Feng Sihai wielded the Seven-layered Cloud Flipping Sword Technique. At its highest mastery level, a single sword swing could unleash the power of seven strikes. Although this sword technique wasn’t even considered a minor divine skill in the Taiwu Immortal Sect, just a cultivation dharma gate,
its unleashed power was not much weaker than some minor divine skills.
This was the Immortal Sword Technique he had specially chosen upon becoming an Inner Sect Disciple.
"Sound-breaking Demon Saber Technique!"
What you have must be used. The Sound-breaking Demon Blade was an excellent minor divine skill. With his current strength, its power was far more terrifying than when that Earth Demon used it.
His figure vanished instantly.
Feng Sihai was startled. Impossible. The man was just here; how had he disappeared in the blink of an eye? The sword strike he had just unleashed found no target, forcing him to withdraw his blade.
A sense of danger rose to envelop his heart.
Suddenly, Feng Sihai’s body was surrounded by a layer of earthy yellow radiance.
This was a Body Protection Immortal Technique: the Unbreakable Earth Body Technique.
It absorbed the earth’s dense energy and condensed it onto himself, forming an impenetrable shield of mana.
He no longer underestimated Lin Fan. The opponent’s abilities had far exceeded his expectations. Could it be that I might actually die today?
When this thought crossed his mind, he immediately shook his head in denial. Impossible. I’m a disciple of the Taiwu Immortal Sect. Even if you gave him ten times the courage, he wouldn’t dare to touch me.
He was deceiving himself now, fantasizing that the renowned name of the Taiwu Immortal Sect would intimidate his opponent. But if that were truly the case, his opponent wouldn’t have struck at him in the first place.
As he was lost in these thoughts, a sharp crisis struck again. A shadow suddenly appeared before his eyes. The speed was so extraordinary that he didn’t have time to react.
It seemed as though it had torn through space itself.
Of course, the notion of tearing through space naturally wasn’t possible. A Longevity First Level Foundation Establishment practitioner dreaming of breaking space was just plain ridicule. Yet, to Feng Sihai, this description merely underscored its sheer speed.
The illusion felt that real.
Feng Sihai had no time to react as the blade light slashed against him. By the time he understood what was happening, an agonized scream echoed throughout the heavens and earth.
Feng Sihai stared wide-eyed, utterly disbelieving the scene before him. The mana protecting his body shredded like paper under the magical treasure Green Toad Saber, and his limbs were severed by his opponent.
Now, he had been reduced to a mere torso.
"Stop screaming. I was going to finish you off with one strike but decided against it. Letting you die so easily would be letting you off too lightly." Lin Fan nonchalantly flicked the blood from the Green Toad Saber, then idly smiled at Feng Sihai. "How’s that? Was that minor divine skill just now decent? Much stronger than the messy sword techniques you’ve been flailing about."
"Minor divine skill? How could you know a minor divine skill? How is that even possible?" Feng Sihai cried out, his gaze at Lin Fan filled with boundless rage.
"I just love watching you get furious while knowing there’s nothing you can do to me." Lin Fan chuckled. After the fierce battle, his mood was exceptionally delightful. This guy was done for, with absolutely no chance of a comeback.
Hearing Lin Fan’s mocking tone, Feng Sihai couldn’t help but spit blood three feet into the air. His fury boiled over; his head buzzed with agitation.
Lin Fan crouched down, lightly slapping Feng Sihai’s face. "You’re such a pretentious bastard. You’ve annoyed me to the point where I couldn’t resist teaching you a lesson. Well, here you go. Keep being pretentious. Let’s see how far you’ll take it now."
Feng Sihai bore the humiliation in silence. He asked himself, when had he ever suffered such indignity?
He had truly underestimated his opponent.
"I’m a disciple of the Taiwu Immortal Sect, and Junior Brother to Brother Ye. If I die, it’ll certainly implicate the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect. How about you let me go? I swear to the heavens I won’t say a word about this," Feng Sihai said.
Lin Fan laughed at his words. "Do you really think I’m an idiot?"
"If I were to let you go now, who’s to say you wouldn’t come back later with reinforcements to wipe me out?"
Feng Sihai shook his head. "No, I wouldn’t. You probably don’t know this about me, but I’m the most trustworthy person in the Taiwu Immortal Sect. I might seem cold on the outside, but I’ve got a warm heart. If you spend more time with me, you’ll surely come to understand my true nature."
With his life on the line, he had no choice but to try and placate this kid.
He spoke sincerely, reasoning and appealing to Lin Fan, attempting to maintain calm and engage him in conversation.
"Oh, really?" Lin Fan rubbed his chin, feigning skepticism.
Feng Sihai sensed an opportunity and immediately added, "It’s true. Why was I acting pretentious earlier? It’s because I wanted my behavior to inspire and motivate the likes of you. And judging by the results, I think it worked."
"Misunderstandings happen, but they can always be cleared up. Once that happens, there’s no issue at all. We might even become friends."
"When the Sect Leader went to see my Brother Ye, I put in good words for you outsiders. If you don’t believe me, you can take me back to meet with your Sect Leader."
For Feng Sihai, this was his only chance to survive. If he could meet that old man, he’d definitely have a way out.
The old Sect Leader would understand that his death would cause a massive uproar.
Feng Sihai realized he was surprisingly eloquent, his mind sharp and orderly, a clarity he had never known. Was this the so-called enlightenment?
While lost in these musings—
Lin Fan couldn’t hold back and slapped Feng Sihai to the ground. "You actually think I’m that much of an idiot."
"Forget it. There’s nothing more to say."
Lin Fan wondered what interesting treasures might drop. While Feng Sihai’s bragging was something, entertaining himself was secondary compared to whatever loot might come from this guy.
Feng Sihai sensed the killing intent looming over him. Desperate, he roared in fury, "You can’t kill me! My Brother Ye is Ye Zhen Tian! If he finds out you killed me, he’ll avenge me!"
"Every single person in the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect will pay for your actions."
Even with his limbs severed, Feng Sihai’s desire to survive was unyielding. At this point, it would be a lie to say he wasn’t regretting his actions.
How did he end up provoking such a petty and vengeful man?
"Ye Zhen Tian? Don’t worry, he won’t escape. Sooner or later, I’ll send both of you to reunite."
"More importantly, he won’t even know it was me."
Lin Fan swung the Green Toad Saber, slicing through Feng Sihai’s throat.
Feng Sihai’s eyes widened in disbelief, his eyeballs laced with vivid red veins. He opened his mouth to say something, but before any words emerged, his head tilted, and he was completely dead.
Perhaps he wanted to say—
You dream of killing my Brother Ye? The difference between you two is as vast as heaven and earth. My Brother Ye is the sun and moon, while you’re just an ant.
But, in the end, he never got the chance to speak those words.
As Lin Fan awaited the loot to drop, he quickly searched the body.
He knew the man possessed several valuable items. Looting them wasn’t guaranteed, so relying on his own hands was a must.