Chapter 253: Yuan Gate Strikes, Two Instantly Killed!
In the span of a breath, three figures appeared in midair above Devil Sound Mountain.
At the forefront stood an elderly man dressed in a brown robe. Behind him were two young men in black-and-white robes, handsome in appearance, with a haughty look in their eyes.
These three were precisely the Yuan Gate members who had arrived at Devil Sound Mountain from another direction around the same time as Lin Fan's group.
"Elder Jiang, you're finally here!"
From the rear, the bloodied and battered Golden Ghost Owl—having just taken a blow from Little Marten—forced himself skyward to stand beside the brown-robed elder.
"Elder Jiang, that guy has strength at the Major Completion stage of the Profound Life Realm, similar to you. If we join forces, we can definitely kill him!"
The elder known as Jiang narrowed his eyes, a trace of coldness flickering within them. But a smile of approval rose on his face as he said, "This old man arrived a bit late this time. That's why Devil Sound Mountain suffered such a heavy loss. Fortunately, these villains didn't get away. Let's take them down together."
Ying Huanhuan glanced at the unfolding scene, her expression growing tense. The three newcomers were clearly formidable, especially the elder—undoubtedly a Profound Life Realm expert.
Among them, only Little Marten seemed capable of contending with someone at that level.
"Shen Yun, Xia Yan. You two deal with the four of them," Elder Jiang said coldly after sweeping his gaze over Lin Fan and the others.
"Don't worry, Uncle Jiang," the two black-and-white-robed men responded with sinister smiles.
As they spoke, Shen Yun instantly flashed toward Lin Fan and Ying Huanhuan, while Xia Yan headed for Lin Dong and Little Flame.
Meanwhile, Elder Jiang joined forces with the Golden Ghost Owl to battle Little Marten.
Ying Huanhuan eyed the white-robed man opposite her and cautiously asked, "Who are you people?"
"No need to be afraid, young lady. I'm Shen Yun of Yuan Gate, one of the Eight Spirit Generals," the man said with a smile.
"Yuan Gate?"
The moment she heard those words, the chill in Ying Huanhuan's eyes turned to icy coldness. She sneered, "So, a dog from Yuan Gate. I don't have time for your nonsense. Get lost."
"Heh, little beauty, that's no way to speak."
Shen Yun was briefly stunned by her sudden hostility, but quickly smirked with a hint of lechery.
As his voice fell, he moved like a ghost toward Ying Huanhuan, reaching out to lift her chin with his hand.
"Freeze!"
At that moment, Lin Fan's hand formed a seal, his lips moving slightly. A faint sound emerged.
And at the exact moment that sound rang out, Shen Yun's outstretched hand abruptly froze. His entire body was paralyzed, as if turned into a clay statue!
Shing!
A golden, gleaming dagger appeared out of thin air and instantly shot toward Shen Yun's throat!
The freeze lasted for only two breaths, but it was enough. By the time Shen Yun broke free, a wave of horror surged in his eyes—he had no time to react.
Shlick!
The golden dagger easily pierced through his protective nascent spirit barrier and stabbed straight through his throat!
In an instant, Shen Yun's body went limp. All signs of life faded, his expression frozen in shock.
Thud!
His corpse fell backward with a soft sound, the terror in his eyes lingering even in death.
It had all happened too fast. Ying Huanhuan, who had just been about to strike with her Phoenix Zither, froze mid-motion, her fingers still resting on the strings.
"You... you actually killed him?"
She hugged the Phoenix Zither tightly, staring at Lin Fan in shock.
"That guy tried to take liberties with you. If I didn't kill him, what if you ran off to tattle again?" Lin Fan shrugged playfully.
"Killing him... that works too. The sect tournament is near. Losing a Spirit General will be a real blow to Yuan Gate," Ying Huanhuan muttered thoughtfully.
"Not just one—two. And we'll throw in a bonus elder while we're at it."
Lin Fan chuckled, then glanced at her stunned expression. "Since we're doing this, we need to be clean about it. If Yuan Gate finds out, it could be trouble."
Ying Huanhuan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
She might not have acted so decisively, but she understood Lin Fan's approach was the most effective.
"Take care of yourself. I'm going to help finish off the other two."
Lin Fan gave her a quick reminder, then shot off toward Lin Dong and Little Flame.
As he moved, he spread his fingers wide, releasing a suction force that pulled Shen Yun's corpse into his palm. Then he hurled it toward Yuan Gate's Xia Yan.
"Elder Jiang... Shen Yun... he's dead!"
Xia Yan instinctively struck at the incoming object, only to blast the corpse into pieces. But when he recognized it, his face contorted in shock.
The brown-robed elder, locked in battle, heard the cry and quickly turned his gaze. What he saw was Shen Yun's shattered remains.
"You dare kill a disciple of Yuan Gate?" Elder Jiang turned abruptly toward Lin Fan, his face dark and twisted.
"Not just a disciple. You, too, won't be walking away today," Lin Fan replied calmly.
"Boy, once this gets back to Yuan Gate, you're dead!"
Xia Yan snarled, his tone vicious but clearly masking fear.
"You're the one who's going to die right now."
As his words fell, a thunderous roar erupted behind Xia Yan, like a tiger's howl splitting the sky.
Startled, Xia Yan spun around—only to see Little Flame's body rapidly morphing into a massive black tiger. Blazing black light burst forth from him, suffused with overwhelming bloodlust.
"A Heaven Demon Tiger?!"
Xia Yan's pupils shrank in horror as he recognized the creature and the strange markings on its body.
"Heaven Demon Transformation—Tiger Ancestor's Starshatter Palm!"
With a deep roar, the black tiger slammed its paw forward.
The black light beneath its claws formed countless whirling vortexes, as if tearing open ancient space. A terrifying, ancient power surged forth.
"Golden Mountain Divine Codex—Golden Mountain Suppresses the Heavens!"
Xia Yan's expression changed drastically. All his Yuan Power exploded out in an attempt to block the blow.
"Freeze!"
Not far away, Lin Fan once again activated the power of the Stasis Talisman.
Xia Yan's body stiffened in midair. Even his erupting Yuan Power halted, as if frozen in a painting.
Boom!
The tiger's paw crashed directly into Xia Yan's chest.
Bang!
His body exploded into a bloody mist with a deafening blast!
After slaying Xia Yan, the black tiger shimmered and transformed back into human form. Little Flame grinned wickedly, his face twisted with a terrifying, almost demonic savagery.
"Vicious... too vicious!"
Elder Jiang's eyes bulged as he watched Xia Yan's gruesome death. His face contorted with rage and hatred.
"You will regret this! Yuan Gate's fury will make you all regret it!"
"You old rat, don't worry. Not a word of what happened here will get out," Little Marten replied with a cold smile.
"I admit I misjudged my opponent. But if I want to leave, do you really think you can stop me?"
Elder Jiang laughed angrily. Then he began to channel his Yuan Power, preparing to escape.
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