Chen Fan’s full-strength attack had instantly killed the late-stage, first-level Yuanfu realm Lin Tianshui, surprising Lin Zong.
The Chen Clan should have been harmless rabbits at their mercy, but they turned out to be ferocious wolves, savage and cruel.
“Chen Fan’s so strong, he killed a first-level Yuanfu realm powerhouse with one attack!”
“I didn’t see Chen Fan killing Tan Wanshan and Liu Shan, so I didn’t really believe the rumors. But now, I completely believe them...”
“That goatee elder’s aura is so scary. At the very least, his cultivation must be at the third level of the Yuanfu realm!”
“Chen Fan can kill first-level Yuanfu, but he isn’t a match for this person.”
The nearby crowd gossiped among themselves.
Considering their momentum, no one had expected the Lin Clan to lose a Yuanfu realm powerhouse so early. Moreover, Chen Fan killed him with just one attack.
While that death was unexpected, the people were more worried about the fierce killing intent emanating from Lin Zong and the primeval force surging around him, their pupils shrinking violently.
In Xuanyang City, a Qi Grandmaster was like a ruler in the people’s eyes. As for Yuanfu realm powerhouses—they were considered gods.
Lin Zong seemed even more terrifying than a god in their eyes.
Chen Fan’s pupils also shrank to the size of a needle tip.
He had to use every ounce of his strength to kill a first-level Yuanfu realm expert. However, Lin Zong was far stronger than that—he was at the third level.
Lin Zong’s aura surged, creating an oppressive force that made breathing challenging for Chen Fan. He felt like an invisible mountain was pressing down on him.
Lin Zong advanced step by step, his aura intensifying and the pressure on Chen Fan escalating.
Chen Fan’s cultivation revolved violently.
Activating the Heaven Seizing Furnace deep within his dantian, he set the rolling magma ablaze, unleashing a formidable strength that shattered Lin Zong's oppressive aura.
“Die, you little bastard!”
Fierce light rays shot from Lin Zong's eyes, carrying an irresistible chilling intent—a combination of his cultivation and gaze, a unique method of attack.
While unable to cause physical harm, it momentarily halted Chen Fan's blood circulation and disrupted the smooth flow of his qi, as if frozen by the chilling intent.
Lin Zong rubbed his palms together.
Immediately, several icicles appeared before him, spinning violently and humming. Suddenly, they shot out like bullets, tearing through the air.
Chen Fan roared as his power erupted. Primeval force condensed in his dantian as his three heads and six arms struck out ferociously like a huge army charging out, shaking the space.
“Overestimating yourself!” Lin Zong said disdainfully.
He waved his hand, transforming his primeval force into an ice pillar. It broke through everything with a boom, shattering Chen Fan’s three heads and six arms and hitting him heavily.
Chen Fan spewed out a large mouthful of blood, flying back from the impact. He even knocked down some Chen Clan members, giving rise to a wave of miserable screams.
“Young Patriarch!” Wang Tieshan shouted, eyes widened in anger, and rushed toward Lin Zong with a machete in hand. His qi and flames of anger combined, emitting green smoke as if he were fuming from every orifice.
“Nothing but an ant!”
With a flick of his finger, Lin Zong sent a force through the machete, simultaneously piercing Wang Tieshan's brow.
“Uncle Wang!” Chen Fan roared furiously, feeling as if his heart were bleeding.
Though not a member of the Chen Clan, Wang Tieshan had been fiercely loyal and had a close relationship with Chen Fan.
Devastated, Wang Tieshan's son and daughter glared with endless hatred in their eyes.
“Do it, kill them! Leave no one behind!” Lin Zong ordered coldly.
Immediately, the three Qi Grandmasters and five eighth-level martial artists from the Lin Clan rushed at Chen Tianshi and the others.
“Younger generation of Chen Clan, retreat. The others, join me and kill our enemies!” Chen Tianshi bellowed, channeling his cultivation and joining forces with a group of elders from the Chen Clan. In this dire moment, the Chen Clan found themselves with no avenue of retreat.
Chen Fan also shot forth, charging Lin Zong, his cultivation revolving to the limit.
“Chen Clan’s younger generation, run! Quickly run!” Chen Fan roared angrily.
Despite his frenzied attacks, Lin Zong easily dispersed them. Moreover, his counterattacks shattered Chen Fan's bones, making him spew blood.
Unfortunately, he was the only one among the Chen Clan members even remotely capable of fighting Lin Zong. Anyone else would die nearly instantly.
“No, we’re not leaving! We swear to live and die alongside the Chen Clan!”
Chen Qingqing and the other younger clan members' eyes turned red, their determination palpable even in the face of calamity.
“Get lost, all of you! You fools, what ‘live and die with the Chen Clan?!’ You’ll only get to avenge our clan if you live!” A Lin Clan Qi Grandmaster struck Chen Tianshi, making him spew blood.
Despite the Chen Clan's numerical advantage, their strength was severely lacking. Even Xiaobai, a demon beast comparable to a Qi Grandmaster, could only restrain two Lin Clan Qi Grandmasters.
Chen Tianshi and the others still had to deal with the third Qi Grandmaster.
However, were Qi Grandmasters that easy to take on?
The Chen Clan elders were merely at the seventh or eighth level, so even when they all worked together, they could barely hold back the Lin Clan Qi Grandmaster.
Aside from these three Qi Grandmasters, the Lin Clan still had five people at the eighth level. They were like tigers among a herd of sheep. The Chen Clan’s experts and private troops fell one after another in a pool of blood.
“You should also leave, Young Patriarch. You’re our Chen Clan’s greatest hope. Anyone from our clan can die, but you must not!”
“Thinking of escaping?” Lin Zong laughed coldly, delivering a palm strike that sent Chen Fan flying. He then threw a punch at the clan’s younger generation, making the space tremble and the air resonate.
Confronted with Lin Zong's formidable punch, the young descendants of the Chen Clan found themselves immobilized, unable to move or dodge under the overwhelming aura. They could only helplessly await the oncoming force as if resigned to their fate.
“Damn it, your opponent is me!”
Furious, Chen Fan activated the Wings of Rain Dragon and swiftly appeared in front of the force unleashed by Lin Zong's punch. He met the attack head-on with his chest.
Chen Fan’s protective primeval force was blown apart, and his chest caved in from the punch.
“Flying martial art!”
Lin Zong’s eyes lit up when he saw the Wings of Rain Dragon.
“Little bastard, hand over the flying martial art you’re practicing, and I can let your Chen Clan’s younger generation go. Refuse, and I'll make you witness their deaths before your eyes!”