Ling Wudeng was utterly terrified, speechless.
Of course, he knew what Lin Fan was about to do.
But.
He couldn't believe Lin Fan would actually do it!
Ling Wudeng was dumbfounded, completely stunned!
Lin Fan, with a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor's cultivation realm, not only managed to control the Artifact Spirit but also dared to make such a reckless move.
He was so agitated that he wanted to stand up, but his legs went soft, weak, and he fell to his knees again.
Embarrassed.
Shaful.
In a predicant.
Ling Wudeng had never been driven into such a dire situation before.
So this.
This is what despair feels like.
"No..."
He looked in a daze at the Black Sword under Lin Fan's foot, speaking humbly.
Lin Fan instantly paused his action, raising an eyebrow.
"What did you say? Speaking so softly, how can I hear you? Speak up, what did you say?"
"No... don't harm my Black Sword... I'm begging you..."
Ling Wudeng stared fixedly at the Black Sword, his body trembling violently, his voice quivering.
He bowed his head, not daring to et Lin Fan's eyes.
Even in front of Dongn Buju, he had never been so humble, yet facing Lin Fan, this Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, he had to lower his proud head.
"Is this still the arrogant Ling Wudeng I know? Where did that Ling Wudeng just now go? Only now do you think of begging , it's too late. From the beginning, you shouldn't have blocked my path, now you have no choice left."
Lin Fan smiled slightly.
The once high-and-mighty Ling Wudeng was now speaking humbly to him, even pleading.
Such a scene, if told to the Fifth Sword Emperor, he surely wouldn't believe it.
"I originally didn't want to trouble you, but you relentlessly made things difficult for , hindering my rescue of Mo Ningxiang, all just to satisfy your own ambitions. Aspiring to be the Xuan Clan Leader? You're lacking the skills. If anything happens to Ningxiang, I swear I'll grind you into dust."
Ling Wudeng was speechless, kneeling and shivering on the ground.
For the first ti, he knew what terror felt like, and for the first ti, he knew what despair felt like.
However.
The first ti was also the last ti, the only ti.
A golden light flashed before his eyes.
Ling Wudeng's eyes widened in shock, just about to shout.
Clang.
But he was a step too late.
The Xuanyuan Sword had lightly touched the Black Sword's blade.
Suddenly, golden light burst forth!
While the Black Sword's black glow gradually dissipated, like a painful struggle, fleeing in all directions.
The black glows that scattered were seemingly devoured entirely by the Xuanyuan Sword.
Struggle, distortion, tearing.
Ling Wudeng was dumbstruck, aghast.
He couldn't move.
Could only watch as the Black Sword was torn apart, shattered, worn away bit by bit.
Heartbreaking beyond asure, as if broken into pieces.
Why?
Why did I have to encounter this monster, Lin Fan!
Silence.
Dead silence.
"The baby is so full, so full, I'm stuffed! The baby is so happy, has to rest to digest a bit."
The Artifact Spirit of the Xuanyuan Sword contentedly patted its belly, disappearing within Lin Fan's divine sense.
In reality.
The Black Sword had vanished without a trace, there would no longer be a Black Sword in this world.
"My sword... my sword... my sword!"
At the mont the Black Sword completely disappeared.
Ling Wudeng erupted into a mad roar, his entire face flushed red, hideous and twisted, no longer recognizable.
He knelt on the ground, stumbling and charging forward.
But not towards Lin Fan, rather to the spot where the Black Sword disappeared, frantically cupping dust and sand in his hands, as if trying to find traces of the Black Sword.
Yet.
The Black Sword had already turned to nothingness, leaving no sign of its existence.
Ling Wudeng was on the brink of collapse, holding dust in his hands, sitting foolishly on the ground, letting the sand slip through his fingers, his whole deanor like a wooden post, not budging an inch.
Lin Fan glanced at Ling Wudeng expressionlessly.
Gone mad.
Ling Wudeng had already gone mad, posing no threat to him.
After all, he was a martial fanatic, losing his sword was harder for him to bear than dying.
That was enough, no need to do anything further.
Moreover.
Ling Wudeng was acting upon Dongn Buju's orders, ultimately just a follower, no matter how strong still a follower, no need to take his life.
Lin Fan thought silently to himself, then put away the Xuanyuan Sword, giving Ling Wudeng a cold glance.
The latter, hair disheveled, covered in dust, in such disarray that he no longer resembled the previously imperious Ling Wudeng.
Now looked completely like a beggar from the street.
He sighed lightly and didn't make things difficult for Ling Wudeng, directly brushing past him and heading straightforwardly towards the path up the mountain.
The intention was clear.
Sparing Ling Wudeng a life.
However.
Just a few steps forward, he heard Ling Wudeng's shout from behind.
"Lin Fan! How dare you disregard like this! I am the number one follower of the Suru Continent, Ling Wudeng! You can't ignore like that!"
Lin Fan furrowed his brow, stopping to turn back and look.
He suddenly realized that sparing a life ant nothing in the opponent's eyes, but being ignored was considered a great humiliation, an extrely serious matter.
"It's not over yet! It's not over yet! You can't just walk away; we must settle this today with life or death, either you die or I perish!"
Lin Fan, however, had no interest in entangling with Ling Wudeng.
Because now, Ling Wudeng was simply not his opponent, just like a fish on the chopping block awaiting slaughter.
Especially without the Black Sword, Ling Wudeng posed no threat.
"Keep your miserable life and live well. Don't cause trouble again, as you're no longer a match for , and I don't even need to regard you. Maybe, if you cultivate for another hundred years, you'll find the gap between us only growing larger, much larger than it is today!"
Lin Fan said disdainfully.
"Besides, taking your worthless life serves no purpose to . Rather, it's better to let you witness with your own eyes how the Heavenly Clan declines from the Suru Continent."
"Arrogant! So arrogant! Hahaha! You really think, with just a few of you, you can challenge Dongn Buju? Too naive! Dongn Buju is the most terrifying person I've ever t; you'd better prepare yourself."
"You're not much either; how terrifying can Dongn Buju be?" Lin Fan sneered dismissively.
"That just ans you haven't seen Dongn Buju; this is my last piece of advice to you."
Ling Wudeng's lips curled, a sinister and terrifying smile spreading, enough to make anyone's hair stand on end.
As soon as he finished speaking.
He suddenly transford into a black lightning bolt, mustering all his strength to charge at Lin Fan.
It seed as if strength and spiritual energy filled his body once more.
In a trance.
Lin Fan saw Ling Wudeng's grimace, baring fangs, looking like a ravenous beast opening its gaping maw.
At the sa ti.
He caught a fleeting look of resolve in Ling Wudeng's eyes, as if... seeking death!
Lin Fan had no ti to ponder more.
A breath!
Ling Wudeng was already in front of him.
He had no choice but to react!
With a swift strike, golden light flourished.
The world returned to peace.
The wind howled past with yellow sand, desolate and bleak.
Ling Wudeng lay lifelessly, severed head from body, quietly in a pool of blood, forever losing its breath.
Lin Fan silently looked at Ling Wudeng's body.
Perhaps this was the result he desired.
After a pause for a couple of seconds, he grabbed Ling Wudeng's head and took a big stride towards the mountain.
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