Chapter 481: Crushed—The Flame Sovereign Appears!
"Is that... the Ancient Heaven and Earth Array?!"
The eyes of the Four Kings Palace envoy narrowed slightly as he stared at the massive formation sealing him in.
Ying Huanhuan, Lin Fan, Ling Qingzhu, and Lin Dong had all launched coordinated attacks, each one extraordinary in its own right—and not something the Four Kings envoy dared underestimate.
But among them, what caught his attention most was the formation—the Heaven and Earth Array.
In the next moment, surging yuan power and spiritual power erupted violently from Lin Dong's body and poured directly into the formation. As the array activated, a towering beam of light thundered down toward the Four Kings envoy.
The beam instantly tore through the sky. Seeing the incoming strike, the envoy hesitated slightly, preparing to evade.
"Stasis!"
Lin Fan, off to the side, once again activated the Stasis Divine Talisman.
Even though the envoy had been mentally prepared this time, the formless wave of power still managed to briefly lock him in place.
In that crucial instant, the light beam struck directly upon his head.
"Damn it!"
The envoy cursed, hands clasping together and pulling apart. A colossal black shield instantly formed in front of him.
BOOM!
The light beam smashed into the shield, sending out a shockwave so powerful it shattered the ground beneath. The envoy was blown back several steps, forced into retreat.
But before he could stabilize, another figure appeared soundlessly—one of Lin Fan's clones.
In his eyes flashed a crimson gleam, and suddenly, the very air began to sizzle. The clouds turned red as the temperature soared.
RUMBLE!
A deafening roar echoed from above.
The crowd looked up in horror to see a massive flaming meteor forming in the clouds before crashing down toward the envoy with apocalyptic momentum.
Snarling, the envoy unleashed thick waves of demonic energy, conjuring a black sea of demonic mist overhead.
BOOM!
The fire meteor plunged into the sea, igniting a massive burst of magic. To everyone's shock, the fire didn't extinguish—instead, it spread rapidly, melting the sea of demonic qi.
The envoy paled and tried to mount a counterattack.
SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH!
But before he could act, Lin Fan's second clone appeared, fingers flicking rapidly. Countless spatial blades rained down like silver lightning, surrounding the envoy completely.
Caught off guard, the envoy was forced to abandon his attack and focus on defense. He channeled all his demonic energy into a protective shell around himself.
SHHHK SHHHK!
The blades clashed with the shield. For a moment, they held each other in check.
CRACK… CRACK!
Fissures formed on the barrier—then shattered in a blinding explosion!
Though the spatial blades also dissipated afterward, several had already pierced the envoy, spilling black blood from deep wounds.
Before the envoy could react further, Lin Fan himself appeared directly above him like a thunder god.
Above Lin Fan's head, roaring thunderclouds gathered. He stood cloaked in purple lightning, radiating awe-inspiring pressure.
"Heavenly Lightning: Law-Breaking Light!"
CRACK!
A beam of destruction dropped from the heavens like the wrath of the gods. Everything it touched was obliterated—even space itself.
The envoy had no time to react. He was engulfed by the torrent of divine lightning.
His demonic aura evaporated instantly. His body turned transparent—then vanished entirely.
"Damn you… this isn't over! When the Great War comes, the Yi Mo race will annihilate this world! None of you will escape!"
His final, venomous cry echoed through the heavens before it, too, faded into silence.
Lin Fan exhaled deeply and withdrew his clones. His face turned slightly pale.
Though the battle had been swift, it had drained him—his yuan power was down to thirty percent, and his spiritual strength had taken a serious hit.
Still… it was a victory.
Seeing the Four Kings envoy defeated, the Anti-Yuan Alliance erupted in thunderous cheers.
And with it, their reverence for Lin Fan deepened yet again.
But before anyone could speak, a new figure silently appeared.
A tall man in a flowing golden robe, with lava-red hair cascading behind him, stood quietly. His presence alone made the temperature in the region spike dramatically.
Lin Fan turned and immediately recognized him—the Flame Sovereign, one of the Ancient Eight Masters.
The crowd tensed.
In the silence, the Flame Sovereign's eyes lingered briefly on Lin Fan before settling on Ying Huanhuan. A gentle warmth filled his gaze as he smiled softly.
"Junior Sister…"
Ying Huanhuan frowned and stepped back uncomfortably. "Who are you?"
The Flame Sovereign paused, then smiled again. "I am the Flame Sovereign. It seems… you haven't recovered yet."
Everyone except Lin Fan and Lin Dong went pale.
The Flame Sovereign—a legendary existence.
"Flame Sovereign…?"
Ying Huanhuan was taken aback. She stepped back again and shook her head. "I'm Ying Huanhuan. I'm not… the Ice Master."
"You will be, sooner or later," he replied with a knowing smile.
But his words brought a chill to her expression.
Lin Fan stepped in front of her, gently taking her cold hand. Looking directly at the Flame Sovereign, he said with a faint smile:
"Flame Sovereign, I respect your status. But don't presume you can decide others' fates just because of your seniority."
Though Lin Fan admired the Ancient Eight Masters, he had no intention of bowing to them.
"…It's you," the Flame Sovereign said, his expression turning thoughtful. "To think you've grown this strong in so little time."
He recalled the time when Lin Fan and Lin Dong had entered the magma dimension. Though asleep at the time, the Flame Sovereign had sensed their presence.
After a pause, he added, "I'm not trying to decide anything. But the world needs the Ice Master."
"Spare me the talk of duty," Lin Fan replied calmly. "We know what's at stake. And defeating the Yi Mo doesn't require her."
"You don't understand. You weren't there in the last great war. You have no idea how terrifying the Yi Mo truly are. What you just fought was only a demonic avatar from the Four Kings Palace."
The Flame Sovereign's tone turned serious.
"Then we'll let results speak for themselves," Lin Fan said with a soft smile. "Now, if you'll excuse us… we're returning to the sect."
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