Chapter 503: Chapter 503

A group of Sword Immortals carrying swords on their backs paused briefly here. Suddenly, they noticed the piercing Sword Intent far off in the Heavenly Vault and immediately stood up.

"That’s the elder’s aura."

"Let’s go! The elder is summoning us. Hurry and see what’s happened."

The group of Sword Immortals rode their swords.

Flying through the air normally—is that possible?

Of course it is, but riding swords is far more impressive. Besides, it’s a distinctive trait. Anyone who sees it would immediately recognize their origins.

"Brother Lin, this guy is a bit arrogant. I mentioned your name, yet he showed no respect. From the looks of it, he seems to think he has us cornered. What do you say we should do?" Qin Yang wanted to say: In my entire life, I’ve never seen anyone as brazen as you.

It’s just you alone—seeing the three of us, not only do you show no fear, but you act so recklessly.

This is truly unreasonable.

Lin Fan glanced at the opponent. "You were calling for reinforcements earlier—I advise you not to do that. Perhaps your actions will drag those around you into a dark abyss. By then, you’ll regret it immensely."

He found it amusing how people were these days.

The suffering often comes from those who don’t take things seriously at first, only to fall victim to tragic circumstances later. Lin Fan considered himself a principled individual; he never initiated trouble, yet trouble always found him, forcing him to deal with it.

After he fought back, they’d cry, beg, and plead for mercy.

How utterly frustrating.

Zhang Zhixian chuckled, "Thank you for the kind intention, friend, but my stance is quite clear. Why not share with me? This Immortal Vein is vast enough. Four people sharing is perfect. Besides, I have dozens of men nearby—if they arrive and see this Immortal Vein, they might not negotiate as kindly as I am now."

The meaning behind the threat was obvious.

In no uncertain terms, he was telling Lin Fan: I have dozens of reinforcements. Think carefully. I’m offering you a chance now, but if you refuse, don’t regret it later.

"It’s reached its limit." Xiang Fei remarked.

Lin Fan extended his five fingers toward the Immortal Vein, mana surging as he enveloped the vein, attempting to store it in his Storage Ring.

Seeing him extract the Immortal Vein, Zhang Zhixian couldn’t tolerate it. He swung his sword, producing dazzling sword light of immense sharpness that caused the surrounding magma to quake under its influence.

"Courting death." Lin Fan casually waved his hand, unleashing the Great Cutting Skill that ruptured the Heavenly Vault, instantly nullifying Zhang Zhixian’s sword strike. Simultaneously, his Immortal Sword vibrated violently in his hand, showing cracks.

"Hmm?" Zhang Zhixian noticed his sword’s condition, and his expression changed drastically. With a sword technique at his fingertips, he directed the spinning sword to lift him and return to the surface.

He immediately realized the opponent’s strength was extraordinary. Facing the three of them was too much pressure. He wasn’t foolish enough to engage them further. Wordlessly, he retreated outside, determined to wait for their emergence and deal with them then.

"Ran off so quickly."

Qin Yang sneered in disdain. What a joke. The three of them were already about to take the treasure, yet this clown showed up, shamelessly wanting a share. Absurd!

Lin Fan fully extracted the Immortal Vein. The ground trembled as the Vein was removed, its absence causing the earth to collapse. Within moments, Lin Fan sealed the vein inside his Storage Ring.

"This place is caving in. Let’s go."

He grabbed the two of them and instantly vanished.

"Junior brother, what’s happening here?"

Zhang Zhixian said, "Fellow disciples, I just discovered an Immortal Vein down below."

The crowd was stunned, incredulous. An Immortal Vein was an extraordinary treasure. Presently, such veins are exceedingly rare. For there to be one here—it was undeniably thrilling news for them.

Zhang Zhixian continued, "Yet three individuals are already inside excavating it. As you all know, treasures like Immortal Treasures should be shared among those who discover them. That’s the principle of our Thief Sword Pavilion and the rule of the Southern Ridge. But those three, relying on their numbers, forcibly attacked me and drove me away."

"Now, by my command, disciples, set up the Demon-slaying Sword Formation and prepare to suppress them when they emerge."

The disciples responded in unison and moved swiftly.

Forming sword techniques with their fingers, they pointed into the distance, sending Immortal Swords flying toward the ground where they embedded themselves.

Upon hearing the elder’s declaration, they too burned with rage.

How could such people exist?

Treasure should be shared among finders—that’s both their sect’s rule and the Southern Ridge’s code. Defying this principle demanded strict retribution.

The Demon-slaying Sword Formation activated, forming a massive circle of light, ready to suppress the trespassers when they stepped into it.

Three figures emerged.

Lin Fan surveyed the surroundings. By their stance, it was clear they had no intention of bluffing—they’d truly been waiting for them.

"Friends, are you serious about this?" Lin Fan asked. Check latest chapters at nοvelfire.net

Zhang Zhixian replied, "My friends, anyone who discovers an Immortal Vein should share a portion—as I mentioned earlier down below. Even now, I maintain the same stance. If you’re willing to hand over the Immortal Vein for shares, that will settle this matter."

"Of course, earlier we would’ve split it four ways, but now, given my numerous comrades here, they must be included in the shares."

Though he wore a smile, it made people feel immensely irritated.

It was as if he had already cornered Lin Fan and his allies.

Qin Yang whispered, "Brother Lin, do you see that smug look on his face? I’m finding it hard to resist smashing it. Do you feel the same?"

"I do." Lin Fan replied.

Indeed, like Qin Yang said, the urge to beat him up was undeniable.

Xiang Fei sighed, "Though I haven’t visited the Southern Ridge in ages, I didn’t expect their Immortals to remain as arrogant as ever. Alas, this battle is inevitable."

"Friends, have you made your peace?" Zhang Zhixian asked.

Lin Fan glanced at him and cursed, "A demand as shameless as yours—I’ve never seen the likes of it. What else is there to consider? Let me test your strength myself."

In the blink of an eye.

Zhang Zhixian’s expression darkened. "Rejecting kindness when given!"

"Activate the array and fully suppress them here!"

The surrounding disciples channeled their mana, light bursting from their fingertips and flowing into the sword formation.

Wind and clouds surged in the heavens and earth as the Demon-slaying Sword Formation activated. Countless Immortal Swords intertwined and ascended, forming a menacing Sword Dragon concentrated into one point. Its overwhelming force swept forth.

The momentum was awe-inspiring—formidable and grand.

The heavens brimmed with terrifying Sword Intent, impossible to resist.

"This sword formation is indeed impressive." Lin Fan commented with surprise as he observed the sweeping Sword Dragon. Remaining unfazed, he pointed straight ahead at the Void.

Clear, resonant explosive sounds echoed.

The Immortal Swords shattered but continued relentlessly, seemingly endless.

Zhang Zhixian, seeing that the formation couldn’t suppress them, yelled furiously: "Disciples, listen! Unite your swords to a single point!"

Those controlling the formation roared, shifting into a new Immortal Technique. The Immortal Swords within the Demon-slaying Formation merged, forming a colossal glowing sword.

The disciples screamed as they thrust the mighty Immortal Sword forward.

Light ripples emanated from its sword tip, creating fractures in the Void as it advanced.

"Blending shared strength and leveraging the formation’s power produces an astounding result," Lin Fan noted thoughtfully with a nod. "But..."

"It’s a pity it’s too weak."

Lin Fan spread his five fingers wide, grabbing onto the colossal sword. The disciples realized they couldn’t control the sword anymore. Before long, they saw it rotate and fall under Lin Fan’s command. Lifting it above his head, he slashed it directly toward them.

"Ah! How is this happening?"

The disciples panicked as terror overtook them.

Lin Fan shouted, "Since you were swinging it so slowly, let me help you. Here’s a return strike!"

The sword gleamed, its brilliance illuminating the sky.

The slash tore the earth apart, leaving a deep, endless chasm, and dense clouds of dust concealed everything from view.

[Mana gained: 800,000 years.]

[Immortal-level Divine Skill acquired: Thousand Light Divine Slash.]

Lin Fan hadn’t anticipated such rewards, considering he held no expectations for these weak Immortals.

Yet they dropped mana.

Lin Fan’s mana had reached nearly 4.3 million years—an exceptional level even within the Daluo Golden Immortal stage. Entering the Immortal Monarch stage wouldn’t take long.

As for the Immortal-level Divine Skill, he wasn’t particularly concerned.

Lamentation arose from the disciples.

Most didn’t perish—many were simply collateral damage, sustaining severe injuries.

"You..." Zhang Zhixian was dismayed by the situation. The Demon-slaying Sword Formation was a powerful tool of the Thief Sword Pavilion, capable of blending vast mana to unleash strength dozens of times stronger than an individual’s.

Lin Fan raised his hand, fingers gripping tightly. With a loud crash, all the Immortal Swords embedded in the ground were shattered to pieces, scattering as debris.

"Friend, I warned you earlier—don’t regret your actions, but you refused to listen. Now, with this outcome, it’s truly heartbreaking."

For him, these weak Immortals held no value at all—not even worthy to be called prey.

Zhang Zhixian, however, barely met the threshold.

"You..." Zhang Zhixian growled, striking fiercely. A Sword Dragon roared forth, aligned with a mysterious Immortal Path trajectory, its movements enigmatic and elusive.

Lin Fan swept his palm in a wide arc. Covering a massive area, it obliterated everything indiscriminately, leaving nowhere to hide.

"I just acquired a Divine Skill—let’s see if it looks familiar to you."

Lin Fan brought his fingers together, light gathering at their tips as fine shards of Sword Intent circled around. Gradually, the Sword Intent multiplied, converging into a swirling storm.

"This is the Thousand Light Divine Slash! Who are you? Why do you possess the Thief Sword Pavilion’s skill?"

Zhang Zhixian exclaimed in shock. When the storm-like Sword Intent condensed into a singular point and struck him, he extended his hand to block. A screech sounded as an arm was severed cleanly—it was utterly defenseless.

Even knowing the Thousand Light Divine Slash well.

He still couldn’t withstand it.