This man is somewhat conceited.
His behavior is a bit effeminate; the delicate gesture of pointing his finger like plucking a flower exudes a hundredfold charm, and a faint aura of a delicate, submissive demeanor radiates from him.
Liu Lingfeng is a disciple of Xuanjian Sect, a sect exclusively composed of women. He is the sole male disciple of the sect and has grown up there since childhood. Over time, he has picked up many feminine habits, carrying cosmetics and face powder as essential items.
“What are you doing here, Liu Lingfeng?” Lei Hengfeng’s expression hardens, seemingly somewhat repulsed by the sight of this person.
Liu Lingfeng glances at Lei Hengfeng and lightly smiles, “Is this place exclusively yours, the Daozhong Sect’s?”
“Hmph,” Lei Hengfeng snorts coldly.
…
At this moment, Lin Fan feels somewhat displeased. This is supposed to be a robbery, yet these people are ignoring him, which annoys him greatly. Could it be that nowadays people no longer fear being robbed?
Or have bandits nowadays really lost all their authority?
Lin Fan coughs lightly, stepping forward, “Please pay attention. This is a robbery. Kindly cooperate.”
How can people nowadays be so indifferent? A group of ferocious bandits standing right in front of them, yet they still ignore the situation—it’s truly beyond words.
Especially Sandulong and the others—they are the Fourteenth Desert Bandits, known for their ferocity. Even a single glance at their menacing faces can make one’s heart race with fear.
Yet this group of people completely ignores them, making Lin Fan feel that things can’t continue like this. He must speak up and remind them.
Moreover, Liu Lingfeng has a unique aura that Lin Fan finds intriguing—he feels like giving him a little training. After all, it’s rare for him to find someone whose presence actually appeals to him.
At the moment Lin Fan speaks, Liu Lingfeng’s bright eyes and elegant eyebrows slightly furrow.
“Get lost. Killing you would only soil my sword.”
At this moment, Liu Lingfeng’s aura suddenly shifts slightly. A sword intent blending yin and yang spreads throughout the surroundings. Every blade of grass and tree seems locked in by this sword intent.
Xing Yueyu, standing beside Lei Hengfeng, feels uneasy from this aura, and the senior apprentices behind her share the same discomfort.
They inwardly curse furiously.
Liu Lingfeng must be doing this on purpose, using his aura to suppress them, especially since he cultivates the sharpest sword intent in the world.
Their cultivation levels are inferior to Liu Lingfeng’s, so naturally, they cannot withstand this sharp sword intent. Sweat drips from their foreheads, yet they grit their teeth and endure.
At this moment, Lei Hengfeng steps forward, his aura surging outward, shielding his juniors from the sword intent.
“Don’t push too far,” Lei Hengfeng says sternly.
Liu Lingfeng glances at Lei Hengfeng, slightly shrugs his shoulders, and then looks at Lin Fan and the others, “Within three breaths, if you don’t vanish from sight, you’ll bear the consequences yourself.”
The way Liu Lingfeng looks at Lin Fan and the others is as if he’s gazing at a group of insignificant ants.
At this moment, Lin Fan is furious. He never expected this person to be so arrogant, exuding an intense sense of superiority with every breath.
It’s one thing for him to look effeminate, but to radiate such a condescending aura involuntarily is another.
“Insolent! How dare you speak to our master like that!” Sandulong, shouldering his twin blades, scolds fiercely with a menacing expression.
How dare this guy be so disrespectful to their master? He clearly doesn’t know the meaning of death.
Although their master hasn’t said anything, as subordinates, they naturally cannot tolerate their master being insulted.
But at this moment, Sandulong’s heart tightens, as if locked in by a certain aura. That chilling feeling is like falling into hell itself.
“Annoying,” Liu Lingfeng slightly glances sideways, and a cold gleam, swift as lightning, shoots toward Sandulong.
At this moment, Sandulong feels his heart leap to his throat. That dazzling light, fast as lightning, makes him want to dodge, but his body feels locked in place, unable to move even an inch.
Without a word, Liu Lingfeng attacks.
“Don’t be too arrogant.”
Sandulong originally thought he was about to die, but at this very moment, that gleam of light suddenly stops mid-air, seized between two fingers, unable to move even half an inch further.
“Might as well take this opportunity. Since you’ve come willingly, you can be robbed together,” Lin Fan says calmly, as if it’s nothing. Liu Lingfeng’s strength is not weak, but falling into his hands is simply his bad luck.
At this moment, Liu Lingfeng is shocked. He never expected that his sword strike could be so effortlessly intercepted, and with only two fingers.
This… this…
At this moment, Liu Lingfeng’s eyes flash with cold light. He flicks his wrist, attempting to sever Lin Fan’s fingers, but no matter how hard he tries, his sword won’t budge an inch.
Lei Hengfeng stands aside, his heart in turmoil. He knows Liu Lingfeng’s strength—even he might not necessarily be his match.
Although this guy is somewhat annoying, his strength is undeniable. Yet the opponent effortlessly caught that sword strike with just two fingers.
This leaves Lei Hengfeng feeling terrified.
The gap between their strengths is like heaven and earth.
How vastly different their abilities are.
Their strength is far inferior to the opponent’s.
Who exactly is he? He definitely isn’t just an ordinary bandit.
“Shut up and behave, or I’ll cut every last one of you down,” Lin Fan suddenly flicks his fingers, sending a powerful force through the sword into Liu Lingfeng’s body.
Liu Lingfeng stumbles backward several steps, his expression one of shock, clearly unable to believe what just happened.
Seeing how defiant this group is, Lin Fan now understands—he’s been too kind. If he doesn’t act a little more viciously, they really won’t fear him.
At this moment, Lin Fan draws the Eternal Axe and slams it heavily into the ground.
This person is somewhat arrogant.
In his demeanor, there’s a hint of effeminacy, especially in the way he gestures with a delicate flick of his fingers, exuding a thousand charms and a palpable aura of submissiveness.
Liu Lingfeng is a disciple of the Xuanjian Pavilion, a sect composed entirely of women. Liu Lingfeng is the only male disciple in the Xuanjian Pavilion. Having grown up there, he has gradually adopted feminine habits, with rouge and powder being his constant companions.
“Liu Lingfeng, what are you doing here?” Lei Hengfeng’s expression hardened, as if he disliked the person before him.
Liu Lingfeng glanced at Lei Hengfeng and chuckled softly, “Is this place owned by your Daozhong Mountain?”
“Hmph,” Lei Hengfeng snorted coldly.
…
At this moment, Lin Fan was somewhat displeased. He was in the middle of a robbery, and the way these people ignored him made him quite upset. Have people nowadays stopped fearing robbery?
Or have robbers lost all their authority?
Lin Fan cleared his throat and stepped forward, “Please pay attention, this is a robbery. Kindly cooperate.”
People nowadays are so bold. A group of fierce robbers standing right in front of them, and they can still ignore us. It’s truly baffling.
Especially Sha Dulong and his gang, the infamous Desert Fourteen Bandits. Their menacing faces alone could make anyone’s heart skip a beat.
Yet, this group of people simply ignored them. Lin Fan felt that this couldn’t go on; he had to remind them.
And this Liu Lingfeng had a unique aura. Lin Fan felt a desire to discipline him a bit, after all, it’s rare to find someone who catches his eye.
The moment Lin Fan spoke, Liu Lingfeng’s delicate brows furrowed slightly.
“Get lost. Killing you would dirty my sword.”
At this moment, Liu Lingfeng’s aura underwent a subtle change. A sword intent that blended yin and yang permeated the surroundings, as if every blade of grass and every tree was locked onto by this sword intent.
Xing Yueyu, standing beside Lei Hengfei, felt uncomfortable with this aura, as did the other senior brothers behind her.
They cursed inwardly.
Liu Lingfeng must be doing this on purpose, using his aura to intimidate, especially since he cultivates the sharpest sword intent in the world.
Their cultivation levels were not as profound as Liu Lingfeng’s, and they naturally couldn’t withstand this sharp sword intent. Beads of sweat dripped from their foreheads, but they gritted their teeth and held on.
At this moment, Lei Hengfeng stepped forward, his aura like a rainbow, shielding his juniors from the sword intent.
“Don’t go too far,” Lei Hengfeng said sternly.
Liu Lingfeng glanced at Lei Hengfeng, shrugged slightly, and then looked at Lin Fan and the others, “If you don’t disappear within three breaths, you’ll face the consequences.”
Liu Lingfeng’s gaze at Lin Fan and the others was as if he were looking at a group of ants.
Lin Fan exploded at this moment. He hadn’t expected this person to be so full of arrogance, exuding an overwhelming sense of superiority in every breath.
It’s one thing to look effeminate, but to unconsciously radiate such a condescending aura.
“How dare you speak to my master like that!” Sha Dulong, carrying his twin blades, scolded fiercely.
This guy dares to be so insolent in front of the master; he must have a death wish.
Although the master didn’t say anything, as his subordinates, they couldn’t tolerate the master being humiliated by others.
But at this moment, Sha Dulong’s heart tightened, as if an aura had locked onto him, sending a chill as if he had fallen into hell.
“Annoying,” Liu Lingfeng glanced sideways, and a cold light shot towards Sha Dulong like lightning.
Sha Dulong’s heart leapt to his throat. The dazzling light was as fast as lightning. Sha Dulong wanted to dodge, but his body seemed locked in place, unable to move.
At the slightest disagreement, he resorted to violence.
“Don’t be too presumptuous.”
Sha Dulong thought he was about to die, but in that instant, the cold light suddenly stopped, caught between two fingers, unable to move any further.
“Fine, since you’ve delivered yourself to me, I’ll rob you too,” Lin Fan said nonchalantly. Liu Lingfeng’s strength was not weak, but it was his misfortune to fall into Lin Fan’s hands.
At this moment, Liu Lingfeng was shocked. He hadn’t expected his sword to be caught so effortlessly, and with just two fingers.
This… this.
At this moment, a cold light flashed in Liu Lingfeng’s eyes. He flicked his wrist, trying to sever Lin Fan’s fingers, but no matter how much strength he used, the sword in his hand wouldn’t budge an inch.
Lei Hengfeng, standing nearby, was also in turmoil. He knew Liu Lingfeng’s strength; even he might not be a match for him.
Although this guy was somewhat detestable, his strength was undeniable. But now, the other party had caught his sword so effortlessly, and with just two fingers.
This made Lei Hengfeng feel a sense of dread.
The difference was like heaven and earth.
Their strength was far inferior to the other party.
Who is he? He definitely isn’t just an ordinary bandit.
“All of you, behave, or I’ll chop you into pieces,” Lin Fan flicked his finger, and a powerful force transmitted from the sword to Liu Lingfeng’s body.
Liu Lingfeng staggered back a few steps, his face filled with astonishment, clearly unable to believe what had just happened.
Seeing these guys so insolent, Lin Fan realized that he had been too friendly. If he didn’t show some ferocity, they really wouldn’t fear him.
At this moment, Lin Fan took out the Eternal Axe and slammed it into the ground.
A domineering aura swept across the entire area.
Facing Lin Fan’s roar, Liu Lingfeng’s body trembled violently. His facade of strength wavered, and a hint of fear crept into his heart.
“Senior, with your immense strength, you surely wouldn’t stoop to such acts, would you?” Lei Hengfeng also became much more subdued. The other party’s strength was beyond their expectations; they hadn’t anticipated it to be so formidable.
“Enough nonsense. Men to the left, women to the right, hands on your heads, and place all your valuables on the ground,” Lin Fan exuded an overwhelming aura of a supreme bandit, enveloping everyone.
Sha Dulong and the others looked at Lin Fan, their eyes filled with awe and admiration.
This is the true king of bandits, in their eyes, this is what a real robbery looks like.
Thinking back to their previous robberies, they were nothing compared to this.
With just a few words, the master had subdued them, leaving no room for resistance. It was truly admirable.
“Don’t move recklessly,” Liu Lingfeng’s chest heaved, his heart filled with resentment. Lei Hengfeng quickly intervened, fearing that impulsiveness might cost them their lives.
“Senior brother,” Xing Yueyu stood alone, her face on the verge of tears, her heart filled with fear.
“All of you, squat down,” Lin Fan roared again.
Lei Hengfeng and the others immediately squatted down. Xing Yueyu’s eyes began to redden; she hadn’t expected that coming out for training would lead to such a situation.
They hadn’t even done anything yet, and they were already being robbed. Her heart was filled with bitterness.
The Desert Fourteen Bandits looked at these previously domineering sect disciples and couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride.
Look at these sect disciples, now all squatting obediently. This was a scene they had never even imagined.
“Let’s get to work,” Lin Fan flicked his sleeves and began the confiscation.
At this moment, Lin Fan stood like a king, his hands behind his back, watching the disciples squatting in two rows.
Faced with Lin Fan’s furious roar, Liu Lingfeng’s body violently trembles. The inner strength he had pretended to possess now wavers with fear.
“Senior, your strength is formidable. Surely you wouldn’t stoop to such despicable acts,” Lei Hengfeng now speaks more respectfully. The opponent’s strength exceeds their expectations—they hadn’t anticipated such overwhelming power.
This person is a bit full of himself.
His behavior is somewhat effeminate, and the delicate gesture of his hand is particularly charming, exuding an aura of submissiveness.
Liu Lingfeng is a disciple of the Xuanjian Pavilion, a sect composed entirely of women. Liu Lingfeng is the only male disciple in the Xuanjian Pavilion. Having grown up there, he has gradually adopted feminine habits, and cosmetics have become an essential part of his life.
“Liu Lingfeng, what are you doing here?” Lei Hengfeng’s expression hardened, as if he disliked the person before him.
Liu Lingfeng glanced at Lei Hengfeng and chuckled, “Is this place owned by your Daozhong Mountain?”
“Hmph,” Lei Hengfeng snorted coldly.
…
At this moment, Lin Fan was somewhat displeased. He was in the middle of a robbery, and the way these people ignored him made him quite unhappy. Could it be that people nowadays are no longer afraid of being robbed?
Or have robbers lost all their authority?
Lin Fan coughed lightly and stepped forward, “Please pay attention, this is a robbery. Kindly cooperate.”
How can people be so indifferent these days? A group of fierce robbers is standing right in front of them, and they can still ignore us. It’s truly unbelievable.
Especially Sha Dulong and his gang, the notorious Desert Fourteen Bandits. Their menacing faces alone could make anyone nervous.
But this group of people simply ignored them, making Lin Fan feel that he couldn’t let this continue. He had to remind them.
And Liu Lingfeng had a unique aura about him. Lin Fan felt a desire to discipline him, as it was rare to find someone who caught his eye.
The moment Lin Fan spoke, Liu Lingfeng’s delicate brows furrowed slightly.
“Get lost. Killing you would dirty my sword.”
At this moment, Liu Lingfeng’s aura underwent a subtle change. A sword intent that blended yin and yang permeated the surroundings, as if every blade of grass and every tree were locked in place by this sword intent.
Standing beside Lei Hengfeng, Xing Yueyu felt uncomfortable with this aura, as did the other senior brothers behind her.
They cursed inwardly.
Liu Lingfeng must be doing this on purpose, using his aura to intimidate others, especially since he cultivated the sharpest sword intent in the world.
Their cultivation levels were not as high as Liu Lingfeng’s, and they naturally couldn’t withstand this fierce sword intent. Beads of sweat dripped from their foreheads, but they gritted their teeth and held on.
At this moment, Lei Hengfeng took a step forward, his aura towering, shielding his junior brothers from the sword intent.
“Don’t go too far,” Lei Hengfeng said sternly.
Liu Lingfeng glanced at Lei Hengfeng, shrugged slightly, and then looked at Lin Fan and the others, “You have three breaths to disappear from my sight, or face the consequences.”
Liu Lingfeng’s gaze at Lin Fan and the others was as if he were looking at a group of ants.
Lin Fan was furious. He hadn’t expected this person to be so arrogant, exuding an overwhelming sense of superiority in every breath.
Not only did he look effeminate, but he also radiated an air of condescension.
“How dare you speak to my master like that!” Sha Dulong, carrying two swords, scolded fiercely.
This guy actually dared to be so insolent in front of the master. He must have a death wish.
Although the master didn’t say anything, as his subordinates, they couldn’t tolerate the master being humiliated by others.
But at that moment, Sha Dulong’s heart tightened, as if he had been locked onto by an aura, a chilling sensation as if he had fallen into hell.
“Annoying,” Liu Lingfeng glanced sideways, and a cold light shot toward Sha Dulong like lightning.
Sha Dulong’s heart leaped into his throat. The dazzling light was as fast as lightning, and Sha Dulong wanted to dodge, but his body seemed to be locked in place, unable to move.
At the slightest provocation, he would strike.
“Don’t be too presumptuous.”
Sha Dulong thought he was about to die, but in that instant, the cold light suddenly stopped, caught between two fingers, unable to move any further.
“Well, since you’ve come to me, I might as well rob you too,” Lin Fan said calmly. Liu Lingfeng’s strength was not weak, but it was his misfortune to fall into Lin Fan’s hands.
At this moment, Liu Lingfeng was shocked. He hadn’t expected his sword to be caught so effortlessly, and with just two fingers at that.
This… this…
At this moment, a cold light flashed in Liu Lingfeng’s eyes. He flicked his wrist, trying to cut off Lin Fan’s fingers, but no matter how much force he used, the sword in his hand wouldn’t budge an inch.
Lei Hengfeng stood to the side, his heart surging with waves. He knew Liu Lingfeng’s strength; even he might not be a match for him.
Although this guy was somewhat detestable, his strength was undeniable. But now, the other party had caught the sword so effortlessly, and with just two fingers.
This made Lei Hengfeng feel terrified.
The difference was like heaven and earth.
Their strength was far inferior to the other party’s.
Who was he? He definitely wasn’t just an ordinary bandit.
“All of you, behave, or I’ll chop you into pieces,” Lin Fan flicked his finger, and a powerful force transmitted from the sword to Liu Lingfeng’s body.
Liu Lingfeng stumbled back a few steps, his face filled with astonishment, clearly unable to believe what had just happened.
Seeing these guys being so insolent, Lin Fan realized that he had been too friendly. If he didn’t act more fiercely, they really wouldn’t fear him.
At this moment, Lin Fan took out the Eternal Axe and slammed it into the ground.
A domineering aura swept across the entire area.
Facing Lin Fan’s roar, Liu Lingfeng’s body trembled violently. His facade of strength wavered, and he felt a hint of fear.
“Senior, with your great strength, you shouldn’t stoop to such acts, right?” Lei Hengfeng also became much more subdued. The other party’s strength was beyond their expectations, far stronger than they had imagined.
“Enough nonsense. Men to the left, women to the right, hands on your heads, and put all your valuables on the ground,” Lin Fan exuded an overwhelming aura of a supreme bandit, enveloping everyone.
Sha Dulong and the others looked at Lin Fan, their eyes filled with admiration.
This was the true king of bandits, in their eyes, this was what a real robbery looked like.
Thinking back to their previous robberies, they were nothing compared to this.
With just a few words, the master had subdued the other party, leaving them no room for resistance. It was truly admirable.
“Don’t move recklessly,” Liu Lingfeng’s chest heaved, his heart filled with resentment. Lei Hengfeng quickly stopped him, fearing that he might lose his life due to impulsiveness.
“Senior brother,” Xing Yueyu stood alone to the side, her face on the verge of tears, her heart filled with fear.
“All of you, squat down,” Lin Fan shouted again.
Lei Hengfeng and the others immediately squatted down. Xing Yueyu’s eyes were already red. She hadn’t expected that this training trip would lead to such a situation.
They hadn’t even done anything yet, and they were already being robbed. Her heart was filled with bitterness.
The Desert Fourteen Bandits looked at these previously domineering sect disciples and smiled with pride.
Look at these sect disciples, now all squatting obediently. This was a scene they had never even imagined.
“Let’s get to work,” Lin Fan waved his sleeve and began the confiscation.
At this moment, Lin Fan stood like a king, his hands behind his back, looking at the two rows of squatting disciples.
Sandulong and the others look at Lin Fan, their astonished gazes filled with admiration.
A king of bandits—this, in their eyes, is what a real robbery should be.
Compared to their previous robbery attempts, which were like comparing a dwarf to a giant, this is truly impressive.
With just a few words from their master, the opponents are completely subdued, without even a chance to resist. Truly admirable.
This person is a bit full of himself.
His behavior is somewhat effeminate, and the delicate flick of his wrist is even more charming, exuding an aura of submissiveness that hits you right in the face.
Liu Lingfeng is a disciple of the Xuanjian Pavilion, a sect composed entirely of women. Liu Lingfeng is the only male disciple in the Xuanjian Pavilion. Having grown up there since childhood, he has gradually adopted the habits of the women, with rouge and powder becoming essential items for him.
“Liu Lingfeng, what are you doing here?” Lei Hengfeng’s expression hardened, as if he somewhat disliked the person before him.
Liu Lingfeng glanced at Lei Hengfeng and chuckled lightly, “Is this place owned by your Daozhong Mountain?”
“Hmph,” Lei Hengfeng snorted coldly.
…
At this moment, Lin Fan was somewhat displeased. He was in the middle of a robbery, and the way these people were ignoring him made him quite upset. Are people nowadays not even afraid of being robbed anymore?
Or have robbers lost all their authority?
Lin Fan cleared his throat and stepped forward, “Please pay attention, this is a robbery. Kindly cooperate.”
Why are people so bold these days? A group of fierce robbers standing right in front of them, and they can still ignore us. It’s truly unbelievable.
Especially Sha Dulong and his gang, the notorious Desert Fourteen Bandits. Their menacing faces alone could make anyone’s heart skip a beat.
Yet, this group of people simply ignored them. Lin Fan felt that this couldn’t go on and decided to remind them.
Liu Lingfeng had a unique aura about him, and Lin Fan felt a desire to discipline him a bit. After all, people who catch his eye are rare.
The moment Lin Fan spoke, Liu Lingfeng’s delicate brows furrowed slightly.
“Get lost. Killing you would dirty my sword.”
At this moment, Liu Lingfeng’s aura underwent a subtle change. A sword intent that blended yin and yang permeated the surroundings, as if every blade of grass and every tree was locked onto by this sword intent.
Standing beside Lei Hengfeng, Xing Yueyu felt uncomfortable with this aura, as did the other senior brothers behind her.
They cursed inwardly.
Liu Lingfeng must be doing this on purpose, using his aura to intimidate others, especially since he cultivates the sharpest sword intent in the world.
Their cultivation levels were not as profound as Liu Lingfeng’s, and they naturally couldn’t withstand this sharp sword intent. Beads of sweat dripped from their foreheads, but they clenched their teeth and held on.
At this moment, Lei Hengfeng stepped forward, his aura like a rainbow, shielding his junior brothers from the sword intent.
“Don’t go too far,” Lei Hengfeng said sternly.
Liu Lingfeng glanced at Lei Hengfeng, shrugged slightly, and then looked at Lin Fan and the others, “If you don’t disappear within three breaths, you’ll face the consequences.”
Liu Lingfeng’s gaze at Lin Fan and the others was as if he were looking at a group of ants.
Lin Fan was furious. He hadn’t expected this person to be so arrogant, exuding an overwhelming sense of superiority in every breath.
Not only did he look effeminate, but he also radiated an air of condescension.
“How dare you speak to my lord like that!” Sha Dulong, carrying his twin blades, scolded fiercely.
This guy actually dared to be so insolent in front of the lord. He must have a death wish.
Although the lord didn’t say anything, as his subordinates, they couldn’t tolerate the lord being humiliated by others.
But at that moment, Sha Dulong’s heart tightened, as if a certain aura had locked onto him, sending a chill down his spine like falling into hell.
“Annoying,” Liu Lingfeng glanced sideways, and a cold light shot toward Sha Dulong like lightning.
Sha Dulong’s heart leaped into his throat. The dazzling light was as fast as lightning, and Sha Dulong wanted to dodge, but his body seemed locked in place, unable to move.
At the slightest provocation, he would strike.
“Don’t be too arrogant.”
Sha Dulong thought he was about to die, but in that instant, the cold light suddenly stopped, caught between two fingers, unable to move any further.
“Fine, since you’ve delivered yourself to me, I’ll rob you too,” Lin Fan said nonchalantly. Liu Lingfeng’s strength was not weak, but falling into his hands was just his bad luck.
Liu Lingfeng was shocked. He hadn’t expected his sword to be caught so effortlessly, and with just two fingers at that.
This… this…
At this moment, a cold light flashed in Liu Lingfeng’s eyes. He flicked his wrist, trying to cut off Lin Fan’s fingers, but no matter how much force he used, the sword in his hand wouldn’t budge an inch.
Lei Hengfeng, standing to the side, was equally shocked. He knew Liu Lingfeng’s strength; even he might not be a match for him.
Although this guy was somewhat annoying, his strength was undeniable. But now, the other party had caught his sword so effortlessly, and with just two fingers.
This made Lei Hengfeng feel a sense of dread.
The difference was like heaven and earth.
Their strength was far inferior to the other party’s.
Who was he? He definitely wasn’t just an ordinary bandit.
“All of you, behave, or I’ll chop you into pieces,” Lin Fan flicked his finger, and a powerful force transmitted from the sword to Liu Lingfeng’s body.
Liu Lingfeng staggered back a few steps, his face filled with disbelief.
Seeing these guys being so insolent, Lin Fan realized that he had been too friendly. If he didn’t act more fiercely, they really wouldn’t fear him.
At this moment, Lin Fan took out the Eternal Axe and slammed it into the ground.
A domineering aura swept across the entire area.
Facing Lin Fan’s roar, Liu Lingfeng’s body trembled violently. His facade of strength wavered, and he felt a hint of fear.
“Senior, with your great strength, you shouldn’t stoop to such deeds, right?” Lei Hengfeng now spoke more humbly. The other party’s strength had exceeded their expectations; they hadn’t expected him to be so powerful.
“Enough talk. Men to the left, women to the right, hands on your heads, and put all your valuables on the ground,” Lin Fan exuded an overwhelming aura of a supreme bandit, enveloping everyone.
Sha Dulong and the others looked at Lin Fan with awe and admiration in their eyes.
This was the true king of bandits, in their eyes. Compared to their previous robberies, this was on a whole different level.
With just a few words, the lord had subdued the other party, leaving them no room for resistance. It was truly admirable.
“Don’t move recklessly,” Liu Lingfeng’s chest heaved, his heart filled with resentment. Lei Hengfeng quickly stopped him, fearing that impulsiveness might cost him his life.
“Senior brother,” Xing Yueyu stood alone to the side, her face on the verge of tears, her heart filled with fear.
“All of you, squat down!” Lin Fan roared again.
Lei Hengfeng and the others immediately squatted down. Xing Yueyu’s eyes were already red. She hadn’t expected to encounter such a situation during her training.
They hadn’t even done anything yet, and they were already being robbed. Her heart was filled with bitterness.
The Desert Fourteen Bandits looked at these once-arrogant sect disciples and couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride.
Look at these sect disciples, now all squatting obediently. This was a scene they had never even imagined.
“Let’s get to work,” Lin Fan flicked his sleeve and began the confiscation.
At this moment, Lin Fan stood like a king, his hands behind his back, watching the disciples squatting in two rows.
“Senior…” Xing Yueyu stands alone, her face nearly in tears, her heart filled with fear.
“Get down on your knees,” Lin Fan roars again.
Lei Hengfeng and the others immediately kneel on the ground. Xing Yueyu’s eyes are now red, as she never expected that going out to train would lead to such a situation.
They haven’t even done anything yet, and they’ve already been robbed—her heart is filled with bitterness.
The Fourteenth Desert Bandits look at these previously arrogant disciples of the sects and feel a surge of pride.
Look at them now—these sect disciples, once so domineering, are kneeling obediently in rows. This is a scene they hadn’t even dared to imagine before.
“Let’s get to work,” Lin Fan flicks his sleeve and begins the confiscation.
At this moment, Lin Fan stands like a king, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the disciples kneeling in two neat rows.
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