Suddenly!
The sky that was clear and cloudless suddenly beca overcast with dark clouds.
Wherever they ca from, the dark mass of clouds covered the sky and blocked out the sun.
The wind roared!
Whoosh, whoosh!
Whirl, whirl, whirl!
The north wind howled, and dirt and stones flew.
The fierce wind blew directly towards Lin Fan and the others, pouring into the house all at once.
Mo Ningxiang and Diwu Yun'er were blown unsteady, unable to open their eyes, shielding their faces with their elbows, their expressions panicked.
Lin Fan's eye twitched slightly.
"Co behind ."
The two struggled against the wind, hiding behind Lin Fan.
Lin Fan stood strong and mighty, like a wall, blocking the wind and sand.
This old guy isn't easy to deal with... he thought.
Wind Yexuan's death had aroused all his aura; if he charged in such a state, he couldn't withstand it at all.
After all, the gap between him and Feng Qingshui was even larger than that between him and Mo Yunsheng.
This is how terrifying a Lower Heavenly Venerate can be.
But Lin Fan didn't flee because he still had Mo Ningxiang and Diwu Yun'er to protect behind him. As a man of dignity, if he couldn't even protect the won, how could he be considered a man at all?
Feng Qingshui, with hair disheveled, looked mad.
The arms hanging at his sides suddenly tensed, veins bulging.
Such terrifying might!
A vortex ford around him, with what seed like the roars of dragons and tigers, making hearts tremble.
Feng Qingshui suddenly lifted his foot.
Half a breath!
A shadow streaked by, fast as lightning, no! Faster than lightning!
The elite subordinates still kneeling on the ground didn't even have ti to react before they were knocked into the sky, falling like raindrops.
Death!
Those who stood in Feng Qingshui's way all t this end.
Yet Lin Fan didn't move, not even blinking an eye!
Because he knew, Feng Qingshui wouldn't strike.
As expected by Lin Fan, Feng Qingshui stopped in front of him, just an arm's length away.
If he wanted to strike, in a tenth of a breath, he could take Lin Fan's life!
But he did not do it.
Feng Qingshui froze, like a sculpture, unmoving.
Even though he was alone, he brought with him a pressure like dark clouds ready to crush the city!
Breathing heavily, his aura remained unchanged.
Although Feng Qingshui was caught in a frenzy, driven to kill Lin Fan.
Reason told him that he couldn't make a move just yet.
At least, he had to let Lin Fan make the first move.
Even though Lin Fan killed Feng Yexuan with one punch, the reason sided with Lin Fan. After all, it was Feng Yexuan who broke the rules first, entering without permission, trespassing in Princess Mo Ningxiang's boudoir.
Given emotion and reason, Lin Fan could justify killing Feng Yexuan.
Entering a lady's boudoir unannounced, threatening the princess's life, breaking the rules...
Any of these charges could put Feng Yexuan to death and give Lin Fan a legitimate reason to act.
So even though his son Feng Yexuan was beaten to death, Feng Qingshui still couldn't act.
Feng Qingshui had no justification.
If he were to strike now and kill Lin Fan, it would be private revenge, an excuse that wouldn't hold. Besides, Lin Fan was also the little princess's guest, making a move would an his own death.
The only way was to force Lin Fan to strike.
Once Lin Fan attacked him, Feng Qingshui would have enough justification.
Using counterattack as an excuse, claiming he struck too heavily as a reason, he could legitimately and reasonably kill Lin Fan.
It's not worth exchanging his life for Lin Fan's.
Monts ago, Feng Qingshui surged over in a tenth of a breath just to startle Lin Fan.
If Lin Fan so much as flinched or raised a hand unconsciously,
Feng Qingshui would strike him dead in one blow.
However, he didn't expect.
Lin Fan didn't even blink, remaining utterly still!
His face even bore a knowing smile, mocking and disdainful.
Feng Qingshui's heart skipped a beat, increasing his pressure, the formless vortex surrounding Lin Fan like thousands of fierce beasts, watching hungrily, revealing ferocity.
Lin Fan kept smiling, composed and unhurried.
"Feng Lao, do you dare to make a move?"
His tone was icy, slightly mocking.
Feng Qingshui's face twitched, turning blue and red, extrely unsightly.
"Wretch, crushing you is like crushing an ant! If I make a move, you'll be dead in your next breath! Do you understand?!"
The roar was thunderous, deafening.
Behind him, Mo Ningxiang and Diwu Yun'er covered their ears, showing pained expressions.
Lin Fan turned his head to look, frowning slightly.
"Feng Lao, if you don't make a move, you're my grandson."
"You!"
"If you truly don't dare to make a move, then please retract your pressure. The little princess is still behind , if I'm hurt, it's inconsequential, but if the princess is hurt, the Clan Leader might just take your head."
Lin Fan remained unperturbed, extrely calm.
Feng Qingshui swallowed nervously, his throat moving.
He indeed wanted to kill Lin Fan imdiately, but with the little princess present, acting rashly might truly anger the Clan Leader.
Just as he hesitated whether to retract his pressure.
"What's going on here?!"
An angry shout echoed as if from the heavens, resonating between the earth and sky!
Resonating far and wide, the sound travels for miles.
Feng Qingshui's body trembled violently, his pupils dilated, showing panic.
The pressure engulfing Lin Fan and the others vanished without a trace in an instant.
Lin Fan hadn't yet reacted, scratching his head, unsure of what was happening.
Suddenly, Feng Qingshui turned abruptly, kneeling on the ground with a thud.
A hazy figure appeared before Feng Qingshui.
Like an image projected from the heavens, becoming gradually clearer, finally revealing a complete figure.
A middle-aged man, with sword-like eyebrows, fierce eyes, exuding an imposing presence that could swallow mountains and rivers, looked down upon all things.
The middle-aged man glanced back, and the scene of devastation made his eyebrows furrow even tighter.
"What's happened here?"
His voice bood like a bell, with each word seeming to crash into his brain, causing it to buzz.
Lin Fan ca to his senses, a chill running through his heart.
Could it be...
"Clan Leader... this... I..."
The previously arrogant and murderous Feng Qingshui, at this mont, obedient like a dog, remained crouched on the ground, not daring to lift his head.
This terrifying aura, astonishing presence, could only belong to the Xuan Clan's Clan Leader.
"Father!"
Mo Ningxiang ran out from behind Lin Fan, crashing into the middle-aged man's arms.
The middle-aged man smiled indulgently, gently stroking Mo Ningxiang's hair, but found her eyes red.
"Ning'er, what's wrong? Were you crying?"
"No, no... how could Ning'er cry..."
Mo Ningxiang said shyly, rubbing her eyes and turning away.
The middle-aged man's sharp gaze turned to Feng Qingshui.
"Qingshui, explain. What exactly happened here?"
"This... this..."
Feng Qingshui stamred, unable to utter a word.
He couldn't very well admit the truth that Feng Yexuan stord into the princess's boudoir and was killed by Lin Fan, could he?
Then how could he avenge his son's death?!
But if he didn't tell the truth, he certainly couldn't deceive the Clan Leader's perceptive eyes...
Feng Qingshui was torn, distressed, and indecisive.
"Uncle!"
Suddenly, another young voice sounded.
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