Accidentally invincible!
Chapter 306 - 0303: Now, I Rely on No One

Chapter 306: Chapter 0303: Now, I Rely on No One

"Demon Ancestor, you’re not quite up to the task. I thought you would be more ferocious."

"So what? What can you do to me?"

Lin Fan stepped on the Void, wielding the Hell Spear, pulling on the Hell Origin. With his current Mana, he manifested a terrifying hellish scene, as the aura of Hell swept across the heavens and earth.

The supreme experts witnessing such a horrifying scene gasped deeply.

Terrifying.

In their eyes, this young man’s cultivation had reached an extremely horrifying level.

Moreover, someone saw through it.

This Divine Skill was called Yellow Springs Hell—a profound and immeasurable power, with an awe-inspiring might capable of shaking the world.

"Arrogant brat."

The Demon Ancestor was furious, displeased by the feeling of being underestimated. At once, he took a step forward, lifted his hand, and the Void shattered. A giant hand, capable of grasping the heavens, instantly enveloped Lin Fan.

"Heh, you still have ideas? Utter foolishness."

Lin Fan wielded the Hell Spear, letting out a furious roar. The shadow of Hell seemed to be obliterated, transformed into specks of radiance that condensed onto the spear. In an instant, dazzling black light burst forth.

"I’ll pierce through you!"

He brandished the Hell Spear, stabbing forward.

Its momentum was astonishing.

Light engulfed the skies, crushing all obstacles, striking the giant hand. The giant hand shattered instantly, and that powerful force did not cease, cascading forward in torrents of energy.

"What?!"

The Demon Ancestor was shocked. The opponent’s Mana was overwhelmingly dense, coupled with a Great Divine Power cultivated to perfection, unleashing a dreadful might beyond comprehension.

He retreated directly, his hand trembling slightly, blood flowing from his palm. The sharpness of the attack was unmatched, injuring him outright.

Right after.

From the crowd, someone exclaimed.

"Amazing! He actually managed to injure the Demon Ancestor."

"This brat’s strength is absolutely not as weak as we thought. He’s been concealing his true power."

Instantly.

Many shifted their gaze from Lin Fan to the Demon Ancestor.

To them.

Facing Lin Fan was starting to feel somewhat unreal.

"What are you all staring at?"

The Demon Ancestor noticed the gazes locked onto him, and his heart burned with fury. Damn it, they were all fellow Demon Path cultivators, yet they were plotting against him instead? Did they all want to die?

Lin Fan laughed heartily, "Demon Ancestor, your question is flawed. You possess supreme treasures, yet your strength is inferior to mine. Later, even if I don’t kill you, you’ll still end up as a piece of meat in someone else’s mouth. Blame yourself for always liking to travel alone—if you’d brought more experts, things wouldn’t be like this now."

The Red Dust Demon Sect was a major sect of the Demon Path.

Yet it wasn’t just the Demon Ancestor who was the supreme figure.

"Inferior to you? Brat, one should never be as presumptuous as you. Since that’s the case, let’s see just how capable you are."

The Demon Ancestor raged, and the overwhelming Demonic Qi condensed into substance. As he prepared to unleash an unknown Divine Skill, suddenly, an eerie and terrifying portal appeared in mid-air.

"Unexpectedly, the Demon Ancestor has succeeded in cultivating it."

"This is the legendary Abyssal Portal, long lost in the river of time. Only by cultivating a unique Great Divine Power to perfection can one summon it."

"Turns out he had something up his sleeve."

Lin Fan looked at the Demon Ancestor in surprise. Turns out this old guy had some ability; any Great Divine Power cultivated to perfection held an unparalleled terrifying might.

There were even many mysterious effects.

At this moment.

A thick, turbid aura began to overflow from the portal.

The Demon Ancestor’s eyes turned fiercely sharp, and then he struck a palm forward, "Brat, you’ve indeed earned my respect, but this is where it ends."

As the words fell.

That horrifying energy surged outward.

"Am I supposed to fear you?" Lin Fan stood motionless, unfazed by the Demon Ancestor’s killing strike. Then, he summoned the Mixed Element Golden Gourd. As the Immortal Treasure emerged, golden light erupted. Holding the Golden Gourd, he slammed it fiercely toward the Abyssal Portal.

The brilliance at the bottom of the gourd illuminated the world.

Boom!

The strike of the Immortal Treasure was unimaginably terrifying. The Abyssal Portal suffered heavy damage, cracking apart with a crisp sound, shattering instantly.

"How could this be..."

The Demon Ancestor was stunned, the terrifying force crushing him. His body trembled as he spat out a mouthful of blood. His gaze, filled with shock, fixated on Lin Fan—he hadn’t anticipated being injured.

"Down you go."

Lin Fan unleashed the Ancestor Dragon Floating Body, a dragon’s roar echoing through the heavens. His arm stretched backward, delivering a cannon-like punch downward. The Demon Ancestor raised his hand to block, yet under absolute power, everything crumbled.

Bam!

A figure plummeted rapidly from the sky.

As the figure was about to reach the ground, the Demon Ancestor roared loudly, flipping in mid-air and planting his feet firmly onto the ground, one hand pressed against the earth.

Boom!

The terrifying force cascaded downward, shattering the ground. The observing supreme experts wore serious expressions—they now knew that the young man the Demon Ancestor faced wasn’t as weak as they had imagined.

He was, in fact, incredibly powerful—terrifying, even.

The Holy Empress was utterly shocked.

She hadn’t expected Lin Fan to actually suppress the Demon Ancestor.

At this moment, Lin Fan was deeply satisfied with the immense strength he possessed. Never before had he felt such exhilaration in battle. Before, he relied on others, but now he relied on no one—only himself.

"So, do you still boast about suppressing me?"

He then turned his gaze towards the surrounding supreme experts.

"To all the gathered experts, I know some of you harbor hatred for me. But so what? Today, Lin Fan stands here to fight all of you. If you’re dissatisfied, join forces with the Demon Ancestor."

Arrogant words.

Yet not one supreme expert moved or showed any reaction.

By their logic.

The battle between Lin Fan and the Demon Ancestor was none of their business. They would stay on the sidelines, observing. Perhaps when both sides were on the brink of life and death, they might consider stepping forward.

At this moment.

Lin Fan wielded the Immortal Treasure, standing in the Void. A fearless aura emanated from his being, before he vanished instantly from his original spot. When he reappeared, he swung the Mixed Element Golden Gourd toward the Demon Ancestor’s head.

The Immortal Treasure’s might was overwhelmingly terrifying.

The Immortal Dao Law intertwined, forming an immensely strong killing force. To the Demon Ancestor, this aura was overwhelming—the Law covered the Heavenly Vault, instantly enveloping him.

An even more horrifying force erupted forth.

The Demon Ancestor’s head was covered by a canopy. A Dao Artifact soared into the air, immediately colliding with the Immortal Treasure. Boom! The Dao Artifact vibrated, its surface cracking.

The ensuing shockwaves roared through, overturning the earth. For hundreds of miles, gusts of wind swept through, reducing the land to ruins. Even the distant Heavenly Treasure Pavilion City felt the reverberations.

Countless people raised their heads to observe.

An earth-shattering battle was taking place there.

Who exactly was unleashing such terrifying power?

The Demon Ancestor roared angrily, letting out a miserable cry. His body suffered severe injuries, spraying blood. His hair was in disarray, his figure battered—where was the demeanor of a Demon Path expert now?

"Damn!"

"Brutal as hell!"

The supreme experts watching were stunned.

If they hadn’t witnessed it themselves, they wouldn’t have believed it.

The Dao Artifact summoned by the Demon Ancestor—an exceptional weapon with boundless might—proved too weak against the Immortal Treasure. Though it hadn’t shattered, cracks had already spread across its surface.

They had never seen the Demon Ancestor suffer such a great loss.

In terms of strength, it was difficult to judge the gap between the two. But with Lin Fan relying on the Immortal Treasure, his combat prowess skyrocketed, firmly suppressing the Demon Ancestor.

Lin Fan said indifferently, "Everyone, the Demon Ancestor has been severely injured. Do none of you have any thoughts?"

"Supreme treasures belong to those destined for them; those without destiny can only die miserably."

He did not continue pursuing the Demon Ancestor but instead provoked the supreme experts present.

Several supreme experts squinted, forming a deep understanding of Lin Fan. Cunning brat—if someone claimed he was a Demon Path cultivator, they’d readily believe it. Even at this juncture, he wanted them to clash with the Demon Ancestor.

Did he really think they were fools?

The Demon Ancestor knew that with Lin Fan wielding the Immortal Treasure, he had no advantage. Meanwhile, the surrounding supreme experts continued watching. Though they hadn’t acted yet, the moment they realized he couldn’t resist, they would undoubtedly transform into ravenous wolves, tearing him apart entirely.

Lin Fan patiently waited.

Just then.

A dangerous aura surged forth.

The Demon Ancestor pressed his two fingers together, an unknown energy enveloping his body. At his fingertips, a terrifying force was condensing. As a true Demon Path expert, his methods were numerous—killing him would not be easy.

Suddenly.

The Demon Ancestor struck with one finger, unleashing terrifying might that pierced through the heavens, shattering the Void. Perhaps this was the Demon Ancestor’s strongest technique.

Lin Fan retaliated with a slap of his palm. The giant palm shattered, unable to withstand the strike. Golden River Water transformed into a roaring water dragon, rushing forward ferociously. Boom! The shockwave spread outward, engulfing the heavens and earth.

Shaking every observer’s hair into disarray.

The aura was immensely powerful.

"Trying to run?"

Lin Fan noticed the Demon Ancestor attempting to escape. Relentlessly, he unleashed the Innate One Qi Grab, his five fingers covering the heavens, attempting to drag the Demon Ancestor out of the Void of escape.

But the Demon Ancestor’s steps were profound. Every step he took seemed to overturn the heavens and earth, making it difficult to track his true trajectory.

The supreme experts were surprised at the Demon Ancestor’s retreat.

But they didn’t appear overly shocked.

Some were eager, knowing the chance to snatch something from the Demon Ancestor didn’t come often—and now was an opportunity.

However, the danger was immense.

If they failed to steal anything and provoked the Demon Ancestor’s wrath, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Lin Fan did not pursue further.

If the Demon Ancestor wanted to escape, so be it.

After all, he wouldn’t vanish into thin air.

Having fought the Demon Ancestor and gained the upper hand, Lin Fan knew he had ascended into the ranks of peak powerhouses. The speed of his ascent was staggering—he hadn’t even enjoyed cultivation properly before reaching this point.

But there were many peak powerhouses.

Aside from the creatures in the Forbidden Land, Lin Fan considered himself unafraid of anyone in a one-on-one duel.

There was still a long path ahead.

As for ascension? No thoughts for now—there were too many bonds and unresolved matters. Once all issues were settled, he would think about that.

"Everyone who came along, are you truly just here to watch the show?"

"The Demon Ancestor has already fled. If you’re not going after him and are still lingering here, do you intend to attack me instead? If so, come on! This is the perfect chance—experts of the Demon Path and Demon Path alike are all present—let’s see if you can slay me."

Lin Fan stood boldly, utterly fearless. With the Immortal Treasure in hand, he had the utmost confidence. Moreover, his Mana was nearing fifteen thousand years of foundation.

Such dense Mana was already astonishing.

Of course.

Some old supreme experts had Mana terrifyingly profound. They had lived for too long, consumed countless Spiritual Medicine—like Ao Wudi, for instance. That guy had lived for thousands of years, refusing even to ascend, with Mana so dense it could give people nightmares.