Go to hell!
Yi Shengmang could no longer distinguish between reality and dreams.
His eyes were hollow, his features twisted and ferocious, his mind a blank, with only one thought.
Kill Yi Siyu.
This impression was deeply imprinted in his mind.
As long as Yi Siyu died, Yi Tianqiu could live.
This idea had taken root and could not be changed, not even caring who needed to do it.
He only wanted to achieve this result, completely ignoring the process.
Whether it was Yi Shengmang taking action or Lin Fan, the effects, significance, and purpose were vastly different.
However.
Yi Shengmang was already completely consud by madness.
Unable to extricate himself.
A sche by Lin Fan had forced him into a corner.
Or rather, it had unleashed the demon within him, revealing the evil of human nature.
Yi Siyu dies, Yi Tianqiu lives.
Daughter dies! Son lives!
In Yi Shengmang's blank mind, this sentence suddenly appeared, replaying over and over, filling every corner of his brain.
"Daughter dies... Son lives..."
"Go to hell."
A low growl from the depths of Hell erged from Yi Shengmang's throat, his pupils suddenly contracted, seeing no one or nothing but the dark void.
Boom!
His hand shot forward, moving with the speed of lightning.
The void was sliced open, emitting a wailing cry.
A single breath!
And he was already in front of Yi Siyu's neck.
Yi Siyu gasped in shock, took a breath of cold air, and quickly shut her eyes.
She was powerless.
She was already terrified out of her wits.
Never had she thought her father would strike at her with lethal intent.
Was the person in front of her still her father?
He actually wanted her dead.
However.
Just as death was approaching, an overwhelming force dispelled the aura of death.
Yi Siyu felt her hand tightly grasped by soone, a warm current flowing into her delicate body, causing her to take a step back.
A terrifying and violent aura enveloped her body.
A startled shout ca from everyone around her.
She opened her eyes abruptly.
And saw Lin Fan standing before her, as cold as frost.
Holding her with his left hand, and wielding the Xuanyuan Sword upright in his right hand.
The entire movent was fluid, taking only half a breath!
If Lin Fan had been one mont later, Yi Siyu would have likely perished on the spot.
Yi Shengmang's body trembled violently.
Seeing Yi Siyu's delicate neck replaced by the sharp Xuanyuan Sword, it was too late to withdraw, as imnse power pushed him forward, and if he insisted on stopping, it might cost him his life.
Just a mont's hesitation.
His hand moved uncontrollably towards the blade of the Xuanyuan Sword.
Ah—
Ah—
Yi Shengmang's screams made one's heart tremble.
The razor-sharp Xuanyuan Sword split his hand from the tiger's mouth, dividing his arm gruesoly, a horrific sight that was unbearable to behold.
Everyone held their breath at once, ti seemingly freezing, all actions and expressions halted.
Astonishnt.
Fear.
Scalp tingling!
Hair standing on end!
Everyone felt similarly, the scene before them was too bloody, causing so to vomit, their stomachs churning.
Yi Shengmang's harrowing screams reverberated in their ears, spreading a chill of fear from the depths of their souls.
Yi Shengmang clutched his mangled arm, screaming heartbreakingly on the ground, sweating profusely.
As for Lin Fan.
There wasn't a hint of emotion on his face, remaining composed and indifferent.
He flicked off the blood on the Xuanyuan Sword and sheathed it.
This wasn't intentional on his part.
Yi Shengmang had crashed into it himself, what did it have to do with him? Everyone witnessed it, the Clan Leader couldn't bla him.
He turned to look at Yi Siyu, who was pale with fright, her complexion ashen.
Lin Fan frowned, wiped the cold sweat from Yi Siyu's forehead, supported her trembling shoulders, and gently turned her in another direction.
"Lin Fan! You..."
Yi Shengtang's eyes widened in fury.
This was the main hall!
Lin Fan dared to act so brazenly!
In front of everyone, did he not regard the Clan Leader at all?!
Moreover.
The one injured was his own brother, Yi Shengmang.
"What of it?"
Lin Fan turned to face Yi Shengtang, but his left hand stayed tightly holding Yi Siyu.
"You... you..."
"Clan Leader, you can't bla for this, right? He attacked first, I was just defending myself. Moreover, I didn't even use any offensive moves, just defense, he charged in recklessly, how can that be my fault?"
Lin Fan shrugged his shoulders, a slight smile at the corners of his mouth.
"Or is it that you, the Shennong Clan Leader, want to distort the truth in front of everyone, to falsely accuse ? Then I naturally have nothing to say."
Yi Shengtang's face alternated between green and red, his anger fading, leaving only embarrassnt and helplessness.
He took a couple of heavy breaths, his mind racing, yet he found himself helpless against Lin Fan.
Everyone in the main hall remained silent, heads bowed in silence.
Yi Shengtang, with no other option, sighed heavily, patted the armrest of the main seat, and slumped down.
Lin Fan smiled slightly, and said aloud, "In the Shennong Clan, what is the cri for wanting to kill one's own children?"
Yi Shengtang's face twitched, his eyes glaring fiercely at Lin Fan.
This boy was audacious enough to launch a counterattack against him.
"Death."
"Then, Clan Leader, you must have seen what Yi Shengmang just did. What do you think should be done?"
Not a sound could be heard.
Deathly silence.
This was not only a public inquiry, but also a blow to the Shennong Clan Leader's reputation!
Everyone took a deep breath, lowering their heads even more, almost burying them in their laps.
Yi Shengtang did not respond because he did not know how to respond.
Lin Fan kept pressing.
"The matter is clear, I didn't harm Yi Siyu, but her father, Yi Shengmang, is framing , wanting to kill his daughter to save his son, and yet he tries to bla ? Hmph, does he think I'm naive?!"
Yi Shengtang avoided Lin Fan's gaze, embarrassnt written all over his face.
As he hesitated.
Yi Shengmang, dragging his crippled arm, crawled and rolled to the base of the steps, leaving a long trail of blood in the main hall.
"Clan Leader... Clan Leader, you must not be swayed by his words... He... he has bewitched Siyu, disturbing her mind... He is the real devil... he wants to kill Siyu..."
He still wouldn't give up, struggling to speak.
"Clan Leader, you cannot let him kill Tian Qiu... Tian Qiu is my son... or... or we exchange one life for another... let... let Siyu replace Tian Qiu, please..."
"Please?"
His crimson mouth twisted into a sinister grin, madness filling his eyes.
Yi Siyu couldn't believe her ears.
She turned abruptly.
"Dad... you..."
"Don't call dad! You've... you've been enchanted... you're not my daughter... I have only one son... Clan Leader, don't kill my son... let Siyu replace Tian Qiu... I'm begging you... I'm begging you..."
Huff—
Yi Shengtang exhaled deeply, his eyes losing their ferocity and brutality, leaving only endless sympathy and helplessness.
He smiled at Yi Siyu, raising his right hand.
Yi Shengmang's body began to float up.
"You're insane."
Yi Shengtang dropped this sentence, suddenly clenched his fist.
Yi Shengmang felt the air compressing around him as if a billion pounds of pressure were crushing his body, he could even hear his bones breaking, his flesh disintegrating.
Boom!
As Yi Shengtang tightened his fist, Yi Shengmang vanished into dust, obliterated from existence.
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