Chapter 386: I Want to Kill You—It's None of Your Business!
"AHHH!"
A blood-curdling scream tore through the pavilion as Huang Ling let out his final cry of agony.
"Lin Fan, you've gone too far!"
A furious voice suddenly rang out in the distance.
Before the echo even faded, a terrifying blast of energy shot toward Lin Fan's back, fast as lightning and aimed precisely at his vital point.
But Lin Fan's expression remained cold and composed. With a casual wave of his left hand, a flash of red light dispersed the incoming attack effortlessly. At the same time, he clenched his right hand—
BOOM!
Huang Ling's body exploded into a mist of blood, vanishing from the world.
Lin Fan calmly reached out and collected Huang Ling's qiankun pouch, then slowly turned toward the source of the voice.
There, seated on a railing, was a man in brown robes with a wine jug in hand. His face had turned deathly pale, and deep fear flickered in his eyes.
The pavilion fell into dead silence.
Then—
"What just happened?!"
"Wasn't Huang Ling a top-ten on the Rising Star Ranking? He got blown up just like that?!"
"So the rumors were true. Lin Fan, ranked fourth, really is this terrifying!"
"And he's just as ruthless as the stories say…"
"Even Qingteng, who was ranked fifth, couldn't save him! Those two already had bad blood over the rankings—looks like another storm's coming!"
Amidst the shock, Lin Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked toward the man on the railing.
"Get down here, Qingteng."
The crowd sucked in a collective breath.
"He just killed Huang Ling… and now he's picking a fight with Qingteng?"
Qingteng's face turned even darker.
"You've got nerve, Lin Fan. Killing Huang Ling was one thing. But you think I'm like him?"
As his voice dropped, a storm-like wave of Yuan Power exploded from his body.
"Arrogance comes at a price!"
His voice was icy cold.
WHOOSH!
In the blink of an eye, Qingteng vanished from the railing—and appeared behind Lin Fan!
BOOM!
A fierce palm strike, packed with violent power, smashed toward Lin Fan's back.
SHHH!
But it hit nothing.
Lin Fan's afterimage dispersed like mist.
A moment later, his real body reappeared—right in front of Qingteng.
His hands flicked, and the space around him twisted violently.
Countless silver spatial blades condensed from pure space energy, cascading down upon Qingteng like a silvery rainstorm.
Behind the radiant brilliance, however, was lethal danger.
Sensing the deadly power within those blades, Qingteng's face changed drastically. Yuan Power surged from his body as he tried to escape—
"Freeze."
Lin Fan's fingers twisted, and he softly whispered two syllables.
Time seemed to stop.
Qingteng's body froze in midair, completely immobilized—trapped between time and space.
SHHHH!
In that instant, dozens of silver blades slashed through him.
"AAAAHHHH!!"
His scream echoed throughout the pavilion, filled with unspeakable agony.
His body was shredded into countless bloody pieces, and even his soul was obliterated—disintegrated on the spot.
Qingteng—ranked fifth on the Rising Star Ranking—was dead!
"HISS!"
The entire crowd gasped in horror, staring at Lin Fan with dread and awe.
In just moments, he had killed two elite cultivators—Huang Ling and Qingteng—each with one move!
"He's a monster…"
"Can even the top three on the ranking do what he just did?"
"And what was that terrifying move? Qingteng froze like he was trapped in space…"
"Must be spirit power! According to Heavenly Secret Tower, Lin Fan is likely a Peak Symbol Master!"
"The Thunder Battle hasn't even started yet, and two top contenders are already dead… this competition is getting dangerous."
"Lin Fan… he's like a reaper. We absolutely can't provoke him!"
Not far away, Chen Qing of Ice Soul Sect and Li Lin of Sky Shark Sect, both originally close to Huang Ling, had been ready to step in and support him.
But they were a step too late.
Before they could move, Huang Ling and Qingteng were both dead.
The two glanced at each other, hearts pounding, cold sweat pouring down their backs.
Thank the heavens they didn't act sooner…
If Qingteng, ranked fifth, couldn't survive a single move from Lin Fan, what chance did they—ranked eighth and ninth—have?
Not even ashes would've remained.
At the table, Gu Mengqi and Gu Yan were stunned by how decisively Lin Fan struck.
To them, Death Profound Realm experts were unbeatable titans, yet Lin Fan had annihilated two of them in an instant.
It wasn't that those experts were weak—Lin Fan was just too strong.
In only a few months, he had grown even more terrifying than when they last met on Martial Gathering Island.
Lin Dong and Mu Lingshan were far less surprised. They had long grown used to Lin Fan's terrifying strength.
While everyone was still in shock, Lin Fan suddenly turned to a shadowy corner of the pavilion.
There, stood a familiar figure—Wei Zhen, from the Wei Clan of the Heavenly Wind Sea Region.
Wei Zhen had planned to use Huang Ling and the others to exact revenge on Lin Fan for what happened during the martial gathering.
But now, seeing not only Huang Ling but also Qingteng slaughtered, he was terrified.
He was drenched in cold sweat, his limbs trembling.
The moment he noticed Lin Fan looking his way, he collapsed to his knees.
"Brother Lin Fan… I-It had nothing to do with me…"
Everyone turned toward him, eyes filled with contempt.
Even those standing near him quickly backed away, fearful of getting caught up in what was coming next.
"I want to kill you. What does it matter if it's your business or not?"
Lin Fan said with a chilling smile.
He clenched his hand.
The space around them twisted violently.
A giant space blade, hundreds of meters long, condensed above Wei Zhen—
—and slashed down without mercy.
BOOM!
Wei Zhen's body was shredded to pieces, vanishing into dust.
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