No matter how fast Yan Qingsue moved or how profound her spiritual energy was, in Lin Fan’s eyes, she was pathetically weak.
If they had met outside, he probably wouldn’t even bother to lift a hand, because fighting her wouldn’t even grant him experience.
One slap!
No special techniques, no magical enhancements—just a direct, powerful slap across Yan Qingsue’s face.
The immense force sent her body spinning uncontrollably in midair. Her peerless, breathtaking beauty was distorted by the impact; especially her teeth, several of which were knocked loose.
Bang!
Her alluring, delicate figure crashed onto the ground, collapsing like a dead dog.
The speed was astonishing, leaving everyone unable to react.
At that moment, the arena fell into complete silence.
Everyone was stunned.
The Divine Heirs of Kunlun Divine Sect wore expressions of shock and disbelief, glancing between the figure on the stage and their fallen junior sister.
This wasn’t a dream—it was reality.
A wave of uproar swept through the crowd.
“Did you all see that clearly? What exactly just happened?”
“You’re asking me? Who the hell should I ask? I didn’t see clearly either!”
“Look, Senior Brother Lin moved his right hand from behind to the front. Did he just use one hand?”
“Seriously? One hand?”
“Haha, honestly, I don’t care how he did it, as long as he won. This woman was just too damn annoying. She kept insulting our Tian Di Sect before, and now she must understand the consequences of arrogance.”
“Senior Brother Lin was too ruthless. He actually hit such a beautiful fairy-like woman, even knocking out her teeth.”
“Hehe, so what if she’s beautiful? Does our Tian Di Sect lack beauties? As long as Senior Brother Lin is willing, I’m sure countless beautiful senior and junior sisters would willingly follow him.”
A gorgeous disciple nearby nodded sweetly, “If Senior Brother Lin is willing, I won’t refuse.”
“Look at that, even a junior sister agrees.”
“This move was too brutal. If I didn’t know that woman was a bit annoying, I might actually feel pity for her.”
Su Hongchen, watching from below, couldn’t help but swallow hard. Suddenly, she realized—Senior Brother Lin even looked handsome when he slapped a woman.
At the Divine Heir seats,
Jian Cangqiong, Ling Wuzun, and others were ecstatic, nearly jumping out of their seats.
“Excellent! That was such a great strike!”
“Finally, a mouthful of anger has been released. Otherwise, I would have suffocated from frustration.”
The Nine Divine Heirs were ecstatic. This situation was so satisfying, so damn exhilarating.
Lin Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, not taking the matter too seriously.
The Kunlun Divine Heirs, however, were now in an uproar.
“Junior sister…” one of the Divine Heirs rushed forward immediately, his expression twisted with fury as he checked his sister’s injuries. But when he saw her beautiful face swollen so grotesquely, his rage burned completely out of control.
“Damn it, you’re asking for death!” Huang Kuntian was utterly furious.
As a Divine Heir of Kunlun, he had always had feelings for Yan Qingsue. Seeing his beloved junior sister struck down so brutally now, his fury was about to erupt.
His eyes bloodshot, glaring at Lin Fan with pure hatred—as if he wanted to devour him alive.
On the Sect Leader’s seat,
The Kunlun Sect Leader stood up slightly, stunned, as if unable to believe what he had just witnessed.
Han Juntian smiled calmly, “The strike was a bit heavy, but there’s no danger to her life. Our sect has miraculous healing pills that will take care of her.”
The Kunlun Sect Leader forced a smile and sat back down, “That won’t be necessary.”
…
Lin Fan stood there calmly, shaking his head, “The Divine Heirs of Kunlun are too weak. All of you can come up together.”
“Whoosh!”
All the Kunlun Divine Heirs stood up at once. Their previous smug expressions were gone, replaced by pure fury.
“Damn bastard, I’ll make you die!” Huang Kuntian roared furiously, stomping his foot, causing the earth beneath to crack, as he charged toward Lin Fan with oppressive force.
A hand darkening the sky, spiritual energy surging, his eyes burning with boundless rage, “Daring to hurt my junior sister, I’ll take your life.”
Lin Fan raised his head slightly, a faint smirk curling his lips. Without moving his hands, he lifted his right foot and kicked out, as if tearing through heaven and earth.
Bang!
Whoosh!
Huang Kuntian screamed in pain and was directly crushed into a deep crater by Lin Fan’s foot.
“Weak. Too weak. Is there really no one in Kunlun Sect capable of putting up a fight?” Lin Fan said softly.
He repeated the exact words Kunlun Sect had spoken earlier.
Shock!
Astonishment!
All the disciples of Tian Di Sect were stunned, then burst into cheers.
“Senior Brother is so domineering!”
“Great! That was such a brilliant strike! Is there really no one in Kunlun Sect capable of fighting?”
“I remember this guy—he was extremely arrogant before. Who would have thought he’d now be crushed into the ground by Senior Brother Lin with just one kick?”
“Haha, that’s hilarious! Does Kunlun Sect even have anyone who can fight now?”
“I saw clearly this time. Senior Brother Lin’s kick was just too domineering!”
“I saw it clearly too.”
Jian Cangqiong, Ling Wuzun, and others were stunned speechless. Especially Ling Wuzun, who couldn’t believe his eyes.
How strong had he become?
Ling Wuzun had always been petty, never forgetting the humiliation Lin Fan had inflicted upon him. He had wanted to surpass Lin Fan and become a powerful cultivator.
But now, he felt that catching up with Lin Fan seemed nearly impossible.
Perhaps, for the rest of his life, he would never have that chance.
At this moment, Lin Fan exuded overwhelming dominance. He looked down contemptuously at the Divine Heirs below, “What? No one dares to come up anymore? You can all come together.”
The remaining Divine Heirs of Kunlun Sect’s expressions darkened. They weren’t fools—they could clearly see how powerful their opponent was. Previously, they had suppressed the Divine Heirs of Tian Di Sect as if playing with toys, effortlessly. But now, the situation had completely changed.
This newly arrived Divine Heir of Tian Di Sect treated them like playthings, easily crushing them at will.
Such a figure reminded them of someone.
Shen Yuan Sect, Qin Shengjun.
Thirteen years ago, he was a transcendent genius, now an elite figure in Shen Yuan Sect, dominating all directions. Even the most outstanding disciples of Kunlun Sect paled in comparison before Qin Shengjun.
A Kunlun Sect elder stood up at this moment, his expression serious, “Let’s end this duel. We must not harm the relationship between our sects.”
He especially emphasized the word “relationship.”
There wasn’t much “relationship” between Tian Di Sect and Kunlun Sect. Their cooperation was merely strategic, and such a partnership could shatter at any time.
Lin Fan raised his head, his expression arrogant.
“You say it ends, so it ends? Who do you think you are?”
Qingyangzi smacked his forehead in frustration. This kid was up to his old tricks again.
“Hehe, Sect Leader Han, your sect’s Divine Heir is quite arrogant,” the elder said, turning his head with a sarcastic tone.
Han Juntian smiled faintly, but suddenly, his eyes flashed with brilliance.
“He says I’m arrogant? Then I’ll show you just how arrogant I can be. The Sect Leader hasn’t declared the match over, so who gave you the right to speak?” Suddenly, Lin Fan vanished from the arena stage. When he reappeared, he was already hovering above the elder.
The elder was greatly alarmed, “How dare you!”
Lin Fan smiled faintly and raised his palm, determined to completely suppress the elder and teach him what true arrogance really meant.
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