Chapter 504: Shadow of the Demon Emperor, Arrow of Chaos!
The Ice Master—a name from ancient times, second only to the Symbol Ancestor. Countless Demon Kings had fallen to her hand, reduced to shattered ice. Even the most powerful force of the Demon Prison—the Heavenly King Hall—had been gravely wounded by her in that final great battle, forced into hiding and ultimately ending the long-standing war between heaven and earth.
To the Demonic Race, her name carried a terrifying weight.
Ying Huanhuan's icy blue eyes glanced at the Sixth King, then with a flicker of her figure, she appeared beside Lin Fan.
Lin Fan gently took her cool hand and asked softly, "You alright?"
"Mhm." Ying Huanhuan gave a small smile, and the biting cold surging from her faded away. Her expression softened again.
"You and Qing Tan take care of the surrounding demons. As for the Sixth King… leave him to me," Lin Fan said as he saw Qing Tan also arrive.
"Be careful," Ying Huanhuan replied with a slight nod.
Qing Tan, too, had no objections.
The Sixth King felt a trace of relief at seeing this. While Lin Fan was powerful, it was the Ice Master he truly feared.
"Hmph, I won't deny your strength, but if you think you can kill me, you're still far from it!" the Sixth King sneered as a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
With a ferocious gaze fixed on Lin Fan, he suddenly formed a series of strange hand seals. Then, he spat out a mouthful of black blood.
The blood twisted and condensed into a black skull seal, which emanated a terrifying aura—far more sinister than even the Sixth King himself.
ROAR!
As this overwhelming evil force surged, the countless demons below howled toward the sky with frenzied reverence. Many dropped to their knees, prostrating themselves before the skull seal.
"I was going to use this against the Primordial Master… but I'll test it on you first!"
The Sixth King clasped the skull seal and knelt as thick demonic energy erupted from his body. Above him, the black mist began to take shape—condensing into a thousand-foot-tall shadow.
As the blurry figure formed, the very Yuan Power in the world seemed to recoil and flee.
Dark energy thickened, and a hoarse voice escaped the Sixth King's mouth:
"Demon Emperor… descend."
The sky darkened as if night had fallen. Even the blazing sun trembled and hid behind the clouds in fear.
Endless demonic energy swept through the heavens, and the entire world quaked under the shadow's oppressive presence. Over the sea, even the wind and waves stilled, as though nature itself dared not move.
On the island, the brutal fighting came to a sudden halt.
Everyone instinctively looked up at the towering shadow, and from deep within their souls, a paralyzing fear took root—spreading like vines and leaving their faces deathly pale.
The silhouette… seemed like an emperor from another world. It descended with brutal majesty, a force none in this world could resist.
"Ke ke ke… Lin Fan, this is your end!" the Sixth King laughed maniacally beneath the Demon Emperor's shadow, eyes gleaming with bloodlust.
"Just a shadow of the Demon Emperor… and you think it's enough to scare me?" Lin Fan sneered, tone calm but cold.
Though he mocked the Sixth King with his words, Lin Fan remained vigilant. Even a shadow of the Demon Emperor couldn't be taken lightly.
"Still pretending to be brave at the edge of death!" the Sixth King growled, forming new hand seals.
BOOM!
The Demon Emperor's shadow raised a hand and slapped down gently toward Lin Fan.
There was no immense energy wave—but Lin Fan felt an overwhelming sense of doom.
The surrounding space felt locked down. His brow furrowed slightly, and with a thought, he pushed his spatial power to the limit.
Whoosh!
The moment the demonic palm struck, it landed where Lin Fan had just stood. All Yuan Power in the area seemed to collapse into nothingness.
But when the smoke cleared—there was no trace of Lin Fan.
Gasps spread across the battlefield. Had Lin Fan been obliterated?
"…Was that the power of the Space Ancestral Symbol?"
The Sixth King's expression darkened. Confusion flickered in his eyes.
He'd already seen Lin Fan use the powers of the Flame, Thunder, and Devouring Ancestral Symbols. But now… space?
Four Ancestral Symbols?
How could one man possess that many?
His eyes turned cold, scanning the twisted space in the distance. Lin Fan's figure slowly emerged from the distortion.
The people of Wu Hui Island exhaled in relief. Lin Fan was their final hope—if he died, they were all doomed.
"You won't escape this time," the Sixth King growled.
The Demon Emperor's shadow raised its hand again. Its dark palm expanded—vast enough to blot out the sun—as it pressed down once more toward Lin Fan.
This time, Lin Fan didn't dodge. Instead, he closed his eyes, and his consciousness sank inward.
"…What?"
Many onlookers stared in confusion. Gu Mengqi, Gu Yan, and others felt their hearts tighten.
Was Lin Fan giving up?
Some on the island began to despair again. If even Lin Fan couldn't resist this, what chance did they have?
Ying Huanhuan and Qing Tan's eyes filled with concern, ready to assist.
Meanwhile, Lin Fan's consciousness drifted—becoming vague and distant. Yet his inner heart remained still and bright.
A mysterious realization began to spread through him.
Suddenly, his awareness entered a sea of primordial chaos. It felt like a fetus returning to the womb—peaceful, timeless, and serene.
Yet, from deep within, a powerful will forced him awake, pulling him from that comfort.
And then—a voice echoed from his spirit and spread into the chaos.
This… was the power of the Supreme Perception.
Lin Fan had long mastered the Supreme Perception Technique, a prize he once drew through the system. Now, he was preparing to unleash it against the shadow of the Demon Emperor.
His eyes suddenly snapped open.
From deep within his pupils, a faint chaotic light shimmered.
Unseen by most, a mysterious glimmer of chaos began to illuminate the sky.
Lin Fan smiled faintly and raised his hand. Thunderlight surged and formed a powerful Thunder Bow.
With a smooth motion, his fingers pulled the string taut—and between them, the chaotic light transformed into a glowing Arrow of Chaos.
With a calm smile, Lin Fan aimed at the Sixth King.
Then, with a snap—he let go.
The Arrow of Chaos, imbued with the unknowable might of the Supreme Dao, tore through the heavens like a streak of divine light.
Under countless breathless gazes, it screamed toward the heart of the Demon Emperor's shadow.
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