to detonate his Divine Soul, creating a catastrophic wave of mana to obliterate the area.

But, of course, the madman wasn’t fazed.

To the madman’s over-simplified mind, the Wind Demon’s expression only looked like an angry old man being upset.

The Blood Pool descended again, its force shattering the balancing act of mana within the Wind Demon. His Divine Soul, on the verge of detonation, fizzled out completely.

It was as though someone had lit the fuse on a bomb, only for a stray dog to come along and urinate on it, extinguishing the flame.

The sheer indignity of it all was suffocating.

*Why is this happening?*

*How can this even happen?*

With a ferocious cry, the madman lifted the Blood Pool high and slammed it violently onto the Wind Demon’s body. With a sickening crunch, the Wind Demon’s form crumbled further. His flesh burst apart.

He was on the brink of death.

*Somebody, help me.*

In that moment, a silhouette stepped in front of him.

Despair gave way to a flicker of hope in the Wind Demon’s heart.

*Who is it?*

*Why does this shadow radiate such warmth?*

*Could this be my savior?*

But as he looked up, the face he saw was Lin Fan’s.

"Son, if you keep smashing him, there won’t even be scraps left," Lin Fan said flatly.