Chapter 464: Crisis at the Great Yan Dynasty!
"This senior… do you know Lan Ying?"
The woman called Aunt Mo asked cautiously. Despite Lin Fan's youthful appearance, the overwhelming pressure he exuded made it impossible for her to circulate even a trace of yuan power.
"You… you're Lin Fan?!"
Beside her, Lan Ying had been trying to recall his identity. Suddenly, her expression changed drastically, and she blurted out in shock. Her beautiful face was filled with disbelief.
"Lin Fan? Which Lin Fan?" Aunt Mo asked, clearly confused.
"He's the Lin Fan from Dao Sect! Three years ago in the City of Annihilation, he nearly killed Yuan Zi, the leader of Yuan Gate! He also came out of the Hundred Empire War with us!" Lan Ying said hurriedly.
"Lin Fan… from Dao Sect!"
When Aunt Mo heard that, she instantly recalled everything—her face turning pale in disbelief.
"Heh, so Lan Ying still remembers me," Lin Fan said with a faint smile.
The two sides briefly caught up, exchanging a few words.
Suddenly, a large group of enemies surged from behind Lan Ying's group. Powerful auras swept across the sky—Yuan Gate's reinforcements.
Lan Ying and Aunt Mo immediately noticed the threat. Their faces turned tense.
"It's Yuan Gate," Xiao Diao said coldly, his handsome face now laced with killing intent.
"Kill them all," Lin Fan said calmly.
"Yes!"
Without hesitation, Sky Dragon and the others moved out—vanishing in an instant.
Moments later, blood-curdling screams echoed from the rear.
Lan Ying and her companions looked back just in time to see the formidable Yuan Gate cultivators—ones even Aunt Mo couldn't defeat—slaughtered like pigs, without the chance to resist.
Whoosh!
In less than a minute, Sky Dragon reappeared behind Lin Fan. His robes were spotless, not a single drop of blood on him.
But the murderous aura radiating from him made everyone behind Lan Ying tremble in silence, their expressions filled with awe.
Aunt Mo and Lan Ying exchanged glances and swallowed hard. They knew clearly—among those Yuan Gate reinforcements had been three experts at the mid-Death Profound Stage!
Compared to Yuan Gate's forces, these were the real harbingers of death.
Still, remembering their kin who had been slain by Yuan Gate, their fear slowly turned into satisfaction.
"Lin Fan… thank you for saving us," Lan Ying said, her hands tightly clenched, her cheeks flushed with emotion.
"Yuan Gate is my enemy as well," Lin Fan replied with a faint smile. Then he asked, "Lan Ying, do you know exactly where we are in the Eastern Xuan Region?"
"This is the southern part of the region, at the border between the Immortal Dynasty and the Beishan Dynasty… but the Immortal Dynasty has already been destroyed by Yuan Gate," Lan Ying replied with a heavy heart.
She paused, then her eyes widened. "Lin Fan, weren't you from the Great Yan Dynasty?"
"Yeah." Lin Fan nodded. "Do you have any news of it?"
"You need to hurry back!" Lan Ying said urgently. "The Great Yan Dynasty has been under siege by several Yuan Gate-loyal dynasties for the past three months. They've been pushed back to the capital. All the major clans have gathered there—if the capital falls, it'll be a massacre!"
As her voice faded, a chilling aura engulfed the entire sky.
Behind Lin Fan, Lin Dong's calm expression twisted into something fierce. A surge of killing intent soared into the heavens.
Those near him—Lan Ying included—turned pale and stumbled back under the suffocating pressure.
"Calm down." Lin Fan patted Lin Dong's shoulder, his voice low and steady.
Lin Dong took a deep breath, suppressing his rage. The ferocity faded from his face, but his eyes remained icy cold.
"Lan Ying, can you guide us? We must head to the Great Yan Dynasty immediately," Lin Dong said, his tone anxious.
Lan Ying glanced at the royal survivors behind her, then nodded firmly.
"Don't worry," Lin Fan added. "I'll have someone escort your people to safety."
"Thank you," Lan Ying exhaled in relief, then turned to Aunt Mo. "Aunt Mo, I'll go with Lin Fan's group to the Great Yan Dynasty. Please see our people to safety."
Aunt Mo nodded. She had no objections—this was a great opportunity for Lan Ying to build a strong relationship with Lin Fan and his allies.
Lin Fan turned to the group and after a moment of thought, said, "Zhou Yi, Zhou Li—you two escort them to safety."
"Yes," the brothers answered at once.
"Let's go, Lan Ying," Lin Fan said calmly.
Aunt Mo glanced at Zhou Yi and Zhou Li, and couldn't help but feel a surge of awe.
She could sense that these two were at least as strong as the palace master of Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace.
And yet they obeyed Lin Fan without question.
Moreover, Lin Fan was surrounded by six or seven powerhouses of similar caliber!
What kind of terrifying force has he built…?
"Three years ago, he was just a Dao Sect disciple," she thought in awe. "Now, with this lineup, he might be able to crush Yuan Gate outright!"
She remembered hearing about the three-year agreement between Lin Fan and Yuan Gate.
I really want to see what expression Yuan Gate's leaders will wear when Lin Fan comes knocking.
"Move out," Lin Fan commanded, striding forward with Lan Ying.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Lin Dong, Xiao Diao, Xiao Yan, and the rest followed closely behind. The Tiger Devourer Army lifted off in perfect formation, like a vast black cloud trailing with unstoppable momentum.
Back when the four brothers had first traveled to the Ancient Battlefield, it had been by teleportation array—and they hadn't learned how to return to the Great Yan Dynasty.
But with Lan Ying guiding the way, there was no need to worry.
As they rushed ahead, Lan Ying took the opportunity to explain the changes that had taken place in the Eastern Xuan Region over the past few years. Her words gave Lin Fan and the others a clearer picture of the chaos wrought by Yuan Gate.
Even as they talked, their speed didn't slow.
In just half a day, they crossed through several territories and entered the war-torn borders of the Great Yan Dynasty.
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