CHAPTER 549: CHAPTER 0541: AN OMINOUS FEELING

"Shit!"

"Shit!"

Vital Dragon cursed, his impeccably handsome dragon scales shattered, bleeding all over—couldn’t they see that?

These Immortal Monarchs were seriously damn dogs.

He had thought too much.

Originally he believed he could hold out for a while. But he underestimated the combat power this pack of Immortal Monarchs could unleash when they were drooling over his body. They’d immediately rained down a storm of attacks—he couldn’t hold on!

"You’re all too ruthless. This Vital Dragon is kind of weak," an Immortal Monarch shouted.

When facing the Vital Dragon, they were initially quite cautious; after all, it was a terrifying beast.

But who could’ve guessed? This Vital Dragon seemed kind of feeble, far weaker than anticipated.

Vital Dragon nearly spewed a mouthful of old blood upon hearing this.

Could you still have a shred of shame?

Weak? Me?

Look at how many of you there are—never seen such shameless people in my life!

Absolutely fucking shameless.

A pack of Immortal Monarchs relentlessly chasing him, treating him to an unstoppable thrashing. If it were one-on-one, he wouldn’t fear anyone; but as things stood, he had no choice but to endure the pain and let them rage-hammer him for a while.

He cried out silently in his heart.

Didn’t you promise to come help me? Why haven’t you shown up yet? My situation is dire—on the verge of being beaten to death!

Faced with the slaughter from these Immortal Monarchs, Vital Dragon really couldn’t hold up.

Lin Fan observed the scene unfolding before him.

His mindset was calm.

Watching the accumulation of mana rising steadily brought him great joy. This was exactly how it should be. Though he did feel a bit exasperated with Vital Dragon’s capabilities.

He’d hoped it could last for a little longer.

But looking at things now...

Clearly, he’d overestimated.

Fine.

Time for him to step in; otherwise, Vital Dragon might genuinely get killed, and that would be a somewhat significant loss.

At this moment.

A towering longsword, forged from the Immortal Monarch Laws, condensed between heaven and earth. Its brilliance radiated sharply—it exuded an intensely dangerous aura.

That Immortal Monarch had revealed his true strength.

When Vital Dragon sensed this menacing force, his heart grew heavy, and a hint of panic set in. At this rate, he might actually get sliced to death.

Suddenly.

Lin Fan transmitted a message to him. Vital Dragon’s greatest fear was accidentally exposing their presence. That would cause unnecessary complications.

"Vital Dragon, this sovereign’s sword gathers the power of the Immortal Monarch Heavens. Surrender now."

As soon as the words were spoken.

That Immortal Monarch made his move.

The Immortal Monarch’s sword shook heaven and earth, its power terrifying to the extreme. The unstable space of the Chaos Secret Realm began to tremble. Vital Dragon stayed calm throughout; the recent transmission had steadied his heart.

Facing the strike, he didn’t even attempt to dodge.

Bring it on.

No way he’d be scared.

Just as the Immortal Monarch’s sword slashed down, a figure appeared in front of Vital Dragon, raised a hand, and grabbed the blade. With a gentle squeeze—*crack*—the overwhelming strike instantly crumbled into oblivion.

"Who?"

"Who dares to interfere with our capture of the Vital Dragon?"

The Immortal Monarchs from various factions stared at the scene, their faces changing dramatically. Their prey, already served up on a platter, suddenly took an unexpected turn. This was entirely beyond their imagination.

Lin Fan stood amidst the void, still concealing his true identity. What he was doing now was bound to provoke fury—and being remembered wasn’t exactly a smart move.

The Immortal Realm was too dangerous.

Better to keep a low profile.

"Vital Dragon belongs to me now. Wherever you came from, kindly roll back to where you belong," Lin Fan spat venomous words, ready to welcome the inevitable brutal backlash.

Of course.

He wouldn’t actually get trashed.

At most, he’d fight them evenly.

An uproar erupted.

Sure enough, once Lin Fan uttered those words, the Immortal Monarchs were utterly enraged. Such arrogance—daring to act so wildly before them—was he blind?

Unforgivable!

Absolutely unforgivable.

Even the ordinary disciples watching were seething with fury.

"Never expected to meet such a cocky guy in the Secret Realm."

"Elders, teach him a lesson!"

"Yeah, beat him down!"

They were just a bunch of cheerleading babies. Asking them to step forward and fight was out of the question; at most, they’d shout, venting their dissatisfaction.

"Who exactly are you?"

The Immortal Monarchs growled angrily. They moved in groups because encountering anyone solo here often implied a degree of danger; anyone bold enough to appear in this place wasn’t ordinary.

But now, the numbers were on their side.

There was no reason to be afraid.

"With your status and strength, you’re unworthy of knowing who I am," Lin Fan replied indifferently.

Holy crap!

Such audacity!

The Immortal Monarchs stared at Lin Fan in stunned disbelief. Given their identities and positions, the mere fact that they’d exchanged words with him demonstrated significant courtesy.

Yet Lin Fan didn’t seem inclined to extend them the same courtesy.

Filthy bastard.

This was beyond offensive.

The Immortal Monarchs exchanged glances, their fury obvious. It had been pushed to the extreme. They were ready to explode.

"Why waste words with him? Attack!"

"Agreed!"

Lin Fan watched the furious Immortal Monarchs, his demeanor remaining calm and unperturbed. He had plenty to say, but ultimately dismissed the thought—what was the point? Wasn’t it just a brawl?

As if he’d back down.

Vital Dragon heaved a sigh of relief. He wanted no part of this mess; his dragon scales were broken, and dragon blood flowed freely—a pitiful sight indeed. He firmly decided he wouldn’t participate in what came next.

He’d just quietly watch Lin Fan perform.

No way he’d meddle further.

If Lin Fan’s posturing backfired, and he got pummeled by the enraged Immortal Monarchs, Vital Dragon was ready to flee—no hesitation, full throttle.

In an instant.

The Immortal Monarchs struck.

They had already endured Lin Fan’s antics for far too long. When patience wore out, there was no need for restraint.

Qin Yang and Xiang Fei, observing the spectacle, felt their hands itching.

"This beating is really something—it’s so intense, it’s tempting me to jump in and give it a shot," Qin Yang remarked, feeling confident in his abilities and eager to clash with the Immortal Monarchs. As long as he deployed his Holy Weapon, it shouldn’t be an issue.

Xiang Fei glanced at him and said, "I don’t mean to look down on you, but considering your current state, if you land in there, I fear even Brother Lin might not be able to protect you. Best stay put and watch quietly."

"What? You don’t believe in me?" Qin Yang exclaimed unhappily. Being doubted by others was one thing, but having his own close brother question him felt particularly exasperating.

Xiang Fei said nothing, but his gaze spoke volumes—Do you have no self-awareness?

Still asking if I trust you?

He didn’t even want to waste additional words on him.

But strangely.

Qin Yang’s heart wasn’t at ease at the moment—it felt restless, as though something ominous was approaching.

The sensation wasn’t good.

Honestly, it was rather terrifying.