Chen Fan's statement made Lin Ba stare at him in disbelief. “Looks like you really want to die, you little bastard. I’ll grant your wish, then. Do it, kill him. But don’t hurt that woman.”
The leading servant answered, his expression fierce.
However, Chen Fan made the first move.
A thunderclap reverberated, catching the leading servant off guard. A deadly aura swiftly approached him.
“You’re seeking death!” exclaimed the servant.
He unleashed a palm strike and propelled himself into the air like a roc, utilizing his early-stage, eighth-level cultivation.
“You dodged it? Infinite Thunderclap!”
Chen Fan swung his arm, releasing a sword qi infused with lightning that struck the leading servant, sending him hurtling backward. He crashed onto the ground, howling in agony.
Leaping into the air, Chen Fan descended with his Killing Wind Sword, aiming directly for the leading servant's head.
All of this had happened in just a single breath’s time. Chan Fan had effortlessly slain an early-stage, eighth-level expert, making Lin Ba cry out in shock.
Lin Ba's anger flared up instantly, and he bellowed, “Move, all of you! Attack him together and reduce this bastard to minced meat!”
After berating his servants, Lin Ba swiftly flipped his palm, conjuring a whirlwind that stirred up sand and rocks within a hundred paces. A tornado rushed toward Chen Fan.
This was the ultimate martial art of the Lin Clan: the Whirlwind Force. This profound tier cultivation technique could propel rocks as large as millstones in all directions. Its power was far from trivial.
Despite Lin Ba's pale complexion and reputation as a drunkard who indulged in worldly pleasures, he was still a descendant of a prominent martial clan. He practiced a high-quality cultivation technique, and his cultivation was at the seventh level. The power he could bring out was extraordinary.
A tornado taller than an adult was before Chen Fan in the blink of an eye.
The gravel within the whirlwind collided, creating clanging noises. If they struck anyone, they would surely disfigure them.
The other servants were also raring to go, closing in on Chen Fan.
Once Chen Fan succumbed to the Whirlwind Force and was down on the ground, they would swarm him, launching a flurry of attacks to turn him into minced meat.
Qin Yao saw this from the side, and her expression sank. She wanted to help Chen Fan, but the latter said calmly and confidently, “No need for you to make a move, Senior Sister. I alone am more than capable of dealing with these useless sacks of flesh.”
With a swift swing of his arm, the Killing Wind Sword whistled through the air, accompanied by thunderous cracks akin to firecrackers. A surge of primeval qi erupted, suppressing the whirlwind and restoring calm to the surroundings.
Afterward, he threw a punch in the air.
A Vajra Seal, the size of a water jar, soared out of Chen Fan's palm. A resounding boom followed, swiftly engulfing the battle-ready servants.
Explosions rang out continuously.
Those servants with sixth- and seventh-level cultivation failed even to put up a fight. Their steel blades broke, and they were sent flying before they could dodge Chen Fan’s attack. Each of them spat out fresh blood, writhing on the ground in agony.
Chen Fan proved unstoppable once he unleashed his power. He effortlessly overwhelmed them, leaving Lin Ba dumbfounded atop his Golden Horned Horse.
Was this truly the might of a sixth-level expert?
Even Qin Yao was stunned at the sight.
Chen Fan had made a big splash at the Outer Sect Grand Competition. However, it was the first time she had seen him display such ferocity, and it shook her to the core.
Chen Fan scanned the fallen enemies with a sweeping gaze. He brushed off his clothing and sneered. “A bunch of trash dares to intercept me? You’re seriously looking to die! And you, trash, do you think you’re superior to others just because you’re riding a horse? Get the hell down!”
With a gesture, Chen Fan commanded the primeval qi to manifest as a large hand, seizing Lin Ba.
That terrifying qi pressure left the Golden Horned Horse neighing in fear.
“Damn it, you cheap little bastard! Looks like I’ve underestimated you. Break!”
Lin Ba refused to be captured so easily. Despite his servants being defeated by Chen Fan, his expression remained fierce.
A gust of whirlwind rose around him, transforming into a crescent machete. He swung it violently, shattering Chen Fan's large qi hand.
“Hmph, you stupid fool!” Chen Fan’s gaze turned cold. He clenched his fist and unleashed a punch, causing the air to explode with a deafening rumble.
The force behind the punch was like an angry dragon, shattering Lin Ba’s crescent machete and smashing his chest.
The sound of ribs cracking and breaking filled the air. Following a miserable scream, Lin Ba fell off the horseback and let out another scream.
Chen Fan flitted, appearing before Lin Ba. He stepped on Lin Ba’s face and cursed, “You worthless trash! It's one thing to pick a fight with me back at the auction hall, but daring to intercept and rob me? You must not know how to spell death. Do you truly believe your status as a Lin Clan descendant guarantees your survival?”
Lin Ba screamed madly as Chen Fan pressed down on his face.
The overwhelming humiliation washed over him, driving him to the brink of insanity.
He was a direct descendant of the Lin Clan. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
He had always been the one looking down on others, and now, being on the receiving end was an indescribable torment.
He nearly died from anger!
He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
“Damn it, you’re looking to die, little bastard. You know that? My Lin Clan won’t let you off. If I want you to die, then you will have no choice but to die. Just wait for my Lin Clan’s experts’ pursuit. You won’t escape even if you hide at the ends of the world!” Lin Ba shouted frantically, struggling violently.
“Audacious! How dare you... Quickly release Young Master Lin! Do you not know of Young Master Lin’s status? The Lin Clan isn’t something a cheap little bastard like you could afford to offend, you...”
On the Golden Horned Horse, the woman’s expression changed. However, when she thought of Lin Ba’s status, she began rebuking Chen Fan.
Chen Fan directly cut off the woman’s incessant jabbering.
He threw a palm through the air, delivering a powerful slap directly to her face.
The woman was thrown off the horse’s back. She spat out blood in midair, with even her teeth mixed in it.
“Damn it, you better let go. Don't you realize who I am? I’m Lin Ba, the young clan leader of the Lin Clan. You dare treat me this way?! Do you comprehend the severity of the offense you have committed? Don’t you know my Lin Clan isn’t something you can afford to offend? Don’t you know...”
“You talk too much nonsense. You’re the Lin Clan’s young clan leader, so what? I will still kill you!”
Chen Fan cut off Lin Ba’s threats once more.
A surge of primeval qi erupted violently under his feet. With a loud crush, Lin Ba’s head burst like a watermelon, abruptly silencing his clamoring.
If Lin Ba had merely attempted to rob him, it would have been tolerable. However, his audacity in harboring ill intentions toward Qin Yao was something Chen Fan could not bear.
Based on this alone, no one in this world could save him.