Chapter 83: Flame Spear — Reduced to Ashes!
Lin Fan's expression shifted slightly. Without hesitation, he urged Huo'er forward, racing toward the source of the intense battle aura.
Moments later, he arrived at the battlefield—where Lin Dong was locked in combat with none other than Wang Yan, the man Lin Fan had previously crushed.
Upon seeing Lin Fan arrive, Wang Yan's face twisted into a vicious grin.
"Perfect timing! Elder Shen—kill him!"
As it turned out, after Wang Yan left the ancient tomb, he sought out his guardian, Elder Shen, intending to ambush Lin Fan.
But they hadn't found Lin Fan immediately and instead ran into Lin Dong.
So Wang Yan decided to kill Lin Dong first, take back the spiritual treasure, and then deal with Lin Fan.
He hadn't expected Lin Dong to be such a tough opponent—and now Lin Fan had arrived.
Still, he saw it as a stroke of luck. No need to keep searching—his enemy had come to him.
Knowing he was no match for Lin Fan, Wang Yan immediately called for Elder Shen, who had been hiding nearby.
A gray-robed old man appeared in Lin Fan's line of sight.
He stood on a gray disc, hands behind his back, his robe fluttering. An aura no weaker than Lin Langtian's emanated from him—this was a Qi Creation Realm expert!
This elder hadn't entered the tomb earlier, which was why he hadn't intervened when Lin Fan beat Wang Yan.
The gray-robed elder smiled as his gaze swept over Lin Fan.
"A Form Creation Realm junior able to defeat Young Master Wang Yan, a peak Form Creation expert… Impressive."
"But before this old man, you stand no chance. Hand over the treasure, bind yourself, and let Young Master Wang deal with you as he sees fit."
"Shut the hell up."
Lin Fan snorted coldly. With a flick of his foot, he leapt backward onto his Seven Star Sword, putting distance between them.
At the same time, a thought activated his high-grade puppet, which appeared before him in an instant.
The puppet was pitch-black, towering, and radiating a terrifying aura that drastically changed the faces of both Wang Yan and Elder Shen!
"A high-grade puppet?! Young Master Wang, run!"
Elder Shen's eyes filled with panic as he shouted to Wang Yan.
But it was already too late.
Lin Fan had previously pumped ten thousand Pure Yuan Pills into the puppet's core. It was fully fueled and ready.
With Lin Fan's command, the puppet turned into a blurred shadow and charged at Elder Shen like a lightning bolt!
Boom!
Its pitch-black fist roared through the air with explosive force!
Too fast to react, Elder Shen barely managed to raise his arm to block—
Crack!
A crisp crack rang out as the puppet shattered Elder Shen's arm.
The next instant, its fist smashed into his chest—
Pfft!
The blow tore clean through Elder Shen's torso!
"AAAGH!"
He screamed, flying backward like a broken kite and crashing heavily into the ground.
Though his vitality was strong, he wasn't dead—yet.
He scrambled to flee.
But the puppet was far faster. It appeared again in front of him and slammed another fist downward!
Eyes wide with terror, Elder Shen summoned his gray disc to block.
Boom!
The disc was smashed aside instantly, and the puppet's iron fist kept going—
Crack!
He managed to twist his head, but the punch still obliterated half his skull!
Thud!
His body fell lifelessly, his single remaining eye frozen wide in terror. He died with regret.
All of this happened in a matter of seconds.
The moment Elder Shen shouted for Wang Yan to flee, Wang Yan tried to retreat.
But just as he forced Lin Dong back and attempted to escape—
Dong—!
The deep hum of a soul-suppressing bell erupted in his mind!
Wang Yan's spirit crumbled under the sound. He lost control of his body.
Lin Fan had activated the Soul-Suppressing Bell!
Taking advantage, Lin Fan's hands danced through seals—
A blue handprint materialized and slammed down onto Wang Yan!
Boom!
The fifth form of the Five Elements Seal—Waterseal Palm!
Before Wang Yan could recover, he was already flattened into the ground by the massive imprint.
"Flame Spear!"
Lin Fan growled, and a long spear formed from flames appeared before him.
It radiated a terrifying blaze, seemingly capable of burning everything to ash.
He hurled the flaming spear at the just-rising Wang Yan.
Pfft!
It pierced straight through his chest!
Boom! Boom!
Flames erupted from the point of impact, engulfing Wang Yan's entire body.
"AAAHHHHH—!"
Wang Yan's shriek echoed—until it was abruptly cut off.
In mere seconds, he was reduced to ashes.
"The power of the Ancestral Symbol really is incredible…"
Lin Fan's eyes flashed as he looked at the smoldering remains.
To end the fight quickly, he had used one of the abilities from his Flame Ancestral Symbol.
Thanks to his Eight Ancestral Glazed Body, he could wield the power of all eight ancestral symbols—this had been his first real use.
After killing Wang Yan, Lin Fan took Elder Shen's Qiankun pouch, then burned his body to ash.
Then, with a palm strike, he scattered both of their ashes to the wind.
Truly—reduced to dust.
Lin Dong, standing nearby, was shaken by what he had witnessed.
The gap between him and Lin Fan… was growing again.
"Let's go. Time to leave this place."
Lin Fan retrieved the puppet, Wang Yan's Da Luo Golden Spear, and Elder Shen's gray disc, then said to Lin Dong.
"Okay."
Lin Dong nodded, mounted Xiao Yan, and followed Lin Fan and Huo'er as they swiftly left.
"This fight cost me ten thousand Pure Yuan Pills… I better not come out of this at a loss…"
On the way back, Lin Fan opened Elder Shen's Qiankun pouch and mumbled quietly.
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