Chapter 110: You Say I'm Arrogant? Then I'll Show You Arrogance!
As Lin Fan's gaze swept over them, the representatives of the five major factions couldn't help but tense up.
Especially Wu Ci and Mu Qianqian—they both felt inferior in strength and lacked the backing to withstand Lin Fan.
Wu Ci, who was normally aggressive by nature, felt his scalp tingle.
Around the Martial Tablet of Fortune, those from the smaller factions looked on with admiration.
Just one glance from Lin Fan was enough to shake the five great powers—how could they not be impressed?
To them, Lin Fan was nothing short of an idol!
"Miss Huangfu,"
Lin Fan's gaze suddenly landed on Huangfu Jing.
"Master Lin Fan, our Huangfu Clan has never offended you. What do you mean by this?"
A Huangfu elder's expression shifted as he spoke in a low tone.
Huangfu Jing, on the other hand, took a deep breath, silently preparing to face Lin Fan in battle.
The others from the four great clans all breathed a sigh of relief.
Even Wang Zhong from the Wang Clan hoped not to be targeted by Lin Fan.
Because once you caught his attention… the best-case scenario would be ending up like Lin Langtian—disgraced and humiliated.
"Ahem, don't misunderstand,"
Lin Fan coughed lightly. "I just saw you and suddenly thought of Miss Ling Qingzhu. Any word of her lately?"
The Huangfu elder relaxed noticeably upon hearing that.
Huangfu Jing retracted her aura and calmly replied,
"After the ancient tomb event, Sister Qingzhu returned to her sect. We haven't been in contact since."
"I see. Then I wish you success in comprehending your chosen martial art,"
Lin Fan nodded and moved his gaze away from her.
Only then did Huangfu Jing and her clan fully relax.
Lin Fan's gaze swept over the remaining factions until it landed on Wang Zhong.
"This seat is mine now," he said plainly.
The moment Lin Fan fixed his sights on Wang Zhong, both Qin Shi, Mu Qianqian, and Wu Ci finally relaxed.
Wang Zhong's face turned ashen. His fists clenched tightly, and for a moment, he truly wanted to fight Lin Fan to the death.
But the memory of Lin Fan casually overpowering Lin Langtian kept him in check.
He took a deep breath and slowly rose from the cushion.
"I hope you keep this arrogance of yours till the end."
"You say I'm arrogant? Then I'll show you arrogance!"
Lin Fan's eyes flickered with cold light and he sneered.
"Originally, if you had quietly stepped aside like Lin Langtian and taken a seat in the back, I wouldn't have bothered with you."
"But now, I've changed my mind. The Wang Clan will not occupy even a single seat!"
The faces of the Wang Clan members instantly darkened.
The elder leading the group, Wang Tong, stepped forward angrily and shouted,
"Lin Fan, you're out of control! Are you really declaring all-out war with the Wang Clan?"
"Haven't we already been enemies? If you're not satisfied, then come at me," Lin Fan replied coldly.
Wang Tong's face twisted with rage. He turned toward the Lin Clan's elders and barked,
"Are you really going to sit back and let this brat run wild? If you won't stop him, I'll report this directly to the clan head when I return!"
The white-haired elder of the Lin Clan responded indifferently,
"You're free to do as you wish."
The Lin and Wang Clans never had a good relationship to begin with.
In terms of strength, the Lin Clan wasn't afraid of the Wang Clan either.
And with Lin Fan's current power, even if they wanted to stop him, they didn't have the ability—so why stick their necks out?
Wang Tong's face turned even darker. He shouted furiously,
"All of you, follow my command! Take down this arrogant fool who dares oppose the Wang Clan!"
"Yes, sir!"
As his words rang out, a surge of powerful Yuan Power erupted from the Wang Clan's experts, shaking the entire sky.
Wang Zhong remained silent, but a blood-red, vicious-looking spear appeared in his hand.
"The Blood Demon Asura Spear!"
The white-haired elder's expression changed when he saw it.
"That spear was granted by a super sect to a Wang Clan ancestor. It's a Heaven-grade spirit weapon, infused with bloodlust and home to a weapon spirit twisted into a blood soul. It's dangerously violent."
Lin Ke'er's face also shifted slightly—she couldn't help but worry for Lin Fan.
The entire square grew tense.
The strength of the Wang Clan truly lived up to their reputation as one of the Four Great Clans—unreachable for the average faction.
"Can that Lin Fan really fight all of them alone?"
Many people looked at Lin Fan with complicated expressions, whispering to each other.
But Lin Fan showed no fear.
He raised his hand, and the Thunder Sword, a Heaven-grade spirit weapon, appeared in his grasp.
He was very familiar with the Blood Demon Asura Spear and knew how dangerous it was.
Even a lion uses full strength to hunt a rabbit—he wouldn't let his guard down.
"In the face of absolute power, numbers mean nothing. From this point on, your lives are your own responsibility."
Lin Fan chuckled, Yuan Power surging into his palm as purple lightning began crackling around the Thunder Sword.
"Fivefold Thunderclap!"
With a low shout, Lin Fan slashed toward the Wang Clan!
RUMBLE—!
As everyone watched in shock, a massive swath of purple lightning exploded into the sky, spanning hundreds of meters.
With a wave of Lin Fan's sword, the sea of lightning came crashing down on the Wang Clan!
"AAAAAHHH—!"
Agonizing screams echoed almost instantly as lightning engulfed the group.
Only Wang Zhong managed to hold on for a moment.
His eyes turned blood-red as he surged forward in a flash of crimson light.
His spear swung like lightning itself, unleashing a storm of deadly strikes at Lin Fan.
He knew his only chance was the Blood Demon Asura Spear—if he could land one blow, Lin Fan's thunder might dissipate.
Unfortunately, he had overestimated both the spear and himself.
ZZZTTTT—!
The spear howled in pain under the purple lightning, the blood-red glow fading fast.
Wang Zhong, meanwhile, was charred black from the lightning strikes.
By the time he reached Lin Fan, he had lost all strength. The spear let out a final screech and flew from his hand, trying to escape.
"Got you."
Lin Fan's eyes lit up. With a quick move, he seized the spear midair and forced it into his system space despite its struggling.
As the last of the lightning faded, not a single Wang Clan member remained standing—
only Wang Zhong, barely alive and severely burned.
Terrifying.
That was the only word that came to mind as everyone in the plaza watched in stunned silence.
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