Lin Fan calmly looked at Yan Jingtian. A pile of treasures lay beneath his feet, radiating dazzling light, stirring the greed in everyone’s hearts.
Every step Yan Jingtian took was accompanied by a deep breath, as if he were carrying an immense weight, making progress extremely difficult.
Thump! Thump!
Their hearts pounded with an indescribable sense of tension.
Wealth was right before their eyes, yet Yan Jingtian now felt that everything was too strange.
However, faced with such riches, everyone had already lost their senses, their minds clouded, for these treasures had blinded their inner clarity.
Especially that supreme Dao artifact—blood brothers could turn against each other for it.
“Move aside,” Yan Jingtian stopped and sternly ordered Lin Fan.
He always felt an inexplicable pressure from this guy standing before the treasures. Though he held Lin Fan in no regard, this feeling unsettled him greatly.
“My legs won’t move from nervousness. Hey, big brother with wings, could you come over and move me?” Lin Fan pretended to be anxious.
As soon as Yan Jingtian approached him, he’d stab him right in the backside when he was most excited.
“Okay…” The winged man’s face lit up as he readily agreed.
He had already planned in his mind that once he got close to the treasures, he would snatch them all away. With the natural speed of his race, even Yan Jingtian might not be able to catch him.
A supreme Spirit artifact, a supreme Dao artifact—even blood brothers could betray each other for such items, let alone these people.
“You don’t need to come over,” Yan Jingtian frowned, clearly displeased.
Though the winged man felt some resentment inside, he dared not say anything. After all, Yan Jingtian was their leader, and he lacked the courage to defy his command at this moment.
“Kid, I advise you not to try anything,” Yan Jingtian warned Lin Fan.
“No, no, no…” Lin Fan waved his hands hastily, assuring that he would never attempt anything deceitful.
…
Soon, Yan Jingtian reached Lin Fan’s side. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he gazed at the massive pile of treasures before him.
Treasures—pure treasures!
He lowered his head, gently reaching out to touch them. He could almost feel the treasures greeting him. As for this little kid, he had no intention of leaving him a path to survival.
“Collect them!”
Yan Jingtian flicked his sleeve, attempting to absorb the two treasures into his spatial ring. To his shock, the treasures didn’t budge at all.
Could his spatial ring be malfunctioning? But how was that even possible?
“Hmph?” Yan Jingtian shot Lin Fan a sharp, suspicious glance before extending his hand toward the Eternal Axe.
“Huh, what’s going on?” Yan Jingtian grabbed the Eternal Axe, but no matter how hard he pulled, it wouldn’t move.
How could he, a cultivator at the high stage of the Huang Tian Realm, fail to lift even a supreme Dao artifact? It was simply impossible.
Unwilling to accept this, Yan Jingtian plunged his sword into the ground, gripped the Eternal Axe with both hands, and strained to lift it.
The surrounding crowd watched in confusion. They didn’t understand what Yan Jingtian was doing—why was he exerting himself so much?
Wasn’t it just about grabbing a couple of treasures? Why was it so difficult?
At this moment, Yan Jingtian certainly wouldn’t allow anyone to come help him. He roared furiously, squatting down with his butt slightly raised, tightly gripping the Eternal Axe.
“Rise…” Yan Jingtian channeled his true energy, unleashing his strength in an attempt to lift the Eternal Axe.
Yet no matter how much force he used, the Eternal Axe remained completely unmoved.
Lin Fan watched Yan Jingtian’s struggle and smiled inwardly. With a thought, he activated “Feitian,” hidden within the earth, causing it to spin upward.
“Assassinate!”
At that moment, as Yan Jingtian exerted himself, he suddenly felt a chilling and painful sensation in his backside.
Pleasure, panic, shame…
“This…” Yan Jingtian didn’t understand what had happened. Just as he was about to speak, a more intense wave of pain surged through him. Without hesitation, he immediately channeled his true energy to resist.
“Feitian!”
Lin Fan raised his hands, and to Yan Jingtian’s horror, a strange force appeared within his body.
“You…” Yan Jingtian pointed at Lin Fan, his face filled with disbelief. But before he could speak, “Feitian” unleashed boundless power.
“Boom!”
Flesh exploded, scattering into ashes.
“Ding! Congratulations on defeating Yan Jingtian at the high stage of the Huang Tian Realm.”
“Ding! Congratulations on gaining 60,000 experience points.”
“Ding! Congratulations on obtaining the mid-grade Spirit weapon, Shengteng Sword.”
…
“Not bad, not bad. It was somewhat useful. Sixty thousand experience points is quite good,” Lin Fan said with a slight smile on his face.
At this moment, the people present were completely stunned by what they had just witnessed.
How could Yan Jingtian have exploded in an instant?
“Who exactly are you?” At this moment, everyone understood—this person before them had been playing the fool all along.
Lin Fan looked at them, flicked his sleeve, and collected all the treasures on the ground into his backpack.
“My name is Lin Fan. I was just playing with you all earlier. Did you really think I was just going to let you slaughter me?” Lin Fan smiled lightly. These people had been so arrogant before, but now they were all in a daze.
Such a contrast was incredibly satisfying.
“Huang Tian Initial Stage.”
“Qing Tian Peak Stage.”
“Huang Tian Middle Stage.”
…
“Not bad. Ten people.” Lin Fan looked around, satisfied. Killing these ten people would allow him to level up.
“Trying to run?” At this moment, the winged man flapped his wings, attempting to escape into the void.
But how could Lin Fan possibly allow that?
“What are these things?” The winged man had just entered the void when he screamed in pain and fell from the spatial rift.
Earlier, Lin Fan had already instructed “Da Fange” to seal off the surrounding void, fearing that these people might try to escape.
Otherwise, he would have already charged in with his axe, leaving no opportunity for them to act recklessly.
“Senior, please spare us! We were forced by him,” Bai Ling, the seductive beauty, pleaded with a pale face.
Her pitiful expression was heartbreaking.
What a beautiful woman—how could she have ill intentions toward Little Master?
“Senior, if you spare me, I will become yours forever. I am willing to serve you devotedly by your side,” Bai Ling said with every gesture exuding charm, her large, sparkling eyes filled with a pitiful expression.
“I want…” At this moment, the infected winged man roared with flushed face, his bloodshot eyes staring at everyone as if wanting to pin them down and “love” them fiercely.
“Thunder Discipline King, come out.”
Lin Fan waved his hand, and a bolt of lightning flashed, instantly appearing in the air.
“I am the Thunder Discipline King. Would you like my discipline?” The Thunder Discipline King, a bald child with a calm expression but eyes radiating an overbearing aura, looked at the crowd.
“You go and discipline him properly,” Lin Fan said.
“Yes.” The Thunder Discipline King nodded and instantly appeared beside the winged man. “You are deeply poisoned. I, the Thunder Discipline King, will certainly help you escape this suffering.”
“Ahh…”
“My disciple, do not resist. I am saving you.”
“Slap…”
“No… please…”
This was the first time Lin Fan had seen the Thunder Discipline King in action. His heart trembled violently at the terrifying sight.
The surrounding people, witnessing the winged man’s miserable state, couldn’t help but inhale sharply.
So cruel… Who exactly was this child? How could his methods be so bloody and horrifyingly shocking to the eyes?
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