The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

At the same time, just as Leaman evaporated into a mist of blood, two men of Huaxia descent stood atop a skyscraper nearly a kilometer from the castle. One after the other, they walked to the edge of the rooftop railing, their gazes sweeping directly toward their destination.

When they saw that only Qin Fan remained standing on the blood-splattered snow, the handsome youth clad in pure white couldn’t help but shake his head, sighing with regret, "What a pity, we’re still a step too late! We didn’t get to witness how he initiated the harvest!"

"Master, does that matter? The great battle between him, the Wolf King, and Earl Geman hasn’t even started, has it?" a stern-faced man standing behind the youth asked, his brow slightly furrowed.

Li Tiandao shook his head, not wishing to explain further. "You don’t understand, Xiao Er," he said airily.

Gazing at Li Tiandao’s back, which seemed immeasurably grand in his eyes, the man called Xiao Er scratched his head and gave an ingratiating smile. He was the owner of the milk tea shop, an impression Qin Fan could never erase from his mind.

Unfortunately, Qin Fan missed a golden opportunity by not extending his Divine Sense to survey the area. Had he known the milk tea shop owner was present, he would have used the Soul Capturing Technique to probe his secrets, no matter the cost. After all, he considered it essential to snuff out such hidden, unknown threats!

It had to be said, this was all a matter of Creation—a destined turn of events. If Li Tiandao and Xiao Er had arrived any earlier, Qin Fan would have definitely sensed them. This slight delay had, in the grand scheme of things, postponed their fated collision. Perhaps this was what the legends called destiny.

"Xiao Er, I heard some old men from Huaxia are searching the world for the Son of Heavenly Dao. Is there any truth to that?" Li Tiandao asked faintly, staring intently at the scene outside the castle. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, allowing the snowflakes to fall upon him.

"Now that you mention it, Master, I find it hilarious! Demi Immortal Qilian became famous worldwide decades ago when he reached the God Realm. He claimed to have peeked at the Heavenly Dao, which blinded him and dropped his cultivation to the Gang Realm. He still hasn’t recovered, but even decades of blindness haven’t taught him to sit still. Now he’s sent out his old subordinates, the War Generals of the Guardian Institute, to find the so-called Son of Heavenly Dao. It looks like he wants to pledge allegiance to a new master! It’s pathetic, really. You have these four old men, all respectable God Realm masters, being forced to play along with his farce and scour the world for some ’Son of Heavenly Dao’! In my opinion, there’s no damn Heavenly Dao Reincarnation, and certainly no Son of Heavenly Dao. If I weren’t so weak and afraid of getting in over my head, I’d pretend to be the Son of Heavenly Dao myself and fleece those old fossils. I bet I could make a killing! After all this time, those old bastards must be loaded with treasures!" Xiao Er said with a derisive laugh.

In his eyes, Demi Immortal Qilian and those other old fossils were all damn senile fools who had lost their minds.

"To be able to blind a dignified God Realm master... do you really think this world is as simple as you imagine?" Li Tiandao chuckled. "Xiao Er, you’re still too naive. Perhaps a Son of Heavenly Dao truly does exist in this world." As he finished, a thoughtful, intriguing smile graced his lips.

"Master, are you serious?" Xiao Er’s eyes widened. Though he was skeptical of the entire world, he always had unshakeable faith in Li Tiandao. His frivolous expression vanished.

Li Tiandao simply chuckled, saying nothing.

"Wait, I’ve got it! Master, why don’t you pretend to be the Son of Heavenly Dao and mess with those old coots? With your Divine Skills and strength, they would definitely believe you! With those old coots as our errand boys, we could wreak havoc across the world as we please!" Xiao Er’s eyes lit up, his voice filled with excitement.

However, Li Tiandao simply responded with another light, indifferent chuckle. After the laugh faded, he cut Xiao Er off before he could speak again. "Let’s watch the show."

Hearing this, Xiao Er understood that his master didn’t want to continue the topic. He swallowed the words he was about to say and muttered sheepishly, "Hehe, yes, yes, Master!"

「Atop the ancient castle.」

"I will not let you live!" A howl that shook the heavens and the earth roared from the Wolf King’s mouth.

The next second, his Hulk-like body leaped directly from the top of the castle, diving straight toward Qin Fan.

"I will not let you live!"

Following the Wolf King’s move, Earl Geman also bared his gruesome tusks, which gleamed with a chilling light. With his arms spread wide, he swooped forward, coordinating with the Wolf King like a bat.

One was a wolf, the other a bat. One attacked from the left, the other from the right. One executed a diving leap while the other swooped in for a pounce. The air crackled, thick with the terrifying, frigid killing intent radiating from them both as they charged straight for Qin Fan.

For the two titans of the Dark World to attack in concert was an event that would undoubtedly rock the entire Third World. But facing Qin Fan and his heaven-defying strength, they had cast aside their pride. Now, only a single thought remained in their minds: kill Qin Fan.

"Let this Heavenly Venerate test the might of these so-called giants of the Dark World!" Qin Fan declared with a faint smile, his expression completely at ease. With a shift of his feet, he gripped the Evil Spirit Zen Staff and soared into the air.

He seemed more interested in the Wolf King than in Earl Geman. Thus, as the wolf and the bat descended upon him, he fixed his aim on the Wolf King. An eerie Green Light pulsed from the staff as it neared his target. Qin Fan, taking no chances, continuously infused it with his Golden Core True Yuan.

When the distance between them closed in the blink of an eye, Qin Fan bellowed, "Vile beast, taste a strike from this Heavenly Venerate!"

As his roar echoed, the Evil Spirit Zen Staff swung out, unleashing its majestic and overwhelming power as it smashed down viciously toward the Wolf King.

"Ignorant fool!" the Wolf King roared coldly. Even having seen how this very staff had reaped the lives of vampires, he seemed to disregard it completely. Facing the descending weapon, he simply reached out with a massive hand—now dozens of centimeters thick after his transformation—and grabbed it.

CLAP!

BUZZ!

CRUNCH!

A series of three distinct sounds erupted from the Wolf King’s hand. His colossal, wolfish form trembled slightly. However, that was all it was—a slight shake. The moment he grasped the staff, the Wolf King grunted heavily. Then, an infinite reserve of Beast Strength exploded from him. With a powerful wrench, he brutally ripped the Evil Spirit Zen Staff from Qin Fan’s grasp.

BUZZ!

Another tremor ran through the air. The Evil Spirit Zen Staff, possessing its own Spiritual Sense, let out a terrified hum. In the next breath, the Wolf King shockingly flung the staff from Qin Fan’s hand!

"Damn it!"

As the Evil Spirit Zen Staff was ripped from his hands, Qin Fan’s serene expression vanished. He couldn’t help but cry out, his brows tightly knitted.

A Golden Core Cultivator, a Magic Spirit Artifact, and an infusion of True Yuan... The combination of all three still ended in failure against the Wolf King? Even though it was just a probing attack where I used less than half my strength, this result is still astounding!