In that instant, the eight assailants exchanged glances. Dense runes filled the void, erupting in boundless divine light, enveloping Lin Fan in a grand formation that sealed off all escape.
Yet Lin Fan remained serene, his steps steady, each one resounding with growing force, like a million war drums thundering in unison. A hazy glow cloaked his body, yin and yang intertwining, forming an immortal divine disc—faint yet tangible—that obliterated every rune branded in the void.
"What is this?!"
As one attacker froze in shock, Lin Fan took a single step, transforming into a streak of golden light. In an instant, he was before the man, raising a palm like a heavenly blade, slashing down with force.
Crack!
Under the horrified gazes of the others, a head tumbled, hot blood spraying across the sky.
It was too swift, too sudden—no one could react.
"Kill him! Don't give him a chance!" the bearded man roared, snapping back to his senses.
In a flash, he summoned a great bow, loosing a feathered arrow wreathed in terrifying flames, blazing fiercely, its power dreadful.
This was no ordinary treasure bow—it could harness the fire elements of heaven and earth to slay foes.
The arrow aimed straight for Lin Fan's brow, a lethal strike meant to kill without mercy, abandoning any thought of extorting techniques.
The bearded man knew this child hailed from a great power. If Lin Fan survived, their doom—and that of their clans—would be certain.
Whoosh!
Flames surged like a tidal wave, roaring as they swept forward.
Yet Lin Fan didn't dodge. He stood firm, the divine disc behind him sharpening into clarity. Black and white qi spiraled, as if re-creating the heavens and earth, an eerie spectacle.
As the arrow entered this "domain," its speed plummeted, nearly stalling. Its divine flames extinguished, runes faded, and it dissolved into a shower of light.
"What?!" The bearded man gaped, incredulous. His vaunted arrow, his pride, had been nullified without touching Lin Fan's robes—an unthinkable feat.
Unconvinced, he refused to yield. If one arrow failed, he'd fire more.
Leaping into the air, he drew his bow repeatedly, the void blooming with radiant, multicolored bursts, dazzling and brilliant.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three arrows shot forth, not only blazing with fire but crackling with thunder, lightning raining down, their might so formidable that onlookers grew solemn.
"This man's no weakling. With such a potent artifact, he could rival the Engravement Realm. That kid's in danger," the bronze-skinned man remarked.
"I wouldn't be so sure," the Ninth Princess countered, her eyes fixed on the small figure, lost in thought.
At that moment, the other ambushers struck, unleashing their artifacts and techniques in unison.
Runes wove together, radiant light blazing, as if a galaxy had descended, its killing intent overwhelming, flooding the alley and sinking the street.
Boom!
Lin Fan moved. His singular Cave Heaven fully unfurled, enveloping him like a god or demon birthing the cosmos, sacred and inviolable.
"Break!" the attackers shouted, their assault artifacts erupting in a barrage, the area exploding in blinding runes aimed at their foe.
But to their shock, every artifact and arrow seemed caught in a vortex, frozen mid-air within that "domain," unable to reach him.
Their runes were erased, their treasures reduced to mundane objects, snapping into pieces and falling as worthless scrap.
"Is this… immunity to all techniques?" someone gasped, heart pounding, unable to discern whether it was a Cave Heaven or a supreme protective aura.
"If it's a Cave Heaven, how can there be just one, and so extraordinary?" Yue Chan murmured, standing gracefully, her mind swirling with doubts.
There's so much I don't know about him, she thought. His whole being is a riddle, begging to be unraveled.
"Ah…!"
Two screams pierced the alley, chilling as midwinter's frost, sending shivers through all, their bodies trembling in fear.
Two Spirit Transformation Realm cultivators fell in an instant—one's body pierced and shattered, another torn in half by hand, blood and viscera spilling across the ground, a gruesome sight.
"Such a powerful physique! He can crush foes without techniques," Shi Zi Teng, watching from the shadows, marveled, a deep wariness rising within.
Compared to his son Yi'er, hailed as a divine prodigy, this boy was no less remarkable—achieving Spirit Transformation at nine was beyond Yi'er's reach.
"Everyone, attack! Or we all die here!" the bearded man bellowed, rallying the others to charge while he advanced a few steps—then abruptly turned to strike at Yue Chan.
"Despicable!" Yue Chan spat, her jade-like face flashing with indignation. Unable to beat the kid, he targets me? Shameless!
"Little girl, since you're with him, I'll just have to take you hostage," the bearded man sneered, cunningly shifting targets. He sensed her aura was weaker, likely below Spirit Transformation, no match for him.
To his surprise, the delicate girl showed no panic. She stood calmly, making no move to defend herself.
"Heh, giving up because you know you can't win?" he mocked, reaching for her.
"Your opponent is me!"
A voice like thunder exploded. Lin Fan, faster than the man, appeared before Yue Chan, delivering a horizontal kick that shook the air with gale-force winds.
Boom!
The bearded man felt as if a dozen mountains had crushed him at once. He was hurled hundreds of meters, his body nearly bursting.
Pfft… "Such terrifying strength!" He struggled to rise, spitting blood and fragments of flesh.
Glancing around, he froze in horror. His comrades lay strewn across the ground, their broken bodies scattered, a ghastly scene.
"Run!"
Escape was his only thought. He fled, no longer daring to fight.
"He's getting away. Aren't you going to chase him?" Yue Chan asked, pointing.
"No rush. Let him fly a bit—let him taste despair!"
Lin Fan took a step. Despite the hundred-zhang distance, it felt as if they were inches apart. In a blink, he overtook the man.
"Shrinking Earth to an Inch, the long-lost human race's supreme speed technique!" the bronze-skinned man in the pavilion muttered, his eyes narrowing, unable to hide his shock.
"Spare… me!" the bearded man pleaded, terror-stricken, facing this young Supreme. No wonder these kids strutted so boldly, unguarded—they don't need protection…
Lin Fan regarded him coldly, as if staring at a corpse. He wasn't one to show mercy. Even if this man posed no threat, he left no loose ends.
"Die!"
A single word, laced with killing intent. His golden fist surged, its force overwhelming, shattering the man in an instant, blood raining over the capital's sky.
"So… so strong!" Hidden onlookers gasped, dumbfounded.
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