Chapter 525: Chapter 525

They couldn’t care less about the Vital Dragon’s situation.

As long as it’s useful, it must be obtained. Just take a look at that fat, plump body—it makes people itch with desire. How could they possibly let it go just like that?

"Brother Lin, what do you say? Should we go out and ambush them, knock these three guys flat, and then subdue that dragon?" Qin Yang whispered.

The opponents are at the Immortal Monarch Realm, but so what? He didn’t take them seriously at all.

It’s all because Brother Lin is by his side; if Brother Lin weren’t here, he’d undoubtedly be much more nervous.

"Wait, hold off for now and watch the situation first," Lin Fan said. Heading out now would just be troublesome; the three Immortal Monarchs and the dragon are all at their peak. Although he could indeed handle them on his own,

to keep things low-key and ensure absolute certainty, he must wait until they fight to the death and exhaust all their techniques before making a dominant appearance. That scene would undoubtedly be spectacular.

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There’s no alternative.

The Immortal Realm is just that dangerous—if you’re not a bit treacherous yourself, you can’t claim you’ve truly survived it.

"Their luck is truly astounding, coming across a Vital Dragon in a secret realm that has been raided for thousands of years. Selling a whole, living Vital Dragon—its price would be unimaginable," Xiang Fei remarked.

Vital Dragons are formed from mountain ranges. A mountain range containing a Vital Dragon can alter the terrain, producing benefits that are beyond extraordinary.

"It seems this dragon is destined to cross paths with us."

Qin Yang said confidently, clearly feeling emboldened, completely disregarding the three Immortal Monarchs.

In the past, encountering an Immortal Monarch would have been overwhelming, a being to look up to in awe. But now, they no longer take Immortal Monarchs seriously; thinking about it feels both terrifying and surreal.

Perhaps it’s truly because of Lin Fan’s presence that everyone’s standards have been raised astronomically.

"Shh! Watch quietly and don’t say anything, so as not to be discovered," Lin Fan instructed.

The scene was intense.

The Vital Dragon had truly started fighting for its life. If it couldn’t escape from the three Immortal Monarchs, its fate would be immeasurably tragic.

The three Immortal Monarchs wielded ruthless methods, their Immortal Techniques and Divine Skills emitting brilliant radiance, suppressing and crushing the Void.

A ray of golden light burst forth from the palm of one of the Immortal Monarchs, fiercely striking the Vital Dragon’s body. A deafening boom resounded, followed by a sorrowful dragon’s roar echoing across the heavens and earth.

The Vital Dragon roared furiously, thrashing its tail with incredible speed. Under the dragon tail’s onslaught, the void began to collapse. One of the Immortal Monarchs’ expressions shifted slightly, and with a loud bang, he was sent flying into the distance by the tail’s strike.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The three of them had reached the Immortal Monarch Realm in cultivation, but the Vital Dragon’s strength was formidable, and its defenses astonishing. In single combat, it might not be possible to overwhelm it.

However, with the three working together, their chances appeared favorable.

They simply hadn’t expected that confronting the Vital Dragon with even slight carelessness would result in such a heavy blow.

Spectator Lin Fan was exhilarated, pumped with excitement—beautifully done, this was magnificent.

Fight even more fiercely!

I have high hopes for you all.

In his heart, Lin Fan called out, resembling more of a sideline fan waving flags for the combatants, waiting eagerly for their battle to grow even more intense.

The outcome of the battle began to take shape.

The Vital Dragon, battling one against three, inevitably showed signs of strain. Despite unleashing unimaginable strength, it eventually collapsed to the ground, its massive body riddled with wounds. Huge gashes opened in many areas, blood flowing freely, its scales shattered in disarray—a tragic and pitiful sight.

"You, as Human Clan Immortal Monarchs, why can’t you tolerate my existence?" the Vital Dragon roared unwillingly. Its once-majestic demeanor had become grimy and disheveled after the battle.

It was filled with resentment.

This shouldn’t have been the case.

But what use is unwillingness? The outcome had already been determined, and no amount of words would change it.

"Where does all this nonsense come from?" An Immortal Monarch replied coldly, yet his mood clearly showed delight. This was a tremendous harvest; even an Immortal King would covet Vital Dragons and seek to suppress them.

"Dragon, spare the formalities—let’s just kill it, split it up, and go."

Keeping the Vital Dragon alive would be far more valuable, but now with only the three of them in the secret realm handling it, who could possibly rest easy? Forget keeping it alive—better to kill it outright and slice up the spoils, ensuring this venture wasn’t in vain.

Suddenly, an Immortal Monarch gathered mana and attacked fiercely. A streak of sharp energy tore through the Void, descending upon the Vital Dragon.

A voice swept in from afar, whooshing: a ray of golden light pierced the air and obliterated the sharp energy.

"In broad daylight, what injustice is this! Three against one—shameful beyond measure!"

Lin Fan emerged from the Void, taking one step forward, his figure vanishing from its previous position, reappearing in the space between the Vital Dragon and the three Immortal Monarchs.

Qin Yang and Xiang Fei followed closely behind.

Originally, Xiang Fei wasn’t supposed to show up here, but he didn’t care anymore; after everything they’d been through, he seemed to have come to terms with many things. What’s the big deal? Even if they knew he was in the West Plain Desert—so what?

What could they do to him?

Seeing someone suddenly intervene, the three Immortal Monarchs were indeed somewhat tense, worried that all their effort might ultimately result in their spoils being stolen. But upon realizing it was Lin Fan, they immediately felt relieved.

That makes things much easier.

"Who are you?" asked the slightly overweight Immortal Monarch.

"Witnessing injustice, I drew my blade to assist. Watching you three gang up on the poor guy and beat him into the dirt—I couldn’t stand for it, so I stepped in to stop you," Lin Fan replied.

The hot-tempered Immortal Monarch shouted in rage, "Who are these three bratty kids? If you don’t want to die, roll away now!"

Qin Yang couldn’t tolerate this anymore and viciously cursed, "Can’t you darn well speak properly? We’re trying to reason with you, but as soon as you open your mouth, you start spewing filth. As Immortal Monarchs, is this all the decency you have?"

"Do you even know who I am?"

He instinctively prepared to reveal his identity, but a sudden realization stopped him—revealing who he was would also expose his whereabouts, wouldn’t it?

Better to keep things low-key.

The three Immortal Monarchs exchanged surprised looks—they had never met such brazen characters.

The severely injured Vital Dragon pleaded desperately, "Respected friends, please save me... I have lived peacefully here, never disturbing anyone. Yet I’ve been targeted simply for surviving. I’ve nurtured myself for thousands of years to assume this dragon form—a creature born of heaven and earth—why must I suffer such violence?"

"Exactly, Dragon, don’t you worry. As long as I’m here, no one—aside from me—can harm you." Lin Fan declared vehemently, patting his chest with unwavering conviction.

Something seemed off about this statement.

But if you didn’t ponder over it closely, it sounded perfectly reasonable.

For the grievously wounded Vital Dragon, analysis was far from its mind. Seeing someone step in to save it—nothing could make it happier.

"Kid, your arrogance knows no bounds. Let’s see what you’re capable of!"

The hot-tempered Immortal Monarch roared in anger, smashing down with a palm strike that compresses the Void. A colossal hand tore through the Heavenly Vault, descending forcefully with the threat of mountains like Five Finger Mountain, aiming to crush the world’s audacity.

"Let me show you what I’m capable of." Lin Fan gathered his mana and unleashed Divine Skills. A radiant golden Buddha emerged, and with a single palm strike, a golden hand swept through, shattering the descending colossal hand with one explosive strike, followed by an overwhelming surge of power.

The hot-tempered Immortal Monarch’s expression changed drastically, as if he’d seen a ghost. Even if the fight with the Vital Dragon had left him slightly injured, those wounds were insignificant. This surge of power, however, was unbelievably terrifying.

This Immortal Monarch spat blood as his body was blasted backward. He barely stabilized himself after flying quite a distance.

His shocked gaze fixed on Lin Fan, as if facing an unimaginable horror.

"Who the hell are you?"

This opponent was clearly no ordinary individual. To possess such strength—he must be someone extraordinary. A prodigy? No, definitely not a mere prodigy. Only a handful of prodigies could challenge an Immortal Monarch.

And even then, only challenge.

Could this actually be some old fogey pretending to be young?

It actually seemed plausible.

"I’m Lin Fan. You might not know who I am," Lin Fan revealed his identity.

"The Mad Hand Fanatic." The three Immortal Monarchs suddenly recalled the infamous rumors they’d heard. "You’re the Mad Hand Fanatic Lin Fan? Aren’t you supposed to be in the Northern Desolation Domain? Why are you here?"

Qin Yang burst out laughing like a fool upon hearing them call out Lin Fan’s nickname, "Brother Lin, I didn’t expect your nickname to make it all the way to the West Plain Desert! That’s just too outrageously cool!"

Although Xiang Fei was the serious type, he couldn’t help but smile, almost laughing out loud himself, though he barely managed to suppress it.

Lin Fan felt both embarrassed and annoyed. He was extremely dissatisfied with this nickname. Damn it—whoever came up with it, if I find them, I’ll peel their skin!

This really is infuriating.

Even though some time had passed, Lin Fan’s reputation in the Immortal Realm lingered. After all, he’d caused quite a stir, beating up numerous prodigies, and his antics involving the Flower List Immortal were still terrifying to recall.

Even the Fairy from Yaochi Sacred Land was teased and mocked, yet he still remained alive, kicking and carefree. What could this possibly say?

It could only confirm his overwhelming audacity.

The hot-tempered Immortal Monarch sank deep into thought, his eyes flickering as he pondered how to resolve this situation. The instant he clashed with Lin Fan, he knew that he was absolutely no match for him.

Even if they all joined forces, the result would be the same.

Just from one brief exchange, he understood the odds.

"Alright, since it’s the Mad Hand Fanatic stepping in, I’ll give you face. The Vital Dragon has nurtured itself for thousands of years—it’s not easy. Forget it then," he said.

The hot-tempered Immortal Monarch immediately departed.

As for the other two companions, he didn’t know their thoughts, but his intentions were crystal clear—let’s go. What’s there to think about? Didn’t you see me coughing up blood from one hit?

This was just one strike.

The two remaining Immortal Monarchs exchanged glances. They didn’t take any further action and instead cupped their hands respectfully. "Since it’s Brother Lin, we’ll give you this face. Farewell."

Their hearts were full of frustration.

But what choice did they have?

The hot-tempered Immortal Monarch went first and got beaten so badly he spat blood—they had no illusions about the situation. There was no other way.