Chapter 118: The Final Strike

“How could you possibly be like this?”
Yi Yuan coughed up blood, his body trembling, disbelief etched deeply across his face.
The last time Lin Fan had appeared was over a month ago. Although Yi Yuan had been shocked by his strength then, meeting him again now was on an entirely different level—an encounter best described as sheer terror.

“There are some who keep advancing, until they become invincible in the world, leaving all their peers far behind.”
Lin Fan’s expression remained cold and unreadable, his murderous intent unmistakable. He had no intention of letting Yi Yuan live.

“It’s... it’s true. Haha, it’s a pity I always sought to seize control of the Yi family, to win favor with the Nine-Section Whip. If I were weak, how could I have achieved any of this?”
Yi Yuan felt as if struck by lightning. He understood the implication behind Lin Fan’s words—they were aimed squarely at him.

At that moment, a fist shattered the void as Lin Fan struck again, showing no mercy whatsoever.
Blood rained down as Yi Yuan’s head exploded violently, his life extinguished in an instant.

From beginning to end, Lin Fan’s expression never wavered, not the slightest change in color.
But below, the Flowerfall Gentleman trembled all over. He knew a bloody storm was about to erupt. Although the Yi clan’s members were weak, as long as the Nine-Section Whip remained with them, their family would never fall—they would forever be the foremost clan of the Ancient Buddha Domain.

“This is about to break the heavens.”
Swallowing hard, the Flowerfall Gentleman realized that Yi Yuan’s demise was only the beginning. Two others still stood in the arena, both radiating hostility.

“What audacity.”
Zi Hao’s eyes grew serious. He began to acknowledge Lin Fan’s strength. Earlier, he had wanted to intervene to save Yi Yuan but the battle ended too swiftly, catching everyone off guard. Most importantly, they had greatly underestimated Lin Fan’s ruthlessness.

“You wanted to kill me before, didn’t you?”
Lin Fan sneered, his intent to kill unmistakable. He planned to eliminate everyone here.

“Hmph. Who we are, and who you are—you might not even know our identities yet. I am Yang Tong, the sixth disciple of the Ancient Buddha Domain’s Lord, and he is the next Pavilion Master of the Purple Robe Pavilion. If you don’t want to incur the wrath of our two great powers, hand over the Bodhi Seed. It’s useless to you anyway.”
Yang Tong sneered coldly. Though somewhat surprised by Lin Fan’s strength, he felt no awe. The status of being a disciple of the Ancient Buddha Domain’s Lord was dazzling—akin to an internal figure of the Great Jin Kingdom, or a saintly disciple in a sacred land, naturally proud and haughty.

“As long as you surrender the Bodhi Seed, everything can be negotiated. Also, leave now, or you will face the combined might of two great powers. Even the Yi family and the Xiang family cannot protect you then.”
Zi Hao was equally arrogant. His status as the next Pavilion Master of the Purple Robe Pavilion was also illustrious, and more importantly, his faction’s influence extended beyond the Ancient Buddha Domain, with considerable backing.

“What if I refuse?”
Lin Fan shook his head, his gaze icy and sharp.

“Death, certain death!”
Yang Tong had no more words; only these four characters could express his fury. Who in the Ancient Buddha Domain would dare to disregard a disciple of the domain lord? They were welcomed with open arms wherever they went and never disrespected.

“Think carefully. To be honest, with our protection, even your killing of Yi Yuan could be covered up. The Yi family wielding the Nine-Section Whip is not an easy force to oppose.”
Zi Hao was a smooth operator, aware of the crisis Lin Fan faced and revealing their combined power.

“Sounds reasonable. But what about me witnessing Zi Ming’s death right before my eyes?”
Lin Fan mocked with a smile, aware of their plan—to lower his guard before revealing their true intentions.

“Zi Ming died as he should. Who can enter Wangwu Mountain without casualties? His father warned him, but he sneaked out in secret. Now that he’s dead, there’s no one to argue with.”
Zi Hao’s complexion remained unchanged, speaking lightly, but the murderous intent in the corner of his eye was keenly noticed by Lin Fan.

“Haha, that’s a fair point. I’m almost convinced. But do you really think I’m a fool?”
Lin Fan laughed heartily, his voice turning cold and sharp soon after.

“Not only will I never surrender the Bodhi Seed or the Flowerfall Gentleman, but I also have a way to seal off all information here.”
Lin Fan glanced at the two men, a cold smile curling on his lips.

“Oh? What way could that be?”
Yang Tong was taken aback slightly. Known for courage without wisdom, he couldn’t decipher Lin Fan’s hidden meaning. Zi Hao, however, changed color, stepped back defensively.

“The solution is simple: you two die together. Once you’re dead, who else will know anything?”
Suddenly Lin Fan struck. A radiant light blazed, engulfing the sky. His body appeared instantly before Yang Tong. A huge hand descended, its five fingers like pillars propping up the heavens, a colossal mountain pressing down, shattering the void to dust in an instant.

The attack was so swift it caught Yang Tong completely off guard. He had assumed no one dared defy him, given his status, never imagining someone so reckless as Lin Fan existed.

A figure streaked sideways. Yang Tong was slightly injured, though his strength was far superior to Yi Yuan’s and he could still resist.

“You’re courting death!”
A roar shook the heavens. Yang Tong’s eyes bloodshot, his power surging. A long spear appeared in his hand, thrusting fiercely at Lin Fan.

Simultaneously, Zi Hao struck from afar, a heavenly sword cleaving the cosmos, slicing through time itself.

Two deadly moves unleashed, truly terrifying in their might.

Nearby, the Demon-Subduing Pestle remained locked in a standoff against the illusion of the Nine-Section Whip, powerless to intervene.

Zi Hao and Yang Tong were formidable talents, their potential immense, destined to become giants in their realm. Reaching the Void Breaking Realm might not be their limit. Together, their strength could shake the very earth.

However, due to the Nine-Section Whip’s illusion, their battle was confined to a small space, restricting all parties’ movements. Only someone’s demise would end the stalemate.

The fierce battle erupted. Lin Fan dodged left and right, his momentum overwhelming. Though his realm lagged behind the two, his talent was terrifying—once-in-five-thousand-years genius, renowned even in ancient sacred lands. This was something Zi Hao and Yang Tong could not match. Coupled with the formidable Divine Fate Fist, Lin Fan now wielded the power to reshape the cosmos.

After hundreds of moves, the thunderous clash ceased. Blood stained the sky. Lin Fan emerged from the radiant light, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, his aura terrifying—like a demonic overlord.

When the dust settled, the corpses of Zi Hao and Yang Tong lay motionless where they stood.