"Are you sure you want to draw my sword?"
Lin Fan's voice was cold, light, and indifferent.
Like mist, wafting lightly, there was no trace of fear on his face.
He was not afraid at all!
Faced with the Black Sword, confronting the darkness, confronting Ling Wudeng.
He managed to remain expressionless, calm, completely different from his deanor a quarter-hour ago.
Ling Wudeng's eye twitched slightly, his expression growing solemn.
He calmly scrutinized every part of Lin Fan's body, not missing a single facial expression.
Yet he found no flaws.
"Kid! You're too arrogant! You'll die horribly, I'll cut you into pieces, making sure you'll never ascend in eternity!"
The calr Lin Fan was, the more impatient Ling Wudeng beca.
The rage in his heart mysteriously vanished.
That's not right.
He was the one who should be calm.
After all, Lin Fan was clearly his defeated adversary, why did the aura seem like Lin Fan was suppressing him?
Before, Lin Fan was nearly dead from being beaten.
Clearly, this brat almost died at his hands.
But now, the atmosphere seed to have reversed.
Ling Wudeng's hand holding the Black Sword began to tremble with excitent, his eyes bloodshot and furious, his face muscles twitching violently.
"Trash who only boasts, do it!"
"Trash?! You dare call trash! Don't you know who is the defeated foe here? I distinctly rember you being on your knees, face ashen. Hahaha! Truly a sight; I still want to see once more despair filling your eyes. But this ti, I'll make sure you're better off dead than alive."
Ling Wudeng roared with gritted teeth.
Why?!
Why?!
A defeated opponent, a nobody, a worthless ant, how dare he speak to him in such a tone.
Lin Fan should be kneeling before him, begging for rcy.
Not standing face to face, talking equally to him.
It shouldn't be!
Absolutely shouldn't be!
He was about to beco the Xuan Clan's Clan Leader, the foremost attendant on Suru Continent.
How could he let such a fly look down on him?
"You should kneel! Kneel before and kowtow, only when I tell you to stop can you stop. You shouldn't be standing, you are unworthy to stand."
The Black Sword in Ling Wudeng's hand unleashed a shockwave, black light instantly blanketing the ground.
"I'll give you one last chance, Lin Fan, will you kneel or not!"
His voice was like a huge bell, roaring thunderously up into the clouds.
Even a hundred miles away, Jie Yuan and the other attendants could hear it clearly and unmistakably.
The attendants were about to leave.
But hearing this thunder-like sound, they suddenly stopped.
In shock, they looked toward where the sound ca from.
They exchanged looks, remaining silent.
This ti.
No one dared to underestimate Lin Fan anymore, Lin Fan again and again refreshed their understanding, repeatedly delivering a slap in their face.
So.
They weren't going to look down on Lin Fan, but were still frightened by Ling Wudeng's roar.
"Will Lin Fan survive this ti?"
"Hard to say..."
"Maybe... he will survive... just like the previous tis..."
"What about Ling Wudeng?"
"Afraid... Ling Wudeng is the one suffering this ti..."
They murmured cautiously, looking toward the place obscured by dark clouds, sighing lightly, shaking their heads.
They didn't know what conclusion it would lead to, yet were imnsely curious, so they all stopped their steps, gazing from afar.
Ling Wudeng's thunderous voice reached Changliu Mountain.
Directly echoing in the ears of the many Clan Leaders.
"That's Ling Wudeng's voice?!"
"He's found Lin Fan..."
"Looks like he's going to make a move."
"The power and aura are truly frightening, Lin Fan, this kid... is likely in trouble..."
Mo Ningxiang stared blankly at the path down the mountain, as if it could connect her with Lin Fan, as if Lin Fan might appear there at any mont.
Ling Wudeng's voice shook the earth and the sky.
Despite her imnse faith in Lin Fan, at this mont, she couldn't help but feel anxious and fearful for him.
She was afraid.
Truly afraid.
Earlier she believed Lin Fan would certainly defeat Ling Wudeng and rescue her from Dongn Buju's grasp.
But now she hesitated.
Ling Wudeng's mid-tier Heavenly Venerate power was too much higher than Lin Fan's Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, an unbridgeable chasm.
At least.
She couldn't think of any way to bridge the gap between the two.
Moreover.
Ling Wudeng was the foremost attendant in Suru Continent. His skills, cultivation, and realm far surpassed many Ancient Clan Leaders.
"Hahaha!"
Laughter erupted behind her, and without need to inquire, it was naturally Dongn Buju.
"Clan Leader Mo, did you hear that sound? Isn't it terrifying, isn't it scary? That's Wudeng's power, true power. Once he uses his real strength, Lin Fan won't stand a chance against him, nor will he escape. You might as well wait, later we can see Lin Fan's head."
Mo Ningxiang said nothing, tears inadvertently stread down. She didn't respond to Dongn Buju, for she had no clue how to respond.
Perhaps.
Lin Fan might actually die.
Thinking of this possibility, her body shivered violently.
"Dongn Buju, I..."
But before she could finish speaking, Dongn Buju rcilessly interrupted her.
Dongn Buju already surmised Mo Ningxiang's thoughts, unreservedly expressing mockery and derision.
"What? Want to spare Lin Fan? Haha, you want to exchange your life for his? Oh wow, so touching, but unfortunately, I'm not buying it. Because both your lives are in my hands, I kill when I want, release when I want, what qualifications do you have to trade with ."
He spoke smugly, with a sinister smile on his face.
He was now like a god holding life and death power.
How would a god heed an ant's opinion?
How could a god make deals with an ant!
"Just wait."
Dongn Buju leaned back in his chair, cocked his leg, smiling broadly, drinking tea, eating fruit.
The Clan Leaders at the mountain top all fell silent, without uttering a word.
For a mont.
They all looked toward the path down the mountain, uncertain who would appear there.
…
Down the mountain.
Lin Fan laughed coldly, calmly mocking.
Ling Wudeng's words were truly hilarious.
To actually demand him to kneel, plead for forgiveness.
Must have lost his mind!
When had Lin Fan ever kneeled to anyone!
Lin Fan slowly opened his palm, speaking lightly, "Ling Wudeng, you are too arrogant. The one who should consider kneeling is you. If you could kneel before , admit your faults, perhaps I might spare your life. Unfortunately, I won't give you this chance, I'll personally destroy you."
"Ridiculous! What ability do you have to des..."
Ling Wudeng's eyes widened, brows knitted, and chided harshly, but his voice abruptly stopped.
Suddenly.
In Lin Fan's hand, the Xuanyuan Sword faintly appeared.
Golden light glead, as if forged from gold, shining with glaring brilliance, instantly dispelling the creeping black mist around Lin Fan.
The enveloping black mist recoiled sharply as if stung, not daring to approach further.
And Ling Wudeng was dumbstruck.
Totally dumbstruck.
Because he realized, Lin Fan's Xuanyuan Sword had undergone a change.
His heart thudded heavily in realization.
Bad news.
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