Chapter 407: Take It Slow

Lin Fan sat there leisurely, like a loyal theatergoer, having already seen through the leaders of these sects.

Now that everyone had been lured out, Lin Fan had no intention of watching any longer—it was time to deal with them.

“Woohoo…”

Chickie was incredibly bored. It had expected something exciting, but after watching for a while, it realized these people were mere novices. Their moves lacked any thrilling intensity.

Heavens didn’t collapse, the earth didn’t shake.

This wasn’t even a real fight. Watching the big brother fight was way more exciting.

In Chickie’s eyes, these people were just playing around like little kids.

The various sect leaders noticed the strange chicken looking at them, and simultaneously, they seemed to catch a glimpse of disdain in its eyes.

Whether it was an illusion or not, they couldn’t tell.

Lin Fan patted Chickie, who was perched on his shoulder, then turned his gaze toward the so-called great sects of Dongling Continent. “Very well, your performance has indeed been spectacular.”

He toyed with the storage ring that floated toward him, revealing a cold smirk as he looked at the crowd.

With a light pinch of his fingers, Lin Fan crushed Yan Huang’s storage ring in an instant, scattering its treasures across the ground.

Seeing that familiar face, the Queen of Heaven’s expression suddenly changed, clearly in disbelief.

Han Lu and Fang Han, standing nearby, were equally shocked.

At the same time, the figure hidden beneath the black robe, upon seeing Lin Fan’s expression, shuddered violently, even feeling a flicker of fear.

“Who are you?” Everyone eyed the figure seated there warily, puzzled and uncertain.

Hearing their question, Lin Fan couldn’t help but laugh. “Honorable sirs, you have such short memories. It’s only been two years, yet you’ve already forgotten me. I must say, your minds aren’t what they used to be.”

“We never expected you to still be alive, let alone return,” the Queen of Heaven said quietly, standing still, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

“Hmph, I didn’t expect the Queen to remember me either. What a sharp memory you have,” Lin Fan replied with a hearty laugh.

“Queen, who is he?” The others asked in confusion, trying hard to recall but failing to place him.

The Queen of Heaven looked at them all. “He is the disciple from the Saint-Demon Sect who left carrying the Divine Blood.”

“What?!”

The Queen’s words sent shockwaves through the crowd, their expressions shifting to disbelief.

The disciple from the Saint-Demon Sect who left carrying the Divine Blood?

How could that be possible?

After exchanging glances, they burst into laughter. “Haha… So it’s this kid. The old ghost of the Saint-Demon Sect thought he was sending away such a brilliant disciple with his dying breath, but it turns out he’s just another fool. Looks like he went to great lengths to lure us here. I wonder if he thinks he’s walking straight into our trap by facing us alone.”

“Morons…” Lin Fan scoffed at their words.

Were their brains made of nothing but crap?

Yan Huang remained silent, retreating to the back. He had a bad feeling.

Especially after Lin Fan crushed his storage ring between two fingers, his sense of foreboding only deepened.

That storage ring was a treasure that not even he himself could crush, yet the other had done so effortlessly. The meaning behind that act was obvious without needing to be spoken.

The Queen of Heaven frowned as she listened to the sect leaders’ words. Didn’t they realize the situation yet?

Anyone daring enough to wait alone for them must either be a fool or possess an absolute trump card.

What could two years possibly accomplish?

In the Queen’s view, two years weren’t enough for much at all.

But seeing the calm, seated figure in front of her, her heart pounded violently.

“Was the disappearance of the entire Heaven-Dividing Sect also your doing?” the Queen asked.

“You’re wrong. This isn’t Heaven-Dividing—it’s the Saint-Demon Sect. As for the Heaven-Dividing Sect members, some were released, while others remain here. Why don’t we all take a look, so you can prepare yourselves,” Lin Fan said with a faint smile. With a flick of his sleeve, seven colossal pillars instantly appeared in the void, then stood firmly on the ground.

“Ahh…”

The moment the towering pillars emerged, Qiankunzi, bound to one of them, let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Seeing this scene unfold, everyone’s hearts pounded violently, unable to believe their eyes.

How had Qiankunzi become like this?

The Queen of Heaven couldn’t bear to look at the people bound to the seven pillars. She asked, “What do you intend to do?”

“What the hell, you actually have the nerve to ask me what I plan to do? I’ll make it clear today—none of you bastards are leaving here alive!” Lin Fan, previously calm, suddenly stood up, unleashing a surge of ferocity.

“When you destroyed the Saint-Demon Sect, you should have known your fate was sealed. Vengeance is mine, and all the trials I’ve endured were for this day—to crush every last one of you under my foot!” His eyes swept across the heavens with murderous intent.

With another flick of his sleeve, twelve colossal pillars shot forth, sealing the heavens and earth, taking root in the ground.

“These are all prepared for you,” Lin Fan coldly glared at the eight sect leaders, Yan Huang, the Queen, and the two who bore the shame of their sects.

“Fascinating. I’ve destroyed countless sects, but never have I encountered someone seeking revenge. You’re the first. Your style is even more domineering than mine. But let’s see if you have the strength to back it up. Allow me to test you myself,” Wanmo Patriarch cackled, instantly launching an attack. His body transformed into a mass of black mist, filled with deathly energy, rushing toward Lin Fan.

The others waited.

Han Lu and Fang Han exchanged glances, surprised that Lin Fan had truly returned.

Now that Wanmo Patriarch had made his move, they would simply watch. If this kid lacked the power to fight back and perished at Wanmo’s hands, that would be best.

Moreover, Wanmo practiced a sinister, extremely deadly cultivation technique. In a one-on-one fight, aside from the Queen, no one here could hope to gain the upper hand against him.

One of the highest martial powers in Dongling Continent—this was no small fry to contend with.

“Jiejie… Boy, you could have lived a bit longer, but now you’ve chosen death. Don’t blame me,” Wanmo Patriarch sneered, launching his attack. His form became a swirling mass of black mist, rushing toward Lin Fan.

Lin Fan watched the mist approaching, a faint sneer appearing on his lips.

As Wanmo drew near and saw the boy still unresponsive, he roared with delight, “Hahahaha…”

But then, something horrifying happened—the sound abruptly cut off.

“How is this possible…” Wanmo Patriarch stared in disbelief at the figure before him, who had shattered his technique with a single hand.

Seeing this, the onlookers were stunned, their eyes nearly popping out in disbelief.

“Hmph, waste of space…” Lin Fan lifted his hand lightly, gripping Wanmo Patriarch’s throat and lifting him into the air.

“You…”

“Bang…”

In an instant, a foot shattered space itself, striking Wanmo Patriarch right in the crotch.

“Ahh…” Wanmo let out a shriek before losing all combat ability, foaming at the mouth as he rolled on the ground. The piercing screams chilled everyone’s hearts.