Chapter 288: Shocking the World, The Tournament Ends!
Although the battlefield was not strewn with corpses nor rivers of blood, an indescribable chill still spread from the shattered grounds, seeping into everyone's feet and climbing up their spines.
This guy... is terrifying!
All gazes were locked onto the young man floating in the sky, their scalps tingling uncontrollably.
This Sect Competition had seen many great battles, just like the ones before it, but never—not once—had an entire sect's elite disciples been completely wiped out.
Such a result required not only ruthless determination but also unfathomable strength.
Even Dao Sect's legendary genius Zhou Tong hadn't reached this level of dominance during his time.
Yet now, Lin Fan had done it.
"This time... Yuan Gate might really lose its mind."
Wu Qun took a deep breath, suppressing the waves in his heart as he spoke in a low voice.
His face was slightly pale—he had clearly been shaken by Lin Fan's brutal methods.
The disciples of Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace around him nodded in agreement.
Those participating in the Sect Competition were the top elites of each faction.
And now, Yuan Gate's 540 elite disciples had been completely annihilated. Even with Yuan Gate's vast foundation, this loss would be felt deeply.
"The Sect Competition was always a trial of life and death. Everything that happens is fair game,"
Ling Qingzhu said softly.
"But Yuan Gate probably never imagined that the debts they've racked up would be paid in full—this time."
"From this day on… the title of Eastern Xuan Region's Number One of the younger generation may no longer belong to Yuan Cang—but to Lin Fan."
Wu Qun nodded solemnly, his heart full of complex emotions.
"But even if Lin Fan's actions were justified by the tournament rules, Yuan Gate won't let this go.
This… is far from over."
Ling Qingzhu looked at the young man in the distance, her eyes quietly complex.
This man… is really going to turn the Eastern Xuan Region upside down.
High in the sky, Lin Fan watched calmly as the last Yuan Gate disciple was disintegrated into nothingness.
Only then did he dispel the Heaven-Earth Seal and the Spatial Prison.
Then he flashed and returned to the Dao Sect disciples.
"Are you okay?"
Ying Huanhuan immediately rushed forward and asked with concern.
To her, Lin Fan's use of the Great Desolation Scripture at that scale, and then the extermination of all Yuan Gate disciples, had to have drained him.
Lin Fan smiled. "I'm fine. Just consumed a bit too much. I'll recover after meditating."
Both the Spatial Prison and Heaven-Earth Seal grew stronger with Lin Fan's cultivation. But their power came at a cost.
Even with the Desolation Scripture replenishing him with energy, wiping out over 500 disciples had taxed both his Yuan Power and spirit.
"Good," Ying Huanhuan sighed with relief. Her face turned serious.
"Thank you, for avenging the Dao Sect disciples from past competitions—and for raising our sect's prestige!"
Lin Fan chuckled. "Don't forget—I'm also a Dao Sect disciple."
"Big Brother Lin Fan, you're amazing!"
Qingtan and Huo'er ran up with sparkling eyes, full of excitement.
"Thanks,"
Wang Yan stepped forward and gave Lin Fan a deep bow.
His older sister had been killed in the last competition—this vengeance brought him peace.
DING!
[You patted Lin Qingtan. Obtained: 10 million Profound Life Pills!]
Nice reward.
Deathshade Pills, refined from death energy.
Each was worth millions of Xuanyuan Pills!
Huo'er also stepped up proudly.
"Lin Fan-ge, I held off a Spirit General too!"
Lin Fan patted her shoulder. "Good job."
[You patted Lin Huo'er. Obtained: 1 Life-Origin Profound Spirit Fruit!]
He noted the system's voice but left it aside for now.
Soon, Xiao Xiao, Chen Kui, Wang Yan, and the others gathered around Lin Fan.
Without the Three Little Kings, Dao Sect had suffered no casualties this time. Only a few were lightly injured.
This was nothing like the bloodbath of the original timeline.
"Lin Fan! You dare kill our Yuan Gate disciples?! You've dragged Dao Sect into certain doom! When Senior Brother Yuan Cang returns, you'll pay in blood!"
The roar of fury came from Zhao Li, one of the remaining Spirit Generals.
At his words, many Dao Sect disciples tensed.
After all, Yuan Gate's Three Little Kings were known as the most powerful among the younger generation.
"Yuan Cang and the others?" Lin Fan said calmly. "They're waiting for you below. Since you miss them so much, I'll send you to join them."
Uproar!
The whole battlefield exploded in gasps.
"What?!"
"No wonder they never showed up—Lin Fan killed them!"
"But Yuan Cang was the strongest! Could Lin Fan really have done it?"
"Is he lying? Trying to crush morale?"
On the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace peak, Su Rou puffed up proudly.
"I told you! Big Brother Lin Fan definitely took them out while we were fighting!"
Wu Qun frowned.
"Lin Fan is strong, but… Yuan Cang? I doubt it."
"Lin Fan-ge would never lie!" Su Rou snapped back without hesitation.
Suddenly, Ling Qingzhu opened her mouth:
"Yuan Cang and Ling Zhen… are dead."
Wu Qun's body froze.
He turned to look at Lin Fan—and saw him raise his palm.
There, floating in his hand, were Yuan Cang and Lei Qian's nascent spirits.
Silence.
The whole field went dead still.
Eyes widened.
Mouths dropped.
Every single person… was stunned speechless.
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