Chapter 142: They Weren't Too Weak—Brother Lin Fan Is Just Too Strong!
Silence.
Utter, complete silence.
In that instant, everyone inside and outside the city gate fell dead silent.
Just moments ago, many people doubted Lin Fan. They didn't think he could defeat Li Sheng.
Even those who favored Lin Fan had only hoped he might manage a difficult, hard-fought victory.
But no one had expected that the battle would not only start fast—but end even faster.
With just one finger, Lin Fan had crushed Li Sheng, leaving not even a corpse behind!
It was simply unbelievable.
Then, after a moment of stillness, the crowd erupted.
"This… how is this possible?!"
"That was a peak Manifestation Stage expert! And he got crushed by a single finger!"
"Am I dreaming right now?"
"Could that Lin Fan already be in the Nirvana Stage?!"
…
The various geniuses from across the empires were all stunned—then overjoyed.
None of them had liked the Sacred Light Empire's tyranny. Now that someone had taken a stand, it felt incredibly satisfying.
On the other side, however, the remaining six Sacred Light disciples—led by Xia Huang—were in total panic.
Li Sheng had been the strongest among them. If he couldn't last a move, how could the rest of them possibly survive?
But Lin Fan stood there calmly, as if he had just swatted a fly.
He casually waved his hand, collected the glow-drum and Li Sheng's spatial pouch, then looked toward Xia Huang and the other five.
"You're next. Come at me."
All six visibly paled, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
Swallowing hard, Xia Huang tried to sound tough,
"Our senior brother is in Sun City. He's even stronger than Senior Li. Kill us now, and you'll face an enemy you can't resist!"
Lin Fan replied mildly,
"No worries. I'll send him down to keep you company."
Xia Huang realized there was no longer any room for negotiation.
He snarled,
"If you want to kill us, fine—but you'll pay dearly! Everyone, form the Sacred Light Formation!"
His five companions gritted their teeth and took their positions. Using Xia Huang as the core, they quickly formed a mystical array.
Power surged from all six of them, golden light connecting their bodies and stirring up the air with a wave of oppressive Yuan Power.
"Sacred Light Formation—Cleanse the World!"
Endless holy light gathered into a towering golden pillar, humming with purifying power that seemed capable of dissolving everything in its path.
"Go!"
Xia Huang roared, and the giant light pillar shot toward Lin Fan with terrifying force.
"Great Wilderness Imprisoning Heaven Finger—Imprison the World with One Strike!"
Lin Fan's eyes turned sharp. With one step forward, he pointed.
Behind him, a massive, ancient, desolate black finger pierced the sky like a divine spear, crashing down toward the light pillar.
The very atmosphere trembled. Winds howled. Dust surged.
The ground beneath cracked open with massive rifts spreading outward like a spiderweb.
A cataclysmic collision unfolded before the stunned crowd.
BOOM—
As the two mighty attacks met, a blinding light exploded in the air, visible for dozens of miles.
CRACK!
In less than a breath, the massive Sacred Light Pillar fractured under the weight of the black finger.
Then—BOOM!—it shattered entirely!
A shockwave of devastating energy surged across the city gates.
Even the thick stone walls shuddered under the impact.
In the next moment, as Xia Huang and the others watched in despair, the black finger crashed down on them.
BOOM BOOM BOOM…
All six Manifestation Stage cultivators of the Sacred Light Empire were instantly annihilated, their bodies reduced to bloody mist.
RUMBLE—
The ground beneath them collapsed, leaving a trench dozens of meters deep that stretched for hundreds of feet!
Everyone who witnessed it trembled.
Overwhelming strength. Ruthless decisiveness.
How could they not fear this man?
At that moment, all who watched swore to themselves—never provoke this terrifying Lin Fan!
"Too weak."
Lin Fan shook his head and muttered quietly.
Six peak Manifestation cultivators working together hadn't even forced him to use the second finger of the Great Wilderness Imprisoning Heaven Finger.
He was… slightly disappointed.
Lin Dong and the others finally approached. When they heard Lin Fan's remark, they almost stumbled.
Mo Ling gave a bitter smile.
"They were already very strong. If not for you, Brother Lin Fan, we probably would've had to give up our Nirvana Pills."
Du Yun nodded quickly.
"It's not that they were weak—it's that Brother Lin Fan is just too strong!"
"Brother Lin Fan's strength…" Man Shan added, "Not even the older generation in the Great Yan could stop you now."
Lin Dong only smiled, saying nothing.
He could have handled the Sacred Light people—but definitely not as effortlessly as Lin Fan had.
"Let's go. It's getting late. We should head inside and find a place to rest," Lin Fan said with a chuckle, changing the subject.
He didn't forget to collect the six fallen disciples' spatial pouches.
Mo Ling offered, "Those Sacred Light guys mentioned having a powerful senior brother in Sun City. Should we look into him?"
"Good idea. Know thy enemy," Lin Fan nodded.
He already knew who it was, but it didn't hurt to let Mo Ling feel useful.
Du Yun asked, "Should we start charging Nirvana Pills like the Sacred Light Empire did?"
That made Mo Ling, Lin Dong, and Man Shan all look at Lin Fan.
Others nearby had overheard too, and their expressions turned tense.
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