Accidentally invincible!

"Brother Qin, you can take a look, you can learn something."

Xiang Fei's eyes were fixed on the Divine Skills manifestation—it was the most terrifying scene he had ever witnessed.

Qin Yang said, "Learn what?"

"Feel it properly, it's different from yours," Xiang Fei bluntly told Qin Yang. "Brother Lin's way of showing off is different from yours. Yours is direct and crude, but in front of Brother Lin, it's not even worth mentioning. The two aren't in the same league; the gap is enormous, an unbridgeable chasm."

The Buddha's Saint Heir knelt before the Divine Skills domain.

He dared not step inside.

The terrifying anomalies conjured by the cultivation of Divine Skills were overwhelming: dazzling golden lands, sinister and dark Abysses—several irreconcilable scenes merging into one, pounding relentlessly against his Buddha's Heart.

"How can such a thing exist? To cultivate Divine Skills to this level... Is this truly what it's like?"

The Buddha's Saint Heir had been very proud of the Divine Skills he'd cultivated, but he'd never imagined how frightening it would be for Divine Skills to enter the way of the Dao. It wasn't that he hadn't wanted to achieve it; it was just that comprehending even one Divine Skill to reach the Dao was exceptionally difficult.

Among the three thousand great paths of the Dao, some were strong, some weak, but the difficulty of entering the Dao was the same for all.

The gathering Immortal practitioners could hardly believe what they were seeing.

"The Buddha's Saint Heir is actually kneeling here and doesn't dare to go inside. But he's an Immortal Monarch!"

"What does being an Immortal Monarch matter? Earlier, the other party demonstrated dozens of Divine Skills, creating this terrifying zone and even inviting the Buddha's Saint Heir to step inside. Yet the Buddha's Saint Heir, faced with this domain, was already trembling in fear."

What Lin Fan had just done was indeed the realization of the true essence of Divine Skills.

Immortal Realm.

His mana was so vast and dense that it allowed him to support casting such techniques. Dozens of Dao-aligned Divine Skills materialized here in front of everyone, inviting anyone brave enough to step inside and enjoy the display.

Without even utilizing a Holy Weapon, he'd already shattered the Buddha's Saint Heir's Buddha's Heart.

Compared to ending someone's life, this mental and spiritual attack was much more ruthless.

"Master, at least take a step forward before surrendering outright. Isn't this a bit unseemly? Wouldn't you like to get closer?" Lin Fan said calmly. His attitude was composed, with no trace of malice toward the Buddha's Saint Heir.

In his heart, however, the Buddha's Saint Heir was cursing him profusely.

"Take a step, my ass."

The Buddha's Saint Heir lowered his head, silent. His Immortal Monarch-level Buddha's Heart had been utterly shattered in the face of Lin Fan's Divine Skills domain—it was an indescribable feeling.

"No, I won't go. I absolutely won't."

The Buddha's Saint Heir shook his head repeatedly and decisively; there wasn't the slightest doubt in his actions. He had a strong premonition—if he stepped forward, he would certainly meet a grim fate.

"So, you're scared?" Lin Fan asked.

He could feel just how overwhelming his strength was. The mere manifestation of his Divine Skills domain had already subdued the other party. And this was someone of Immortal Monarch level—a remarkable Immortal Monarch at that.

"Scared!"

The Buddha's Saint Heir's voice was trembling. How could he not be terrified? He had initially dismissed Lin Fan, and as for this so-called Divine Skills domain, he thought it was just a gimmick. But now he finally understood.

Only now did he truly grasp how terrifying the Divine Skills domain was.

"Ai!"

Lin Fan sighed, clearly disappointed in the Buddha's Saint Heir. It seemed that even among Immortal Monarchs, the gaps in strength could be incredibly vast. If it were someone like Tang Xing, the Tang Immortal Monarch from the Yaochi Sacred Land, they definitely wouldn't have been this weak.

In Lin Fan's opinion, the Buddha's Saint Heir was someone who had desperately fought to break through and become an Immortal Monarch but had failed to think it through. So what if he achieved the status of Immortal Monarch? He was still so weak. He would've been better off quietly acquiring an Immortal Treasure to refine, or maybe stumbling upon a Holy Weapon to cultivate with.

Lin Fan shifted his gaze across the crowd and proclaimed loudly, "Fellow Daoists watching the show, the True Dragon Tree is with me. If anyone feels dissatisfied or wishes to take it from me, feel free to step into my domain and try."

Silence. Absolute silence.

Many Immortals indeed desired the True Dragon Tree, but the situation was too complex. No matter what, they had to ensure they had the capability first.

At this moment, Zuo Xian's face was grim. He turned to a mysterious man beside him and said, "If you're so capable, why not step in and take a look for yourself?"

The mysterious man replied, "I am no match for him. The Divine Skills domain is indeed formidable. Moreover, he undoubtedly holds back some cards. Entering would mean certain death."

Zuo Xian snorted disdainfully.

Some Immortal practitioners watched Zuo Xian curiously, then whispered among themselves.

"Look at Zuo Xian talking to himself. He seems a bit... odd, doesn't he?"

"Who knows? Maybe he's taken the blow pretty hard."

In any case, Zuo Xian's odd behavior didn't attract too much attention.

Even those who noticed it didn't take it too seriously.

"So, no takers?"

Lin Fan scanned his surroundings and asked. He wasn't at all surprised by the lack of response. His overwhelming display of strength against the Buddha's Saint Heir had undoubtedly left an indelible impression in everyone's hearts.

Since even the Buddha's Saint Heir couldn't contend with Lin Fan, who here would be foolish enough to think they were up for the challenge?

Qin Yang said, "Brother Lin, let's go. No one here dares to challenge you now. We're simply too extraordinary. Staying any longer will only make them feel even more humiliated."

He truly admired how domineering Brother Lin was.

How he wished he could be just as extraordinary.

Yet deep down, he couldn't help but feel there was an absurd gap between them.

Lin Fan was ready to depart. But of course, he didn't plan on letting the Buddha's Saint Heir off so easily. Seizing the opportunity while the latter's Buddha's Heart was shattered and mind unsettled, Lin Fan intended to capture him directly.

However, in that moment—

The Buddha's Saint Heir seemed to sense the imminent danger. In a flash, he transformed into a streak of golden light, fleeing far into the distance.

Even with his Buddha's Heart broken...

His Immortal Monarch-level power remained intact—how could he be captured so easily?

"Today, you may have shattered my Buddha's Heart, but someday we will debate on the philosophies of the Buddha," the Buddha's Saint Heir's voice carried from afar as his figure disappeared into the horizon.

"What a swift escape," Lin Fan remarked helplessly. He had originally planned to capture the Buddha's Saint Heir. While the bald monk might be irritating, he was still of high quality. Even with his Buddha's Heart broken, he was still a valuable piglet.

"Fellow Daoists, I bid you farewell."

He cupped his fists toward the onlookers. Although he had considered taking them all as figurative piglets, he reasoned with himself that such behavior wasn't befitting of righteous Immortals like them.

Lin Fan departed alongside Qin Yang and Xiang Fei, their pace gradually quickening. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared from sight.

It was as though they had committed some mischief, temporarily startling their audience into submission but speeding away before anyone could react. Even if the others figured out what had happened, they wouldn't be able to catch them.

In the distance—

"Brother Lin, just now, you were absolutely domineering."

Qin Yang was truly elated, feeling more satisfied than ever. Especially after battling the War King and stamping out his arrogance, Qin Yang's mood was soaring.

Lin Fan smiled. "The gains were decent. Although the True Dragon Tree turned out to be a Blood Dragon Tree, it's still a remarkable treasure."

Xiang Fei mused, "Brother Lin, we must tread carefully. The Golden Winged King held a high status within the Golden Clan and bore many expectations. Now that he's been killed, the Golden Clan surely won't let this slide. And there's also the issue of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Monastery—they may come to seek retribution. Have you decided where we'll lay low for a while?"

"This... I haven't figured out yet," Lin Fan admitted. He honestly hadn't given much thought to finding a hiding spot.

Truthfully, there didn't seem to be much need to hide at all.

Qin Yang chimed in, "If you ask me, why hide at all? There's no need. It's not so easy for them to find us."

"And even if they find us, so what? It depends on whether they have the strength to back it up."

Qin Yang's tone carried an air of arrogance.

Perhaps his recent surge in power, coupled with the Holy Weapon in his possession, had made him overconfident.

Lin Fan nodded. "What Qin Yang says makes some sense. It's good to be cautious, but as long as we keep a low profile, nothing should happen."

Xiang Fei was left speechless.

Low profile?

He had once trusted that Lin Fan was a low-key individual.

But now... Bah! Whoever believed that would be an idiot.

Days later—

The news from the Dragon Nest spread far and wide.

Qin Yang, scion of the Immortal Venerable Family, overwhelmed the War King, trampling a once-high-and-mighty prodigy underfoot. The previously underwhelming Qin Yang, famed only for coasting by with the aid of Immortal Treasures, had finally revealed his hidden talents.

Even more shocking was the Golden Clan prodigy, the Golden Winged King, being slain on-site.

Disregarding the Golden Clan's prestige, Lin Fan had acted decisively to claim the Golden Winged King's Space-Time Golden Wings.

Even the Buddha's Saint Heir, a disciple of the esteemed Ten Thousand Buddhas Monastery, had been subdued, his Buddha's Heart shattered as he retreated in humiliation.

The series of events left the Immortal Realm abuzz.

The reputation of the "Devil Hands Madman" shook the realm. Many speculated that among the Immortal Realm's peerless prodigies, this person could rank among the top ten.

All eyes turned to the Golden Clan.

With such a monumental affront, it was unthinkable for the Golden Clan to remain silent. After all, the Golden Winged King had been their chosen prodigy, meticulously cultivated with countless precious resources.

For him to die like this—

Years of effort and investment had gone up in smoke.

Until one day—

A storm of wrath erupted from the Golden Clan. A streak of divine light shot out and tore through the heavens. Everyone knew what this meant—the Golden Clan was making their move. Of course, they wouldn't let this matter rest.

Qin Family—

"Big Brother, Qin Yang's doing well! He's making a name for himself out there, even besting the War King. Truly impressive!" Qin Xiangtian reported gleefully. When he first heard the news, he could hardly believe it.

As Qin Yang's second uncle, he was well aware of the boy's capabilities. For the most part, Qin Yang had relied on the family's Immortal Treasures to scrape by. That he was now carving out a reputation on his own was quite unexpected.

The Emperor Qin, however, remained expressionless and even sneered. "What's so impressive about overcoming the War King? If he had focused on proper cultivation earlier, he would have made his name long ago."

"Big Brother, don't be so harsh. That brat finally woke up—it's a good thing. And from what I've seen, those two companions of his aren't bad at all. Although... they're a bit too reckless. They killed the Golden Winged King over in the Dragon Nest. Who knows if the Golden Clan will trace this back to our Qin Family," Qin Xiangtian said.

He hadn't expected Qin Yang's companions to be so bold.

If it had been him, he wouldn't dare kill the Golden Winged King.

He might've given him a good beating, but not taken his life. If there were no casualties, there would always be room for negotiation.

But now, with a life lost, there was no room to talk.

The Emperor Qin said nothing more. Cold and indifferent as ever. If Qin Yang had overheard, he'd probably ask: "Am I your actual son? Or did you just pick me up from the trash? Because damn, this is too heartless."

Was there really no reaction to such big news?

Zero emotion?

Qin Xiangtian secretly observed his elder brother. While the Emperor Qin appeared aloof, he could tell that deep inside, he wasn't as indifferent as he seemed. Surely, he was secretly pleased.

After all, Qin Yang was his flesh and blood.

PS: Planning to start a new book soon. Hmm, the main character will be in a mental hospital...