Accidentally invincible!

The Saint Heir is about to strike.

The surrounding immortals stepped back, watching with anticipation. They were unsure of the outcome, but in their eyes, the Saint Heir had the absolute advantage. After all, he was an Immortal Monarch expert, not someone easy to deal with.

Qin Yang's expression was grave.

He hadn't expected the Saint Heir to truly make a move.

A bit of a pitfall.

After all, the opponent was an Immortal Monarch expert. If they fought, it wouldn't be a simple matter.

"Saint Heir, do you really dare to attack us?" Qin Yang angrily questioned. "Or do you think the Immortal Venerable Family is insignificant? If you dare to touch me, I guarantee that even the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple won't be able to protect you."

No choice.

He could only try to scare the other party.

The Saint Heir clasped his hands together, Buddha Light shining as his serene expression carried a sense of peace. He said, "Little Immortal Venerable Qin, do not worry. This humble monk will not harm any of you. Once I soothe your agitated hearts, I will personally escort you back to the Qin Family and offer my apologies."

To the Saint Heir, Lin Fan and the others posed no threat.

Just trivial Golden Immortal juniors.

How could they compare to him, an Immortal Monarch?

However, the only thing that caught the Saint Heir's attention was the Holy Weapon. Qin Yang's exposure of the Holy Weapon had greatly incited his envy. Even he did not possess a Holy Weapon, yet a mere Golden Immortal junior owned one.

Still, obtaining Qin Yang's Holy Weapon would be extremely difficult. With so many witnesses around, slaying Qin Yang to seize the Holy Weapon would lead to consequences far beyond his ability to bear.

Ultimately, his gaze fell on Lin Fan.

The Space-Time Golden Wings were with them. As long as he subdued their group, he could acquire the Space-Time Golden Wings. Even if the Golden Clan came seeking revenge, it wouldn't matter—after all, the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple excelled at dealing with such matters.

What a pity.

He would need to retreat into seclusion for some time to let this matter die down completely.

"Lin Fan, I advise you to release me," Golden Winged King said. "The Saint Heir master ranks as an Immortal Monarch. With your strength, do you not think trying to challenge an Immortal Monarch is complete delusion?"

Lin Fan lifted Golden Winged King, sighed helplessly, and seemed rather exasperated.

Bang!

His fingers tightened.

An unbelievable scene unfolded.

Golden Winged King's head, like a watermelon, directly exploded, sending flesh and blood splattering everywhere.

The heavens fell silent.

"What?"

Everyone was shocked, their eyes wide as if they had seen a ghost.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Some screamed. Even if they were immortals, their mental states easily shattered in moments like this. Too horrifying. Perhaps none had anticipated such an event.

That was a true descendant of the Golden Clan.

Such a prodigy upon whom countless resources had been lavished—now utterly crushed, his head obliterated, left for dead.

This was a direct upheaval against the heavens itself.

Terror.

Pure, unadulterated terror.

"He's gone mad! Killing Golden Winged King just like that—he's pledging endless enmity with the Golden Clan."

"If Golden Winged King was still alive, there might have been hope for reconciliation. But now, there's no chance of that."

"Terrifying. Simply terrifying. Do you think we'll be implicated in this mess?"

Someone voiced this concern.

It was as if everyone's minds clicked simultaneously. Indeed, could they be dragged into this?

Though they hadn't killed Golden Winged King, witnessing the event unfold as bystanders exposed them to potential retribution. If the Golden Clan were vindictive enough to target them, the consequences would be devastating.

"He's truly audacious—reckless to the point of madness."

Left Immortal stared blankly at the scene before him. Even he hadn't expected such an occurrence. Were there truly no limits?

"You... You dared to kill Golden Wing Daoist right in front of me. The demon in your heart is truly terrifying. This humble monk can only resort to severe measures to subdue you."

At this moment, the Saint Heir's furious gaze bore down upon Lin Fan. Buddhist script revolved around him as golden Buddha Light illuminated the world, transforming the area into a miniature Buddhist Sacred Land.

Qin Yang remarked, "Brother Lin, you're a bit too proactive, aren't you? At least warn me beforehand. I get the feeling we've embarked on a path of no return."

Don't consider Qin Yang foolish.

He was quite clever, particularly upon witnessing Lin Fan crush Golden Winged King without the slightest warning. His heart raced, sensing that significant trouble was brewing.

Messing around, a little scuffle, even snatching treasures—that was all in good fun.

But outright killing someone?

Now things were getting complicated.

Xiang Fei pulled Qin Yang to the side and said solemnly, "Brother Qin, do not disturb Brother Lin. The enemy stands before us now, and Brother Lin has used Golden Winged King's life to solidify his invincible resolve. There's no need for alarm."

Qin Yang quietly replied to Xiang Fei, "Brother Xiang, to be honest, this matter seems incredibly muddled now. Golden Winged King's background is immense. Brother Lin has gotten himself into deep trouble. I'm not scared, of course, but I feel it's not worth it. We've already seized what we needed; why create unnecessary trouble? This feels contrary to the low-profile approach we've adhered to before."

"You don't understand," Xiang Fei retorted.

Qin Yang sighed helplessly, "Fine, fine. What's done is done. So be it. The Golden Clan—what can they do? We all possess Holy Weapons. What is there to fear?"

"I am gratified," Xiang Fei said with a satisfied nod. "Brother Qin, you've finally matured. I used to underestimate you, but now I must reevaluate and hold you in higher regard."

Qin Yang stared speechlessly, thinking, You've got to be kidding me.

Merely feigning an attitude of fearlessness earns respect? Seriously… Is this a death wish?

Qin Yang exhaled deeply with regret.

Brother Lin and Brother Xiang have lived relatively unscathed by life's harsh truths. If their current behavior remains unchecked, they'll eventually suffer a brutal reality check. By then, perhaps only he can save them.

Lin Fan narrowed his eyes. Despite the Saint Heir's Immortal Monarch status, he had previously faced such opponents before. Though outmatched in the past, things were different now. He wielded a Holy Weapon and harbored immense, terrifying power.

If the Saint Heir lacked a Holy Weapon...

Then the outcome needed no further speculation—get ready for a beating.

And at this moment.

Something peculiar occurred.

[Mana gained: 1.3 million years.]

"Hmm?"

Lin Fan's face revealed stunned disbelief. He hadn't slain Golden Winged King for any particular reason—it was merely a decision rooted in pragmatism. The "piglet" was of high quality but effectively crippled, rendering it useless to keep alive.

But unexpectedly.

It rewarded him with such an astonishing gain.

Indeed, it was a premium "piglet." Despite being rendered useless, it still yielded unparalleled rewards.

His cultivation realm loosened.

The boundaries of the Golden Immortal Realm could no longer restrict the mana surging within him. Rich mana gushed forth like a raging flood, its overwhelming force shocking those around him, stirring winds and clouds, utterly phenomenal.

"He's..."

"Undergoing tribulation."

Everyone froze, dumbstruck by the scene, finding it utterly unbelievable. Just moments ago, everything had been fine—how had it suddenly come to this?

The meteoric rise in mana caused Lin Fan's cultivation realm to continuously elevate.

Even the Supreme Immortal Realm struggled to suppress it.

Storms churned, clouds billowed, and thunderclouds congealed.

Swish!

Lin Fan glanced toward the Saint Heir and said, "Master, since you wish to keep me here, then come on. Let us see just what the master is capable of."

The Saint Heir furrowed his brows, sensing something off.

Never before had he encountered someone who suddenly entered tribulation like this.

Is this some kind of joke?

Moreover, the Heavenly Tribulation radiated an aura of such intensity that it seemed far from ordinary.

"The lord may proceed with tribulation. This humble monk will not take advantage," the Saint Heir declared with hands pressed together.

The words carried an air of righteousness, eliciting admiration.

The assembled immortals were deeply impressed.

The master was indeed worthy of his title. Faced with such a situation, he allowed his opponent to undergo tribulation unhindered, refraining from striking—a magnanimity unmatched.

Indeed, should the master act, his cultivation realm ensured that the tribulation posed little challenge. And using the tribulation to subdue the "Mad Demon" would have been a golden opportunity. Yet he willingly passed it up—such virtue, who else could match?

The Saint Heir maintained a calm composure. For him, the flattery was acceptable—not particularly stirring—but sufficient to spread his reputation far and wide.

Regardless of who encountered him, they would respectfully address him as "Master."

That was enough to satisfy him.

"Tribulation is tribulation; it should not waste the master's time. Let us undergo it together," Lin Fan replied.

As his voice fell.

Lin Fan struck decisively. He did not summon his Holy Weapon but instead harnessed Martial Arts Power and Immortal Path magic. The fusion of these two forces produced an unprecedentedly terrifying momentum.

Boom!

A bolt of tribulation lightning descended, roaring like a serpent, vowing to engulf Lin Fan.

Crackling!

Lightning coiled around Lin Fan, its sparks dazzling, its brilliance making it hard for anyone to keep their eyes open.

The Saint Heir's heart swelled with joy but quickly detected something amiss. The opponent had absorbed the lightning onto himself—not as harm, but to direct it toward him. When closely examined, the lightning had coalesced in Lin Fan's fist, which was now aimed at the Saint Heir.

"Damn it."

The Saint Heir struck with a Buddha palm as the lightning sought a conductor, transferring itself away. Yet the sheer barbaric force of Lin Fan's fist left the Saint Heir shaken.

Such power could rival, if not surpass, that of a Daluo Golden Immortal.

"What a cunning fellow, leveraging the tribulation and converting it into an attack for me to bear. Such ingenuity!"

Privately, the Saint Heir cursed himself. Thankfully, the tribulation lightning posed no significant danger to someone of his realm—it was merely irritating.

For those immortal spectators lacking insight, their perception remained surface-level.

Seeing the Saint Heir enveloped in lightning, their thoughts converged.

No wonder the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple boasted such remarkable monks—a selfless master helping a "Mad Demon" conduct tribulation. Such altruism!

Yet more discerning immortals noticed something amiss.

Lin Fan manipulated the tribulation lightning, channeling it into an assault for the Saint Heir to endure. This divine skill was domineering and suggested his cultivation realm had reached staggering heights—even the forces of tribulation could be redirected.

Lin Fan possessed the Martial Arts Ultimate Body and the Ancestor Dragon Floating Body. His physical strength was already fearsome—so powerful that even tribulation caused negligible harm.

While his technique "Upturning Heaven and Earth" was merely a Great Divine Power...

When cultivated to its pinnacle, even the most advanced divine skills became terrifying, intertwining with the profound essence of Dao itself.

Mere tribulation, therefore, could hardly restrain him.