Chapter 87: Want to Kill Me? Then Pay with Your Life!
Before the three men could react, the three streaks of cold light had already pierced through their foreheads!
"Thud!"
"Thud!"
"Thud!"
The trio collapsed backward onto the ground, life fading instantly.
Their eyes remained wide open in death—unable to rest in peace!
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
Huo'er and Xiao Yan seized the chance to break free of their restraints, letting out low, furious growls as they retreated to safety.
Only then did the black-clothed young man and his subordinates finally realize what had happened.
"Hiss…"
Seeing the three Yuan Dan Great Perfection experts lying dead with empty eyes, everyone's faces changed dramatically—they sucked in cold breaths of horror.
"Who dares kill members of the Di Clan?!"
The black-clad youth's eyes flickered with fear, but he forced a fierce tone, glaring toward the depths of the forest.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
Before his voice even faded, the sound of rushing wind echoed—and three figures flew out of the forest, landing beside Huo'er and Xiao Yan.
Naturally, they were Lin Fan, Qingtan, and Lin Dong.
"Are you okay?"
Qingtan rushed to the tigers' side and asked anxiously.
"Roar!"
Both beasts growled softly and shook their heads, indicating they were fine.
Meanwhile, Lin Fan lifted his hand, and the three Seven Star Swords returned from the corpses and floated back to him.
The black-clad youth and his group were dumbfounded by the young trio before them—they hadn't expected the assassins to be so young.
"You tried to kidnap our companions without even understanding the situation. I retaliated—what's the problem?"
Lin Fan spoke coldly, his gaze on the black-clad young man.
"As for your so-called Di Clan… never heard of it."
"Y-You…"
The youth seethed in anger and shock.
"Let's go."
Lin Fan glanced at him indifferently and turned to leave.
At that moment, the black-clad youth's eyes turned dark. He gripped his hand—and a green spear appeared.
The weapon shimmered with spiritual light—it was clearly a powerful spiritual treasure.
"Emerald Light Kill!"
He struck while Lin Fan's back was turned, unleashing a wave of chilling green light from his spear. Countless cold beams surged toward Lin Fan's back!
A sneak attack!
"You're courting death."
Lin Fan didn't even look back. He lifted his palm and struck behind him.
Golden Yuan Power burst from his palm—forming a glowing golden platform nearly ten meters wide!
Boom!
The platform crushed the air and slammed down toward the spear with unstoppable momentum.
It was Golden Platform Demon Suppression Palm, a Grade Seven martial art from the Wang Clan!
With Lin Fan now in early Qi Creation Realm, the technique was many times stronger than when Wang Yan had used it.
"Bang!"
The golden platform collided with the green spear.
In an instant, the weapon was blasted out of the young man's hand!
The terrifying platform didn't slow down. In the youth's horrified gaze, it plummeted toward his chest!
"Stop!"
A booming voice echoed from the forest above.
A figure streaked down from the sky, wielding a massive broadsword surrounded by a fearsome blade aura, aimed at the golden platform!
BOOM!
The blade aura clashed with the platform, unleashing a devastating explosion!
A Yuan Power shockwave burst outward from the platform's core, flattening entire sections of towering trees around them.
Several unlucky Di Clan guards were caught in the blast and thrown like rag dolls—nearly dead on impact.
"Step, step, step!"
The man who had just arrived was blasted back over a dozen steps before he barely stabilized.
"Pfft!"
He coughed up a mouthful of blood, face turning deathly pale.
"Father!"
"Patriarch!"
The black-clad youth and several guards cried out in shock—it was none other than the Di Clan's Patriarch, Di Teng!
He had stepped away to scout for Thunder Source Crystal Beasts and returned just in time to see his son's sneak attack.
Instead of stopping him, he had hoped it would succeed.
He never imagined that not only would Lin Fan counter so brutally—he'd nearly kill him in a single blow!
And worse—even Di Teng himself had been injured by Lin Fan's counterattack!
Taking a deep breath, Di Teng cupped his fists.
"Young friend, this matter was my son's fault. But you've already taught him a lesson—please, spare his life."
"He tried to kill me. That kind of crime… can only be paid with death."
Lin Fan's voice was cold as ever.
He surged forward and formed a complex seal with his hands.
A massive blue handprint appeared in front of him, growing rapidly, covering the black-clad youth's sky like a dark curtain.
It then came crashing down!
"Father! Save me!"
Feeling the weight of death above him, the black-clad youth cried out in terror.
Di Teng's eyes widened—Lin Fan clearly had no intention of showing mercy!
"You bastard!"
With a roar, Di Teng slashed his long blade upward, leaping toward his son and striking at the blue handprint.
Dozens of meters of Yuan Power surged through his blade in a dazzling arc!
BOOM!
The thunderous impact shook the forest!
Di Teng's blade aura was shattered on contact, completely destroyed by the blue handprint.
Then the handprint continued falling—unhindered.
BANG!
It struck the black-clad youth with a deafening crash—
flattening him into a bloody pulp.
At the same time, Di Teng himself was struck by the shockwave, his organs crushed, his blade flying from his hand.
Eyes wide in shock, he fell—dead on the spot.
"The Patriarch is dead! Run!"
The Di Clan guards screamed in horror and fled in every direction.
"Go!"
Lin Fan's voice echoed, and the blue handprint splintered into dozens of smaller ones, streaking through the air—
hunting down the fleeing Di Clan guards.
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