Chapter 109: Who's Next?
Bastard!
Damn it!
Lin Langtian clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could tear Lin Fan into pieces.
But Master Mu refused to help him, and with his current strength, he was no match for Lin Fan!
Back outside the Ancient Monument Space, Lin Fan had defeated him with ease and even took his Heaven-grade spirit treasure, the Spirit Wheel Mirror.
If they fought again, Lin Langtian knew he had zero chance of victory!
At this moment, everyone around the Martial Tablet of Fortune watched with great interest, eyes falling on Lin Langtian seated at the first cushion.
Previously, Lin Langtian always acted high and mighty—who would've thought he'd be dragged down from his pedestal like this?
Over at the Demon Gate's seat, Mu Qianqian's beautiful eyes sparkled with interest as she watched Lin Fan.
Huangfu Jing of the Huangfu Clan observed the scene with flickering eyes, recalling what Ling Qingzhu had said before she left.
In the Lin Clan's area, Lin Ke'er's gaze was complicated, and she sighed quietly in her heart.
If back at the ancient tomb in the Tianyan Mountains, Brother Langtian had stood with Lin Fan and Lin Dong instead of siding with the Wang Clan to pressure them, would things have turned out differently?
Wang Zhong from the Wang Clan and Teng Lei from the Yin Puppet Sect both watched Lin Fan force Lin Langtian down, and unease began to grow in their hearts.
There were three people in Lin Fan's group—meaning they needed three seats.
Lin Fan had already said he wouldn't compete with the smaller factions for the remaining ones.
So aside from Lin Langtian's seat… two more would be needed.
Teng Lei, in particular, felt his heart sink.
Ssss...
Under everyone's gaze, Lin Langtian took a deep breath, swallowing the humiliation, and silently stood up, stepping away from the seat without a word.
Everyone watching had mixed expressions. Many inwardly marked Lin Fan as someone not to be provoked.
"Lin Dong, this one's for you."
Rather than take the seat himself, Lin Fan looked to Lin Dong and gestured.
The one with the deepest grudge against Lin Langtian was Lin Dong.
Since Lin Dong couldn't defeat him yet, Lin Fan took the opportunity to help him vent his anger.
Lin Langtian's figure trembled slightly when he heard Lin Fan's words, his fury flaring once more.
But he didn't turn back—he simply walked to one of the remaining empty seats and sat down in silence.
"Thank you, Brother Lin Fan,"
Lin Dong said seriously. He didn't pretend to be modest and stepped forward to claim Lin Langtian's former seat.
He knew this was Lin Fan's way of helping him. Gratitude filled his heart.
At the same time, Lin Dong made a silent vow:
This time, Brother Lin Fan helped me take Lin Langtian's seat. Next time, I'll do it myself—with my own strength—and take everything from him!
Lin Fan nodded slightly, then shifted his gaze to Teng Lei's seat.
"This seat… I'll let you have it,"
Teng Lei said with a shifting expression, his face darkening as he stood.
He stepped back and walked to one of the rear seats without further resistance.
Having already backed down once in the Puppet Nest, a second time didn't seem so hard anymore.
And seeing even Lin Langtian get forced off his cushion made Teng Lei feel a little better about it.
He decided to do as Lin Langtian had—go to the back and steal another seat later.
But everyone watching near the Martial Tablet of Fortune had dark expressions.
Their eyes were filled with frustration and rage.
Damn it!
Too afraid to take seats from Lin Fan, and now these people were turning on them?
Still, anger was one thing—none of them dared to challenge Lin Langtian or Teng Lei directly.
The Lin Clan and the Yin Puppet Sect were not to be trifled with.
However, Lin Fan's face turned cold.
"You think I need your permission to take what I want? You looking down on me, Teng Lei?"
With those words, Lin Fan spread his fingers, Yuan Power surging into his palm, and struck downward with terrifying force!
Boom!
A thunderous sonic boom echoed as the palm wind roared down.
Everyone around instinctively backed away, afraid to get caught in the shockwave!
"Bastard! You really think I'm afraid of you?!"
Teng Lei finally understood—Lin Fan didn't just want his seat.
He wanted his life.
Even though he knew he couldn't win, Teng Lei wasn't going to sit there and wait to die!
"Yin Puppet Arts: Shadow Demon Kill!"
Teng Lei shouted, releasing a massive surge of grey spiritual power from his skull.
Above his head, it formed a towering figure—ten meters tall, eerie and chilling.
The massive specter let out a screeching shriek and lunged toward Lin Fan!
"Hmph."
Lin Fan snorted coldly, unleashing a terrifying wave of spiritual pressure that caused the specter to freeze momentarily.
Boom!
Then, Lin Fan's overwhelming palm shattered the specter on contact—and crashed straight into Teng Lei without resistance.
BOOM!
With another deafening explosion, Teng Lei's body was crushed beneath the terrifying force—obliterated on the spot!
All of this took only moments.
By the time everyone processed what had happened, Teng Lei was already dead—his body vaporized.
"Y-Young Sect Master!!"
The disciples of the Yin Puppet Sect turned pale as they cried out.
It wasn't that they had deep feelings for Teng Lei…
But now that he was dead, Teng Sha would never let them live if they returned!
The other powers around the Martial Tablet were stunned as well. Eyes widened in disbelief.
"What's this Lin Fan trying to do?!"
"He killed Teng Lei! Isn't he afraid of the Yin Puppet Sect's revenge?"
"Who cares? Teng Lei's dead—doesn't that mean we might be able to grab a seat now?"
"You're right! Young Master Lin Fan is truly a good man!"
…
Mu Qianqian of the Demon Gate and Wu Ci of the Martial Alliance exchanged glances—both saw the shock in each other's eyes.
They had been rivals with Teng Lei for years, their strength roughly equal.
If Lin Fan could kill Teng Lei with one palm… didn't that mean he could kill them just as easily?
Even more terrifying was that Lin Fan had no fear at all.
He had humiliated Lin Langtian, the Lin Clan's so-called genius.
Now he had casually killed the Yin Puppet Sect's young master.
Who would be next?
Huangfu Jing, Qin Shi, Wang Tong—all of them watched in silence, visibly shaken.
Even the elders of the Four Great Clans looked at Lin Fan with solemn expressions.
But Lin Fan paid no attention to their reactions.
He casually collected Teng Lei's spatial pouch, then turned to the Yin Puppet Sect disciples glaring at him with hatred.
"If you miss Teng Lei that much… I'll send you to join him."
With that, Lin Fan's hands quickly formed a complex seal.
A massive blue palm condensed in front of him—then rapidly expanded to over a hundred meters wide like a falling sky.
BOOM BOOM BOOM!
The giant palm struck with thunderous force.
The Yin Puppet Sect disciples didn't even have time to scream before they were obliterated on the spot!
Everyone around the Martial Tablet watched in stunned silence, their hearts skipping a beat.
"Qing Tan, this seat is yours,"
Lin Fan said casually.
"Mm-hmm," Qing Tan replied sweetly, leaping forward and sitting in the seat that had belonged to Teng Lei.
"Now then… who's next?"
As Qing Tan took her place, Lin Fan's gaze slowly swept across the five major factions' remaining seats, his voice a low murmur.
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