Chapter 592: Chapter 592

Where the light of the fist strikes, everything turns to nothingness; Divine Power spreads across the heavenly vault, followed by the anguished screams of despair.

The Futu Gate trembled violently, then shattered with a loud crash, dissipating into the world.

A blood hole marred the chest of Immortal Emperor Futu.

Golden blood flowed profusely.

Within the blood hole, strands of the Immortal Emperor’s Law swirled, constantly repairing the wound, but a mysterious force shattered these laws endlessly.

"Immortal Emperor Futu, don’t think you can heal your injury. That punch just now contained over a hundred kinds of Divine Power that I’ve cultivated to this day. Do you think your Immortal Emperor Law alone can resist that?"

"Moreover, my mana rivals yours. What will you use to fight me?"

Lin Fan declared arrogantly.

Not giving Immortal Emperor Futu the slightest regard.

"You insolent brat, how dare you injure me !" Immortal Emperor Futu roared in furious anger. Indeed, it is often said that an Immortal Emperor’s wrath can shatter the heavens and the earth; yet now, despite his rage, it was entirely pointless.

For he faced Lin Fan.

A force equal to none but an Immortal Emperor themselves.

"Injure you? Haha, killing you is the main goal."

Lin Fan’s gaze sharpened, and in an instant, he vanished from his original position. In the next moment, he reappeared before Immortal Emperor Futu. His Martial Arts Ultimate Body exploded, manifesting a terrifying phantom butcher of martial arts, its massive hand descending fiercely upon Futu’s chest.

Immortal Emperor Futu’s imperial body trembled, his laws shattered inch by inch, utterly incapable of resisting Lin Fan’s dominance.

Lin Fan transitioned from ranged Divine Power to close combat, punch after punch striking Immortal Emperor Futu. Even if the other’s Immortal Emperor Law was incomparably mighty, under such relentless attacks, it was hard to hold out, and he could only watch as his laws crumbled continuously.

Immortal Emperor Futu, now red-eyed with fury, unleashed Emperor Skills, but in the face of suppressive force, any resistance was futile.

So what if he mastered Emperor Skills? Lin Fan’s Heavenly Dao-level Divine Skills had all reached perfection—they carried the essence of shattering Immortal Emperor Laws with every movement.

Immortal Emperor Futu was violently slammed into the ground, utterly subdued by Lin Fan’s rampage. Whether it be Immortal Path or Martial Arts Power, anything that could strike was unleashed without hesitation.

The prodigies had long fled to preserve their lives; none dared linger with thoughts of spectating, for to remain meant to forfeit one’s life.

The world grew quieter and quieter.

No sounds of combat could be heard.

Lin Fan stood there, then stepped forward and lowered his foot. With a crisp sound, his foot landed on Immortal Emperor Futu’s face. The once lofty and supreme Immortal Emperor now resembled nothing more than a dog, his face cruelly trampled by Lin Fan.

The Immortal Emperor’s body was shattered beyond recognition.

Ruined to its extreme.

Held together only by the remnants of his Immortal Emperor Law.

"How does this situation feel for you? Is it humiliation? Or perhaps, Immortal Emperors are merely this insignificant? Let me be honest—you’re lucky. If this battle dragged on longer, I fear fortune would no longer favor you."

Lin Fan lowered his brow, gazing at Immortal Emperor Futu with disdain.

If he himself had reached the Immortal Emperor Realm, naturally Futu would have perished with just one punch.

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Rain fell from the heavens, gently sprinkling the surroundings.

Lin Fan extended his hand, catching the descending droplets. He brought it to his mouth, tasting it lightly.

"It seems heaven has already foreseen the fall of an Immortal Emperor and was so disappointed it shed tears."

Lin Fan mused sorrowfully.

Finally, he was able to down an Immortal Emperor. He had waited for this day for so long.

"You dare..." Immortal Emperor Futu attempted to roar and curse, but when his gaze met Lin Fan’s murderous intent, his heart shuddered. The Dao heart he thought unshakable shattered entirely, and in despair, he pleaded bitterly, "I’ve lost. I truly have lost. Battles of Immortal Emperors should not end in death. You and I both pursue the Dao Fruit; consider the difficulty of my cultivation and spare me."

Immortal Emperor Futu pleaded for his life.

Though he had attained the Immortal Emperor Realm, he had not yet transcended the bounds of life and death. Fear of death still lingered. Has anyone truly comprehended life and death?

Who understands transcendence?

Even those monks in the Buddhist Temple who claim enlightenment, most merely have alternatives to fall back on. They know the Buddha Fruit exists and simply transform into another form.

And those who lack such alternatives yet claim transcendence—they are resigning to inevitability, preferring serene acceptance and leaving behind a legacy over undignified wailing against unfair heavens, clinging desperately to life.

"What did you call me?" Lin Fan asked, astonished, tilting his ear slightly to listen.

"Emperor Lin," Immortal Emperor Futu answered humbly.

"Say it again." Lin Fan spoke.

"Hahahahaha..." Lin Fan laughed aloud, his laughter shaking the heavens and echoing for thousands of miles. Even the fleeing prodigies heard it.

"Today, I, Lin Fan, am proclaimed Emperor Lin by Immortal Emperor Futu. Delightful indeed! Today marks my day of Emperor-slaying; from now on, Immortal Emperor Futu shall vanish from the imperial rankings."

"No..." Immortal Emperor Futu cried out in unwilling despair.

Lin Fan’s foot pressed against Futu’s throat, and with a piercing sound, terrifying power penetrated Futu’s body. His head separated from his corpse instantly, and the immense force obliterated the countless Immortal Emperor Laws within him, even directly annihilating his Divine Soul.

The heavenly vault shook, Dao manifested, marking the death of an Immortal Emperor. The heavens felt it; the world unraveled, winds and clouds in turmoil.

Lin Fan bent down, lifting Futu’s lifeless head. His face bore an expression of shock and grievance—it seemed even in life he had never imagined the possibility of his demise, much less that it would come at the hands of a junior he had once scorned.

But all of this had now become reality.

"Immortal Emperor Futu, may your death bring about something for me to anticipate."

Lin Fan murmured darkly.

The prodigies who had fled stood frozen in place, blankly staring at the blood-clouds filling the skies for thousands of miles.

An unknown voice suddenly cried out.

"The Emperor’s fallen."

"Immortal Emperor Futu is dead."

The speaker screamed in fear and wretched confusion, his face twisted in an ultimate expression of terror, his bulging eyes suggesting he had witnessed horrors beyond comprehension. His heart was struck with relentless shock, powerless to accept the truth.

The War King’s body shivered, as if bewitched.

"Gone. Immortal Emperor Futu is truly gone. He actually killed Immortal Emperor Futu."

A chilling sensation crept from his feet to his head.

Only one thought remained in his mind.

"Will he kill me next?"

"The gap between him and me... it’s beyond measure."

The Heavenly Court Young Emperor’s pride collapsed entirely, leaving him ordinary and powerless. His Dao heart, battered by incomparably vast disparity, left him with no ambition to compare himself anymore.

Immortal Emperor Futu’s death shook the entire Immortal Realm.

All the great forces erupted in uproar, yet mostly consumed by dread.

The Immortal Realm had changed.