Chapter 104: Brutal Suppression, the Ancient Monument Space Opens!
Lin Fan ignored the Lin Clan elder's shout and paid no mind to the attack behind him.
He continued his charge toward Lin Langtian, both hands forming seals as the Water Seal took shape once again, slamming straight toward Lin Langtian!
At that moment, Lin Langtian staggered to his feet, his eyes flashing coldly.
His hands moved swiftly, and with a sudden shout, a ray of dark light shot out from his mouth!
The ray expanded rapidly in the air, transforming into a massive black hexagonal mirror. Mystical light flowed across its surface, radiating an unusual and powerful energy that swept outward.
Boom!
At the same time, one of the Lin Clan elders' attacks landed on Lin Fan—but it didn't harm him at all.
Instead, the elder himself was blasted away by the rebound, coughing up a mouthful of blood as he crashed to the ground, seriously injured!
Hiss!
The surrounding crowd couldn't help but suck in a cold breath at the sight!
To injure a mid-Spirit Creation stage expert just from the force of backlash—how terrifying was Lin Fan's body strength?
The remaining two Lin Clan elders hesitated slightly when they saw Lin Langtian pull out a Heaven-rank spirit treasure for a counterattack. Eventually, they chose to stop and check on their injured companion.
"A lowborn branch family member, and you dare dream of defeating me? What a joke!"
"Heaven-rank spirit treasure… the Spirit Wheel Mirror?"
Lin Fan's gaze sharpened as he instantly recognized the artifact.
Buzz! Buzz!
The black hexagonal mirror floated in front of Lin Langtian, who stared at Lin Fan with killing intent. With a shift of his hand seal, the mirror emitted a low hum.
Waves of dark energy rippled out from its surface at high speed.
"Soul Suppressing Bell—seal him!"
A glint of sharpness flashed in Lin Fan's eyes as he activated a soul attack while Lin Langtian was channeling the Spirit Wheel Mirror.
DONG!
A mighty bell toll echoed inside Lin Langtian's mind, causing him to freeze momentarily. The Yuan Power he was using to control the mirror was disrupted on the spot.
"Mine now!"
Lin Fan sneered. The massive blue handprint he had conjured accelerated and grasped the Spirit Wheel Mirror directly.
Buzz!
The mirror trembled violently, attempting to escape—but it was futile.
Whoosh!
Soon, Lin Fan seized the treasure and sent it directly into his system space for later handling.
"Damn you! Give me back my Spirit Wheel Mirror!"
Lin Langtian finally regained his senses. When he realized his connection to the mirror had been severed, his face turned pale with rage.
"You want it? Come get it."
Lin Fan replied with a casual smile. In a flash, he appeared beside Lin Langtian and struck his chest with a powerful palm.
Bang!
Blood spewed from Lin Langtian's mouth as he was sent flying—nearly dying from the blow.
Lin Fan could sense that once again, at the final moment, the primordial spirit inside Lin Langtian had acted to protect his heart.
The same thing had happened during their previous clash.
Without it, Lin Langtian would've already died under Lin Fan's first attack.
[Ding! You touched Lin Langtian and obtained three peak Manifestation stage demon spirits!]
Just then, a notification from the system rang out in Lin Fan's mind.
Nice!
Beating down Lin Langtian even came with a bonus reward!
Hearing the message, Lin Fan smirked and cast another sinister glance at Lin Langtian.
"So strong!"
The crowd watched in awe as the once-proud and elegant Lin Langtian was now lying on the ground like a mangled dog. The shock in their hearts was overwhelming.
"Who would've thought a branch family member could rise to such heights… No wonder he caught Sister Qingzhu's attention," murmured Huangfu Jing softly, her eyes trembling as she stood among the Huangfu Clan.
Over in the Wang Clan's camp, the top genius Wang Zhong's expression turned grim.
Originally, Wang Zhong hadn't planned to come to the Great Wilderness Ancient Monument, but with Wang Yan dead, he had no choice but to attend in his place.
Before Lin Fan's arrival, Wang Zhong had even planned to deal with Lin Dong himself. But based on Elder Wang Tong's suggestion, he had pushed Lin Langtian into the spotlight instead—leading to the current situation.
Wang Zhong always considered himself the number one genius of the Great Yan Dynasty.
Even he wasn't confident he could defeat Lin Langtian so easily—let alone snatch away his spirit treasure.
From the Qin Clan, the Demon Gate, the Yin Puppet Sect, and all the other factions—everyone now felt an invisible pressure when facing Lin Fan.
"Lin Fan, for the sake of us all being members of the Lin Clan, please stay your hand."
Just then, the two remaining Lin Clan elders stepped forward again. The white-haired one spoke solemnly.
Lin Fan replied flatly, "When Lin Langtian was threatening Lin Dong, I didn't see any of you stepping in."
The elder gave a bitter smile. "We intended to stop him, but once you showed up, everything happened too fast."
"Now, the seal on the ancient monument is about to weaken. If your fight with Lin Langtian delays the opening… wouldn't that be a pity?"
"The seal on the Great Wilderness Ancient Monument is disappearing!"
Just as Lin Fan was about to speak, a voice rang out from the crowd.
At the same time, the massive ancient monument in the distance began to shake violently!
A vast, cloud-like energy emerged from the monument, spiraling slowly around it. Soon, it formed an enormous vortex hundreds of meters wide.
The vortex churned with darkness and cold, radiating an aura of mystery.
"It's opening!"
Excited voices erupted as everyone gazed at the swirling energy gate.
Whoosh!
Without waiting for anyone else to act, Lin Langtian shot forward like lightning and plunged into the vortex.
The three Lin Clan elders sighed in relief.
At that moment, Lin Fan spoke up again. "Fine, I'll let Lin Langtian off for now. But just now, one of your elders ambushed me. Don't you think you owe me some compensation?"
"Don't even think about it!"
The elder who had been injured by the backlash shouted angrily.
"Silence!"
The white-haired elder barked at him, then turned to Lin Fan. "What kind of compensation are you asking for?"
"Nothing much. Just give me his spatial pouch," Lin Fan said with a smile, raising an eyebrow.
"I'd rather die than agree to that!"
The elder's face turned pale as he gritted his teeth in rage.
"Then die."
Lin Fan's smile vanished, and a terrifying killing intent erupted from him, locking onto the elder.
"Wait!"
The white-haired elder quickly stepped in, his expression shifting. He walked forward, forcibly took the spatial pouch from the injured elder, and handed it to Lin Fan.
"If he wants revenge, he knows where to find me," Lin Fan said indifferently. He let his gaze linger on Lin Ke'er for a moment before turning to rejoin Qing Tan and Lin Dong.
He scanned the surrounding factions once more—his gaze lingering a little longer on the Wang Clan.
The Wang Clan members looked visibly tense under his glance.
But Lin Fan merely smiled and said to Lin Dong and Qing Tan, "Let's go treasure hunting."
Naturally, neither of them had any objections.
This time, Lin Fan had both Huo'er and Little Flame shrink down to kitten size—Huo'er in Qing Tan's arms, and Little Flame in Lin Dong's.
With countless eyes watching, the three of them and their two beast companions turned into three streaks of light and shot straight into the giant vortex above the Great Wilderness Ancient Monument.
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