Chapter 232: Taking the Initiative—Successive Slaughters!
Hiss!
The crowd watching couldn't help but suck in a cold breath.
In just a few moments, Luo Yi had been completely annihilated by Lin Fan—leaving no trace behind!
It was hard to believe.
That was Luo Yi—ranked sixth on the Sect's wanted list and a powerhouse at the Eighth-Stage Nirvana Realm!
Among the people present, those at the Eighth Nirvana level or above were few and far between.
Even Su Lei, the number two of the Demonic Marked Ones, and Xiao Tian the "Demon-Eroding Hand," had their pupils shrink in shock.
They were both confident they could defeat Luo Yi—maybe even kill him with difficulty—but to kill him as easily as Lin Fan just had? That was another level entirely.
Lin Fan's calm voice echoed through the sky, but no one dared respond.
Though most of those gathered were rough and vicious types, after witnessing Lin Fan's terrifying strength, even they felt a chill in their hearts—none dared meet his gaze.
Jiang Kun and the others were stunned, but their shock quickly turned into joy.
Ying Huanhuan's large eyes locked on Lin Fan, flickering with light, her thoughts unreadable.
"The Immortal Essence Seed is rare, sure... but Dao Sect isn't to be underestimated either. Besides, I owe a favor to Dao Sect's Senior Sister Ying Xiaoxiao. I'm out."
Suddenly, Xiao Tian spoke up from the crowd.
After speaking, he calmly withdrew—clearly deciding not to get involved.
Yuan Fang and the others breathed a sigh of relief.
Xiao Tian was ranked higher than Su Lei on the wanted list. His retreat took a huge weight off their shoulders.
With him backing off, others followed.
However, not everyone could suppress their greed. Many glanced toward Su Lei and the remaining Demonic Marked Ones.
Now that Luo Yi was dead and Xiao Tian had left, the strongest remaining were Su Lei and his subordinates.
Su Lei's expression was dark and shifting. Retreating now would be humiliating—but charging in could be suicidal.
After all, they'd just seen what happened to Luo Yi.
**"Heh… since when did Dao Sect start producing such impressive disciples? That little display might scare others, but it's useless against me—**Yao Ling."
A calm voice rang out across the sky.
On a nearby peak, a black figure slowly appeared—Yao Ling, leader of the Demonic Marked Ones, ranked fourth on the Sect's wanted list.
As he emerged, black robes billowing, a chilling aura quietly radiated from him.
"Yao Ling?!"
Shocked cries rang out across the sky.
This name carried weight in Bloodrock Grounds. A former Yuan Gate deacon turned fugitive, he was a Ninth-Stage Nirvana Realm cultivator—his strength feared by all.
Even Xiao Tian looked toward him with deep wariness.
"Boss!"
Su Lei and the others lit up with joy and flew to Yao Ling's side, throwing mocking glances at Lin Fan's group.
Ying Huanhuan, Yuan Fang, Jiang Kun, and the others turned pale at the sight.
They all knew Yao Ling's strength. With his cultivation and experience, barely anyone in Dao Sect's younger generation could match him.
"Lin Fan, was it? The Hundred Dynasties War champion, huh? Heh... Never thought this year's winner would end up in Dao Sect."
From atop the peak, Yao Ling tilted his head slightly, revealing a pale, sinister face under his cloak. His cold gaze locked onto Lin Fan.
Lin Fan said flatly, "Is that how you earned your rank here in Bloodrock Grounds? All talk? Luo Yi never shut up either—and look where that got him."
Whoosh!
Murmurs rippled through the crowd.
Lin Fan actually dared to speak like that to Yao Ling? He had guts, no doubt about it.
But he'd better be ready to suffer the consequences.
Yao Ling raised a hand and pulled back his hood, revealing a deathly pale face, sunken eyes sharp as blades, cutting through the air with their gaze.
"Heh… After all these years, you're the first to speak to me like that."
His chilling smile sent shivers down everyone's spines.
Lin Fan ignored him and turned to Ying Huanhuan. "Get the other Dao Sect disciples out of here."
She hesitated, then nodded. "Withdraw."
With a swift strike of her jade fingers on her emerald guqin, a gentle but mind-affecting soundwave swept out like a tide.
Though it lacked killing intent, it briefly stunned those who heard it.
In that moment, the dozens of Dao Sect disciples scattered like a swarm of locusts, vanishing into the forest.
Within seconds, only five remained: Lin Fan, Ying Huanhuan, Jiang Kun, Yuan Ling, and Yuan Fang.
"Heh, let's see what little trick you think you can pull."
Yao Ling's expression didn't change, but his tone held cold amusement.
"Be careful," Lin Fan said softly to the others.
Suddenly, flaming crimson wings appeared on his back, each feather wreathed in three different-colored flames.
WHOOOSH!
A searing gale burst forth, igniting a Yuan Power storm across the battlefield.
Before anyone could react, Lin Fan had already vanished—appearing in front of the Demonic Marked Ones.
Without warning, he swung the Immortal Essence Tree in a mighty arc.
BOOM!
A Demonic Marked One was smashed in the head—instant kill.
As his body burned to ashes under Vermilion Bird fire, Lin Fan had already moved to the next.
BOOM!
Another was obliterated on the spot.
"Bastard! You're dead!"
Yao Ling's calm shattered. He let out a furious roar.
Summoning his Yuan Power, a golden spear condensed in his hand, crackling with violent energy.
CRACKLE!
With a flash, Yao Ling shot forward like a bolt of lightning, golden spear exploding into countless piercing shadows.
He rained down destruction like a storm—aimed straight at Lin Fan!
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