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Chapter 161 - 0158: He’s Here, He’s Arrived

Chapter 161: Chapter 0158: He’s Here, He’s Arrived

The high-ranking members of the gang, already scared out of their wits, were even more terrified when they saw the Boss’s head brutally embedded into the pillar.

Blood dripped from the severed neck.

The force had been so immense.

The Boss’s eyeballs seemed to have popped out.

The scene was horrifying to the extreme.

Zhu Hou, with tears and snot streaming down his face, cried, "Lord Lin, please spare my life! We’ve all wanted to turn over a new leaf, but under Nu Hetian’s tyranny, we had no choice. I swear to the heavens, from now on I’ll live as an honest, ordinary citizen. I won’t bully or oppress anyone."

"I beg you, just think of me as nothing but a fart and let me go."

His once arrogant demeanor was long gone, replaced by a wretched, pitiful appearance.

Perhaps even he never imagined things would turn out this way.

If he had known earlier that it would end like this,

he wouldn’t have shown up here even if someone had beaten him to death.

Looking at Nu Hetian’s miserable state, he wailed inwardly, Oh, my dear mother, this death is way too horrifying!

He dreaded the same fate befalling him.

All he could do was hope Lin Fan would let him go.

Lin Fan ignored them and instead curled his lips into a faint smile. However, to them, that smile seemed terrifying.

When Zhu Hou saw Lin Fan smile, he forced a smile as well, as if trying to convey to Lin Fan, "I’m smiling too—no hostility at all."

Lin Fan turned and walked away.

No one, including Zhu Hou, dared to breathe loudly.

After Lin Fan departed, Zhu Hou’s legs gave out, and he fell to the ground, gasping desperately. Even though the ground was soaked with blood, he no longer minded.

Surviving was already a blessing.

Lin Fan did not look back. With a pinch of his fingers, he activated a spell.

A minor Divine Skill, Earth Fire Thunder, was unleashed.

The people collapsed in the grand hall felt the ground shuddering. Green tiles floated as if squeezed upwards, and just as they were wondering what was happening—

an overwhelming surge of Earth Fire erupted from deep underground.

It rose and swallowed the entire grand hall.

They didn’t even have time to scream before they were instantly burned to ash.

Towering pillars of flame shot into the sky, dyeing all of Jiangdu City red.

Standing at the doorway, Lin Fan felt the searing heat. To think they could survive—how absurd.

Once, they’d been given a chance, but they didn’t cherish it. Now they wanted to? Too late.

Raising his foot, he stomped lightly. His body vanished—using Earth Jutsu, he departed Jiangdu City.

Many townsfolk were heading towards the Serpent Gang headquarters, but they had been stunned on the spot by the fiery spectacle that blazed skyward.

"It’s divine punishment! The Lord of Heaven couldn’t stand it any longer and has come to rid us of this menace!"

"Nonsense! That’s the handiwork of Arrest Officer Lin. He entered the Immortal Sect and became an Immortal, summoning heavenly fire to incinerate the Serpent Gang!"

"Let’s go and have a look!"

The citizens were ecstatic beyond measure, even more so than if it were New Year’s.

Ever since Wang Zhou and the others were captured, the Serpent Gang had rampaged unchecked, oppressing the townsfolk. The people led lives of misery, all secretly longing for someone to deal with the Serpent Gang.

Now the wish had come true.

How could they not be excited, not overjoyed?

In the distance, Gao Zhenbin stared in disbelief at the inferno engulfing the Serpent Gang’s headquarters, his mouth agape, utterly dazed.

"Boss, it really must be an Immortal," he said.

Given the current situation, who but an Immortal could have achieved this?

Not long after,

when the townsfolk arrived at the Serpent Gang’s headquarters, they saw numerous corpses at the entrance. When they ventured further, they found the once-grand hall reduced to ashes.

Everyone stood there dumbfounded, shocked by the scene before them.

As ordinary citizens, they had never witnessed anything so earth-shattering. Perhaps this event would be talked about for generations, passed down endlessly.

Lin Fan was now on his way to Great Zhou City.

He didn’t know Wang Zhou’s current state. If Wang Zhou and the others were dead, Lin Fan would uproot the Serpent Gang completely, killing everyone involved. As for the Empire capturing Wang Zhou, even if it was the Emperor himself, Lin Fan would cut him down.

Don’t ask too many questions.

If you do, the only answer is: cut them down.

The martial artists had been somewhat useful—they had provided seven hundred years’ worth of Inner Strength. Now his Inner Strength had surpassed a millennium, far more than his Mana, though ultimately, it still couldn’t compare to Mana.

Great Zhou City, Imperial Court Dungeon.

"Brother Wang, we’ve been apart for thirteen years, and I never thought we’d meet again here. Why did you get involved with the Serpent Gang? Do you not know this is far beyond what we can handle?"

Wang Zhou, bound to an iron rack and covered in injuries, had no unharmed spots left.

Speaking to Wang Zhou now was an old friend of his, someone with no official position who had paid a hefty price just to see him.

Wang Zhou weakly responded, "I have no regrets."

"Sigh, I really want to help, but I just can’t," the middle-aged man said helplessly. To put it bluntly, he was an ordinary man with no power, only a bit of money—which, in the face of real power, was worthless.

Not even worth a fart.

"Mr. Li, may I ask you for a favor?" Wang Zhou raised his head and barely opened his swollen eyes. "The constables who were captured with me, they are just ordinary people. They had nothing to do with this. Can you save them?"

Wang Baoliu and the others had been dragged into this, something Wang Zhou had least wanted to happen.

After all, it had nothing to do with them to begin with.

"Brother Wang, you’re overestimating me. How can I save them? Even if I spent all my wealth, it would be useless. Your case is being handled directly by the Serpent Gang elders; not a single person can be spared."

"And from what I’ve gathered, because neither you nor Yin Ji is confessing, both the Serpent Gang and the Imperial Court have grown impatient and are planning to execute you soon."

Li Tong sighed deeply, utterly powerless.

Wang Zhou bowed his head, saying no more. He already knew there was no turning point—no way out.

At this time,

a dungeon guard hurried in. "You need to leave quickly. If the official finds out we let you in, you’ll be in big trouble."

"Alright, alright, I’m leaving," Li Tong replied, then said to Wang Zhou, "Brother Wang, take care."

This was the Imperial Court Dungeon; leaving here alive was nearly impossible.

Wang Zhou knew that leaving here alive was a pipe dream.

The Serpent Gang’s power was immense, enough to meddle even with the Empire’s affairs.

As an Imperial officer, he hadn’t been granted a proper trial—couldn’t even meet the Emperor or pass along a message.

Glancing around,

Wang Baoliu and the others had suffered greatly as well.

"Wang Baoliu, this had nothing to do with you. You shouldn’t have followed me here," Wang Zhou said.

Wang Baoliu replied, "Lord Wang, how can you say that? The captain always told me, as constables, we mustn’t back down. Sure, I’m afraid of death, but I know the captain will avenge us. Since he’s definitely become an Immortal, when he finds out we’ve been killed, he’ll definitely avenge us."

At that moment,

a chilling sneer echoed. "Heh, how amusing. You’re actually counting on someone to avenge you? Do you even know who would do such a thing?"

The speaker had arrived—it was the official in charge of the Imperial Court Dungeon.

Wang Zhou had initially thought this person had no connection to the Serpent Gang, but later he realized he was deadly wrong; this man had deep ties to them.

Sima Tu stepped forward, standing before Wang Baoliu. Raising the latter’s chin with the whip in his hand, he taunted, "Well, tell me—just who is this person who’s coming to avenge you? Let us know, so we can await their arrival."

Wang Baoliu said nothing, turning his head away.

"Truly someone courting death. This is Great Zhou City, the seat of the Imperial Court. Every major noble family has its disciples in the Immortal Sects. Do you understand how hard it is to make a name there? Unknowns remain ordinary disciples all their lives. And even if they master their skills and come to the Imperial Court, they’ll likely have to kneel their way out. Do you understand what I’m saying?" Sima Tu said.

Wang Zhou knew exactly what he meant.

The Imperial Court was protected by Immortals, a measure put in place to prevent martial artists with immense Inner Strength from forming factions and overthrowing the Court.

For this reason, the Immortal Sects would routinely dispatch disciples to guard the Imperial Court for a time.

To martial arts masters, Immortals were an insurmountable force—utterly overwhelming, like chickens and dogs before tigers.

"Let me tell you something else—we already know everything you’ve mentioned. Your former captain, Lin Fan, participated in the Immortal Sect trials. But alas, the Immortal stationed at the Imperial Court has already sent word back to the sect, instructing them to find your captain. Once they do, he’ll also be brought here for interrogation."

"Colluding with demons is a grave offense. Do you think you’ll just slip through the cracks?"

Sima Tu smirked coldly, as though he had everything firmly in his grasp.

"We’ve been framed! We never colluded with demons!" Wang Baoliu shouted, but no sooner had the words left his mouth than another bloody gash appeared on his face.

The blow made Wang Baoliu let out a painful cry.

He had no intention of toughing it out—if it hurt, he’d scream. How else could he lessen the pain?

Sima Tu chuckled. "Whether you did or didn’t doesn’t matter. What matters is who you’ve offended. Especially you, Wang Zhou—of all people, you chose to cross the Serpent Gang. Truly courting death. Do you think refusing to confess will save you?"

"Let me set you straight: no, and it’s a huge mistake to even think so."

"The Empire and the Serpent Gang have run out of patience with you. Orders for your execution should arrive any day now. So go ahead and die with regret!"

"Hahaha..."

Sima Tu laughed loudly as he left. To him, these insignificant men deserved no sympathy. Their poor judgment would lead them straight to their deathbeds, and no one would shed a tear.

One could only say their brains weren’t functioning properly.

The next day,

Lin Fan stood before the towering walls of Great Zhou City. Though the city was grand, he had no interest in its splendor.

As he walked into the city,

vendors shouted their wares.

The townsfolk busied themselves with their daily tasks.

Lin Fan stopped a random citizen. "Excuse me, could you tell me where the Serpent Gang headquarters is?"

The citizen stared at Lin Fan, startled. "Who... who are you?"

"Never mind who I am. Just point me to the Serpent Gang headquarters," Lin Fan replied.

Not wanting to stir trouble, the citizen pointed to a distant location before quickly hurrying away.

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