Chapter 192: Low-Tier Dynasties Aren't Easy Targets!
The figure that crashed to the ground was none other than Man Shan, who had come from the Great Flame Dynasty alongside Lin Fan.
Lin Fan stepped forward and helped him up, steadying his stance.
[Ding! You touched Man Shan and obtained: One Immortal Origin Fruit!]
At the same time, the system's delightful voice echoed in Lin Fan's mind once again.
Not bad—this little detour wasn't for nothing.
Hearing the reward, Lin Fan felt a flash of joy.
He had already experienced the power of an Immortal Origin Fruit. It was indeed exceptional.
"Thank you, brother... Wait, Lin Fan? It's you!"
Man Shan had just turned to thank his helper when he saw Lin Fan and immediately lit up with joy.
Lin Fan smiled faintly.
"We just happened to be passing through and sensed your group's presence. What's going on here?"
At the same time, Mo Ling and Du Yun rushed over with excitement on their faces.
"Brother Lin Fan!"
Lin Fan nodded to them.
"Let's hear what happened."
Mo Ling let out a bitter smile.
"It's the usual—people trying to rob Nirvana Seals.
Unfortunately, we were their target."
Lin Fan glanced at the three of them.
"You're all at the Three Yuan Nirvana stage.
The guy Man Shan was fighting earlier was at the same level—shouldn't you be evenly matched?"
Du Yun clenched his fists and said indignantly,
"They're backed by a super dynasty. The guy Man Shan lost to was helped from the shadows by one of their experts."
"Oh? Reinforcements?"
The black-clad man who had been fighting Man Shan smirked.
He shouted loudly, drawing even more attention.
The surrounding crowd looked over curiously.
Lin Fan ignored the sarcasm and simply patted the three on the shoulders, then looked calmly at the super dynasty's people across the square.
"Whatever happens next, I'll handle it.
So—do you dare go take their Nirvana Seals?"
[Ding! You touched Mo Ling and obtained: Top-tier Musical Talent!]
[Ding! You touched Du Yun and obtained: Three Million Nirvana Pills!]
Lin Fan heard the system rewards and chuckled inwardly.
A bit average, but still useful.
Mo Ling, Man Shan, and Du Yun paused in shock—
Then nodded hard.
"You're the boss. We'll follow your lead!"
Just then, Lin Dong and the others arrived, and after a quick reunion, Lin Fan said to the three,
"Go show them that even low-tier dynasties aren't to be bullied!"
"Low-tier dynasty?"
Lin Fan hadn't lowered his voice. Many bystanders heard him clearly.
Immediately, the crowd's expressions grew strange as they looked toward him.
They had wondered who these people were, speaking so boldly—
To find out they were from a low-tier dynasty?
How had they even made it this far into the core region?
And yet, under the scrutiny of countless eyes, Mo Ling's group didn't flinch.
They nodded with resolve and turned back toward the enemy camp, murderous intent in their eyes.
"Oh? Getting brave, huh?"
The black-clad men under the massive tree across the plaza sneered.
They had been watching from the beginning. When Mo Ling's group turned back, they couldn't help but mock them.
"You're going to regret this,"
one of them said coldly, glaring at Lin Fan.
Lin Fan smiled casually.
"Don't like it? Come at me."
"Hold on,"
another black-robed youth said, his gaze sharp as a blade. A sinister grin spread across his face.
"Li Kun, since they want to test our Great Sheng Dynasty's strength, give them a taste."
The black-robed youth twirled his fingers, a cold light dancing at his fingertips.
"Yes, sir!"
Li Kun stepped forward, his expression fierce.
"You had your chance. Now you'll die for refusing it!"
BOOM!
Before Li Kun's threats could land, Mo Ling's group released their full strength—
Their powerful auras exploding outward.
Their sudden display of force made Li Kun's group blink in surprise.
They hadn't expected Mo Ling's trio to be this strong!
"Kill them. No need to hold back!"
Li Kun snarled.
Behind him, four powerful figures from the Great Sheng Dynasty lunged into battle.
Mo Ling and the others didn't hesitate—charging in to meet them head-on.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The square erupted in chaos as figures clashed like lightning, martial techniques colliding with booming force.
The crowd watched with surprise.
They hadn't expected these underdogs to fight back so hard.
"These three have improved a lot..."
Xiao Diao murmured with a grin.
"They've all received sect legacies. That makes up for a lot of foundational gaps,"
Lin Dong nodded.
Lin Fan just smiled calmly.
To him, their improvement was barely noteworthy.
Before long, the battle ended.
The four Great Sheng Dynasty cultivators were sent flying by Mo Ling's group—beaten badly.
Mo Ling's team quickly seized their Nirvana Seals.
"Useless trash!"
Li Kun's face darkened.
Just as he prepared to retaliate, Mo Ling suddenly burst forward—
And punched him so hard that he was blown away!
"ENOUGH!"
A cold, aged voice rang out.
A white-haired man under the tree stepped forward with a face like thunder.
"Even a beast from my Great Sheng Dynasty holds more value than you mongrels.
Let me show you what real power is!"
As terrifying energy gathered in his hand, Mo Ling's face paled.
SLAP!
But before he could strike—
A yuan power palm appeared out of thin air and slapped him across the face.
CRASH!
The old man flew back, spitting blood and losing a mouthful of teeth!
"That's it?"
Lin Fan lowered his hand with a dismissive wave, looking at the Great Sheng Dynasty members with open disdain.
WHOOSH!
The crowd gasped in unison.
The Great Sheng Dynasty's cultivators were livid, their expressions turning a deathly shade of pale.
They stood up, eyes locked on Lin Fan, full of murderous intent.
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