Chapter 999: What’s Going On Here?

The arrogant divine sons, once held in high esteem, had already been stunned by Lin Fan’s actions.

Elder Fire had been directly suppressed beneath his foot—an unprecedented event in the history of Heaven and Earth Sect. In the past, even if a disciple defeated an elder, it was merely a matter of knocking them off the arena stage. No one had ever dared to trample an elder underfoot.

For instance, when Dao Wentian subdued Qingyangzi, he merely knocked him out of the ring, without humiliating him so thoroughly. But today’s scene was entirely different—Lin Fan had shown no mercy, completely humiliating Elder Fire. It was the first time such a thing had happened.

At this moment, all the divine sons inwardly cursed Lin Fan, thinking, “How can you be so domineering? Now that you’ve stolen the spotlight, you still want to pick on us?”

He had already crushed the hardest stones, and now he was coming after the softer ones like us. Can’t a person act a little more humanely?

If Elder Fire hadn’t been subdued, they might have still had the courage to resist. But under the current circumstances, how could they dare to act tough?

Yet, if they simply yielded, that wouldn’t feel right either.

All the sect disciples were watching. If the Nine Divine Sons bowed their heads now, they would become the laughingstock of the entire sect from this day forward.

Following Dao Wentian was Jian Cangqiong, the second-ranked divine son of the sect, who stood at number twenty on the True Immortal Candidate List.

At this moment, the other divine sons were all staring at Jian Cangqiong, as if waiting for him to make the first move and submit.

Jian Cangqiong glanced at the others and inwardly cursed, “What are these bastards looking at me for?”

He was second only to Dao Wentian among the divine sons and had always been proud and arrogant. If an ordinary disciple had dared to challenge him the way Lin Fan had, he would have drawn his sword and attacked immediately.

But now, he simply didn’t dare. This disciple had even subdued Elder Fire. If he provoked him further, wouldn’t that be asking for death?

“Why are you all silent? Could it be that none of you are willing to submit?” Lin Fan’s eyes gleamed sharply. After subduing Elder Fire, he had originally intended to avoid wasting words with these divine sons. But upon reflection, he realized that these so-called divine sons had always considered themselves supreme, so it was necessary to suppress them firmly.

He wanted them to understand his strength, so they would behave themselves in the future and not cause him any trouble.

“Fine then. Since that’s the case, I’ll challenge you one by one. First, Ling Wuzun,” Lin Fan declared.

Ling Wuzun, who had been hiding quietly, immediately changed expression upon hearing this and without hesitation, he spoke up.

“I yield,” Ling Wuzun said hastily. “Senior Brother Lin subdued the former Number One Divine Son, Dao Wentian. I, Ling Wuzun, willingly submit.”

Ling Wuzun especially emphasized the word “former” with clear enunciation, as if to tell all the disciples present that it wasn’t that he was cowardly, but rather that even the former Number One had been defeated—how could he possibly resist?

At this moment, Lin Fan turned his gaze toward the other divine sons.

“I yield.”

“I also submit.”

…

At this moment, all the divine sons lowered their heads. They truly submitted.

This man’s domineering nature had exceeded their expectations.

Not only had he subdued Dao Wentian, but he had also crushed Elder Fire.

Such a display was earth-shaking and heaven-moving, enough to move gods and ghosts.

“Hahaha…”

At this moment, Lin Fan burst into laughter. Then, as if suddenly recalling something.

“Oh, right, Elder Fire is still under my foot,” Lin Fan suddenly realized and immediately grabbed Elder Fire with one hand, lifting him up.

At this moment, Elder Fire had lost all his former majesty, shriveled like a dried corpse. His essence and blood had been drained excessively. Without some divine pill to replenish his lost essence and blood, he would be finished for life.

With a flick of his wrist, Lin Fan directly threw Elder Fire off the platform. Then, with a sweep of his sleeve and his hands clasped behind his back, he walked down the stage and approached Qingyangzi.

“What do you think?” Lin Fan asked.

Qingyangzi had already recovered from his injuries. Looking at Lin Fan, his face flushed red with excitement and his blood surged with emotion. He was deeply moved, overwhelmed with joy.

The pent-up frustration he had carried for so long was finally released. At this moment, he felt that everything he had done was worthwhile.

“Excellent! Absolutely excellent!” Qingyangzi exclaimed excitedly.

Qingyangzi had never imagined such a scene would unfold before him.

The disciple he had personally selected outside the sect had turned out to be so formidable—subduing all the divine sons and even suppressing that fiery old bastard.

Such an achievement was truly rare.

At this moment, whether inner sect disciples or outer sect disciples, all knew that the Heaven and Earth Sect now had a domineering disciple.

As for the inner and outer sect competitions, after this spectacular match, everything else seemed pale and dull in comparison.

Lin Fan’s two matches had been absolutely spectacular. Those disciples who had witnessed these two matches all felt that this year’s competition had been incredibly impressive.

Seeing Qingyangzi’s excited expression, Lin Fan didn’t know what to say.

Whoosh!

Just at this moment, a streak of light suddenly appeared in the sky.

A voice full of authority rang out.

“Hmm, what’s going on?”

Upon hearing this voice, Lin Fan’s expression immediately changed. He looked up and saw radiant light shining from the sky, and a figure, like a celestial being, standing between heaven and earth.

When this figure saw the scene below, he revealed a look of astonishment, as if he couldn’t understand what had happened.

“Master Sect Leader…”

Everyone was stunned.

The person standing in the sky was the Sect Leader, but who was the one sitting on the viewing platform?

Instantly, some disciples realized.

“The Sect Leader on the viewing platform is a puppet clone.”

“The real Sect Leader has been traveling again.”

Qingyangzi, watching all this, felt a chill in his heart before he finally understood.

From the beginning of the competition until now, the Sect Leader they had seen was not the real one. The Sect Leader appearing now was the genuine one.

Han Jun Tian was the Sect Leader of Heaven and Earth Sect. He loved to travel the world and whenever he did, he would leave behind a puppet clone to oversee the sect. This time, after his travels, he had returned just in time for the competition.

However, upon returning, he found the situation at the scene quite unusual.

His gaze also landed on the two figures lying on the ground below—Dao Wentian and Elder Fire.

Han Jun Tian returned to the Sect Leader’s seat, reabsorbed his puppet clone, and the surrounding elders looked at him, as if hoping he would resolve the matter himself.

“Everyone, what happened? Why are Dao Wentian and Elder Fire in such a state?” Han Jun Tian asked in confusion.

At this moment, one of the elders stepped forward and explained everything that had occurred.

Upon hearing the explanation, Han Jun Tian’s expression changed to one of shock and disbelief. It turned out that all of this had been caused by his own puppet clone.

Instantly, Han Jun Tian blamed the elders for not stopping the situation.

Of course, the elders quickly came up with excuses.

How were they supposed to know it was the Sect Leader’s puppet clone? The Sect Leader himself had said it was fine—what else could they say?

After hearing the elders’ explanations, Han Jun Tian was left speechless, feeling utterly wronged.

Then, looking at the pitiful states of Dao Wentian and Elder Fire, Han Jun Tian shook his head. With a flick of two fingers, he released a mysterious aura that instantly healed their injuries.

Seeing this, Lin Fan was deeply impressed. What an incredible technique.

After Dao Wentian and Elder Fire had recovered, they immediately burned with rage, wanting to fight Lin Fan to the death.

“Damn you! Old man, I will fight you to the bitter end!”

…

“Enough!” At this moment, Han Jun Tian spoke.

With just one word, no one dared to resist.

Elder Fire looked at the Sect Leader, then glared hatefully at Lin Fan. His fury had not subsided—it had only grown deeper.

Unless he reduced this brat to dust, his heart would never find peace.