“Your Majesty, we were in the wrong here at the Qin Divine Dynasty. I hope…” The King of Qin immediately backed down, for the person before him was just too powerful. Huang Elder and Yin Elder had actually been defeated by this opponent.
“I hope you get your sister,” Lin Fan roared furiously, swinging his axe downward. The King of Qin was startled and barely managed to block the strike. However, a tremendous force sent him flying like a broken kite, embedding him deep into the bluestone of the martial arena.
At that moment, Lin Fan seemed like a divine being as he landed on the ground. The disciples from the two sects around him dared not utter a sound. Their elders had been defeated, and no one knew whether they were alive or dead. Fear filled their hearts.
The royal family members were even more shocked. They had always been high and mighty, never imagining a day like this would come. An indelible shadow had been cast deep within their souls.
Lin Fan approached Zou Tenglong. That cold gaze made Zou’s heart suddenly lurch, as if someone had grabbed his throat, leaving him unable to breathe.
“What do you want?” Zou Tenglong’s proud expression was now tinged with fear.
“Just now, what did you say?” Lin Fan asked calmly. The monstrous trinity-faced dharma body floating behind him roared like a hellish deity.
Zou swallowed hard. Though only twelve or thirteen years old, he was far more mature in mind than anyone his age. He was a prodigy of the Qin Divine Dynasty, and even within the sect, he remained a prodigy—this was unquestionable.
With constant praise from others, he had long stopped regarding ordinary people as equals. To him, even his father the emperor or the elders of the sect were merely stepping stones. Compared to him, they were on an entirely different level.
He had boundless ambition, yet now this person before him stood like an omnipotent god, questioning him with a gaze that made the fearless Zou Tenglong extremely annoyed.
At this moment, Zou lowered his head, gritting his teeth, his heart ablaze with anger but nowhere to vent it.
“To me now, you are but an ant. Do you have anything to say?” Lin Fan said coldly.
Hearing these words, Zou’s heart boiled with fury. His pale little face showed no fear as he stared at Lin Fan. “You’re older, your cultivation is higher. I have nothing to say. But dare you give me a few years? I will definitely trample you beneath my feet, making you wish for death.”
Hearing this, Lin Fan’s lips curled slightly into a smile, as if countless stories had flashed through his mind.
In all those novels, wasn’t every protagonist made of iron and steel? And weren’t all the villains just plain stupid? Whether they were ruthless or arrogant, they would all eventually be brainwashed by the protagonist’s words.
Just a few years—then I’ll give you a few.
And after those years, the underdog would leap through the dragon gate, and the villain would be crushed mercilessly.
Lin Fan didn’t consider himself a villain, but something about this scene felt off.
“And those villagers—are they still ants in your eyes?” Lin Fan asked again.
At this moment, Zou Tenglong fell silent, as if brewing something within, then burst into laughter. “Ants remain ants. Even if they rise, they’re still ants. Killing them is nothing. Are you afraid? Afraid that in a few years, I’ll surpass you and crush you underfoot?”
Zou Tenglong usually spent his time not only training but also mastering the art of manipulating people’s minds.
This person before him was powerful, even his father and others couldn’t match him. But in Zou’s eyes, it wasn’t like that at all.
He knew that the stronger someone became, the more peculiar their habits grew. And this person, who came to the palace to demand justice for some lowly villagers, must naturally be kind-hearted. And he himself was only a child of twelve or thirteen, still seen as a child in the eyes of others.
He was sure that this person wouldn’t do anything to him.
After all, killing a child was the most despicable act.
And by maintaining his defiant attitude and speaking these fearless words, perhaps the other would be moved and, out of a sense of duty, take him under his wing.
The techniques this person possessed must be extremely powerful, especially the dharma body behind him, which Zou considered incredibly formidable. If he could learn them, he would surely unleash their greatest power.
Enduring humiliation for a greater purpose.
Zou Tenglong understood this well. But now he was one hundred percent certain the other wouldn’t harm him. Instead, appreciating his fearless character, the other might even have more than a seventy percent chance of taking him as a disciple.
All these certainties gave Zou Tenglong the confidence to give it a try.
Entering the sect was, to him, all about enhancing his strength, becoming more powerful, and looking down upon all beings, crushing them beneath his feet.
Now, this person before him was far stronger than those in the sect. Why not follow him instead?
When he learned all this person’s techniques and grew stronger than him, he could then kill him in exactly the same way, humiliating him. Wouldn’t that be even more fulfilling?
At this moment, a faint smile appeared on Lin Fan’s lips.
Seeing this smile, Zou’s heart leapt with joy.
“In three years, I will definitely find you and trample you beneath my feet. Do you dare?” Zou Tenglong stared at Lin Fan defiantly, his eyes shining with an overbearing light.
He was waiting for Lin Fan’s reply. Three years—what did it matter? Give him ten, a hundred, even more. He would stay by his side, watching how he could possibly surpass him.
This was the very phrase Zou had longed to say. As long as the other accepted it, Zou would swear to the heavens that this person’s days were numbered.
Three years—given his talent, he could learn everything this person had to offer, secretly enhance his cultivation, and crush him mercilessly.
But something unbelievable happened to Zou Tenglong.
A flash of cold light.
Lin Fan struck out with one palm—the Tide Surge Technique, unleashing thirteen layers of force.
Puh…
Zou Tenglong’s body flew backward, landing on the ground, his bones shattered. In that final moment,
Zou weakly raised his finger, “You… you…”
He exhaled his last breath.
“Pity, you won’t get that chance.”
Lin Fan sneered coldly, gazing ahead. In three years, how many people had died within that span?
“Your Excellency, it was indeed a mistake on the part of our Qin Divine Dynasty. I hope…” The King of Qin immediately conceded, realizing the overwhelming strength of the man before him. Even Elder Huang and Elder Yin were no match for him.
“Hope your sister,” Lin Fan roared in fury, swinging his axe down. The King of Qin, horrified, barely managed to block, but was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, deeply embedded into the stone of the dueling platform.
At this moment, Lin Fan descended like a deity, landing on the ground. The disciples of both sects dared not make a sound. Their elders had been defeated by this man, and they didn’t know if they were alive or dead. Fear gripped their hearts.
The royal descendants were no different. They had always held themselves high, never imagining such a day would come. This event planted an indelible shadow in their minds.
Lin Fan approached Zou Tenglong, his cold gaze causing Zou’s heart to skip a beat, as if someone had gripped his throat, cutting off his breath.
“What do you want?” Zou Tenglong’s proud face now showed a hint of fear.
“What did you say earlier?” Lin Fan asked calmly, the demonic avatar floating behind him, its three grotesque faces roaring like a hellish deity.
Zou Tenglong swallowed hard. Though only twelve or thirteen, his mind was more mature than anyone’s. He was a genius of the Qin Divine Dynasty, and even within the sect, he remained a prodigy, a fact beyond doubt.
Accustomed to constant praise, he looked down on ordinary people, including his father and the sect elders. To Zou, they were merely stepping stones, not on his level.
He harbored boundless ambitions, but now, this man before him seemed like a god, his questioning gaze irritating the fearless Zou Tenglong.
At this moment, Zou lowered his head, grinding his teeth, his heart filled with unquenchable rage.
“In my eyes, you are but an ant. Do you have anything to say?” Lin Fan said coldly.
Hearing this, Zou’s heart burned with anger. His pale face stared at Lin Fan without fear. “You are older, your cultivation higher. I have nothing to say. But dare you give me a few years? I will surely crush you under my feet, making you wish you were dead.”
Lin Fan’s lips curled into a faint smile, countless stories flooding his mind.
In those tales, the protagonists were always tough, the villains always fools. Whether ruthless or disdainful, they would be swayed by the protagonist’s words.
A few years? Fine, take them.
And in those years, the protagonist would leap over the dragon gate, and the villain would be utterly crushed.
Lin Fan didn’t consider himself a villain, but this scene felt off.
“Are those villagers still ants in your eyes?” Lin Fan asked again.
Zou Tenglong fell silent, as if brewing something, then burst into laughter. “Ants are ants. Even if they turn over, they’re still ants. Kill them if you must. Are you afraid? Afraid that in a few years, I will surpass you and crush you underfoot?”
Zou Tenglong spent more time manipulating minds than practicing martial arts.
This man before him was powerful, even his father and the elders were no match. But Zou saw it differently.
He knew that the stronger the person, the more eccentric their habits. This man, who came to the palace to seek justice for some ant-like villagers, must have a kind heart. And Zou, at twelve or thirteen, was just a child in their eyes.
Surely, given the man’s nature, he wouldn’t harm a child.
After all, killing a child was the most despicable act.
By maintaining his stance and speaking these bold words, perhaps the man would be moved, taking Zou under his wing to guide him.
The man’s techniques were undoubtedly powerful, especially the demonic avatar behind him. If Zou could learn them, he could unleash their full might.
Endure humiliation.
Zou understood this, but he was certain the man wouldn’t harm him. The likelihood of being taken as a disciple, valued for his unyielding character, was over seventy percent.
For Zou, this was a chance worth taking.
Joining the sect was about becoming stronger, to look down upon and crush the masses.
Now, this man was far stronger than the sect. Why not follow him?
Once he learned all the man’s techniques, and his strength surpassed the man’s, he could use the same moves to kill and humiliate him. Wouldn’t that be more satisfying?
At this moment, Lin Fan’s lips curled into a faint smile.
Seeing this, Zou Tenglong’s heart leaped with joy.
“In three years, I will find you and crush you underfoot. Do you dare?” Zou Tenglong stared at Lin Fan without fear, his eyes gleaming with determination.
He awaited Lin Fan’s response. Three years? Fine. Take ten, a hundred. I’ll keep you by my side and see how you surpass me.
This was the sentence Zou had been waiting for. Once spoken, Zou would swear to the heavens that this man’s death was near.
In three years, with his talent, Zou could master all the man’s techniques, secretly boost his cultivation, and utterly crush him.
But what happened next was beyond Zou’s wildest imagination.
A cold glint flashed.
Lin Fan struck with a palm, the wave force, thirteen layers of power, erupted violently.
Thud…
Zou Tenglong’s body flew and hit the ground, his bones shattered. In his final moments, Zou weakly raised a finger. “You… you…”
He died.
“Unfortunately, you won’t get that chance.”
Lin Fan sneered, gazing ahead. In three years, many had died within that span.
Though Lin Fan disliked mass slaughter, he would never leave behind any potential threats, especially those with decent talent.
But Lin Fan had the system, unmatched by anyone. Yet, too many flies could be annoying.
Better to swat them before they buzz around, eliminating the source of all troubles.
“Ah…”
The surrounding crowd screamed in terror. The royal descendants, witnessing this scene, fled as if they’d seen a ghost.
Lin Fan paid them no mind.
At that moment, Lin Fan’s brow furrowed. From the depths of the palace, a powerful aura erupted.
This aura gave Lin Fan a sense of pressure.
“Too much…” A calm, drifting voice reached Lin Fan’s ears.
But to Lin Fan, this calm voice was like thunder, his eardrums aching.
Suddenly, the clear sky darkened.
A thick purple lightning bolt descended from the heavens, striking the depths of the palace.
“Die…”
True, Lin Fan possessed a system that no one could rival, but too many flies buzzing around could still be annoying.
Better to eliminate the fly before it even got close—solving the problem at its root.
“Ahh…”
At that moment, the surrounding crowd screamed in terror. The royal family members, witnessing this scene, were so frightened they ran about like headless chickens.
Lin Fan paid them no mind.
Just then, Lin Fan’s brows furrowed. From deep within the palace, a sudden surge of energy erupted.
This energy sent a wave of pressure toward Lin Fan.
“You’ve gone too far…” A calm voice drifted through the air, yet to Lin Fan’s ears, it sounded like thunder, ringing painfully in his eardrums.
At that moment, the previously clear sky suddenly darkened.
A thick bolt of purple lightning descended from the heavens, striking deep into the palace.
“Die…”
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