Super War God in the City
Chapter 732 - 732 Blood for Blood

Lan Zihan saw the four people being chased away by this seemingly dumb and cute white-haired young man in an instant, and couldn't help but be utterly stunned, as if in a dream.

Upon seeing that the three were trying to escape, Ling Fan's gaze immediately intensified.

Among these three people, apart from the Emei disciple being chased by Feng Xiaobai, it was implicitly the Wudang disciple whom everyone looked up to.

He immediately aimed his gaze at the Wudang disciple, who had just started to flee. Ling Fan suddenly raised his hand and made a grasping motion in the air.

"Seal!" Ling Fan's eyes were sharp as he uttered a single word calmly.

This technique was one he was capable of using after just entering the Middle Stage of the Wuxuan Realm. It was a Spatial Divine Power associated with the Golden Crow Dao Body, a sealing technique.

Previously, he also had a Teleportation technique like the Star Shifting Technique, which he could also execute with some effort.

However, because his cultivation was too low, it only had a certain chance of being triggered, and often would not work.

As Ling Fan spoke, the escaping Wudang disciple suddenly felt the space around him solidify, greatly increasing the resistance.

His figure involuntarily halted, and a great terror rose in his heart, as his soul threatened to leave his body.

"Slash!" After executing the first technique, Ling Fan immediately followed with another command.

Suddenly, a Soul Sword shot out, heading straight for the Wudang disciple.

The Wudang disciple had not yet recovered from the shock of his halted movement when he felt a 'boom' inside his head, and instinctively, his eyes widened in terror.

"This is the end!" The Wudang disciple was filled with alarm.

After this last thought fell, his mind became blank, and his thoughts turned to chaos.

Ling Fan, sensing with his Divine Sense that the guy's lifeforce had not disappeared, secretly marveled.

"These ancient sects with a thousand years of heritage indeed have some tricks up their sleeves, not to be underestimated!" Ling Fan murmured to himself.

Immediately, his figure moved swiftly, transforming into a shadowy glimpse, and with a flick of his wrist, the Spirit Sword in his hand sent a Sword Qi like a rainbow piercing the sun toward the Wudang disciple.

At this moment, the Wudang disciple stood still on the spot, looking as stunned as a wooden chicken.

The Sword Qi in Ling Fan's hand was unstoppable, effortlessly cleaving downward and cutting the Wudang disciple in two.

The body split in half, and the powerful Sword Qi immediately sent the two halves flying to either side.

Lan Zihan stood to the side, completely shocked by Ling Fan, speechless with her eyes wide in horror.

One word, one command, and one sword had easily slain this Wudang disciple.

The ease and detachment he exhibited left Lan Zihan dizzied and spellbound, her heart rippling with emotion!

The escaping Jiuhua Sect disciples turned their heads for a glance and happened to see the horrifying scene of the Wudang disciple being split by a sword.

Immediately, they shuddered with fear, nearly tripping over themselves, and in a panic, they slapped two Talismans on their thighs and pushed the Godspeed Technique to its limit, fleeing for their lives.

After dealing with the Wudang disciple, Ling Fan turned to look, only to see Feng Xiaobai chasing the Emei Female Disciple over a hill and disappearing without a trace.

The other Jiuhua Sect disciple, as if having Wind-Fire Wheels under his feet, flashed and also vanished at the end of the canyon.

Ling Fan raised an eyebrow and shook his head slightly. He wasn't worried about the Emei Female Disciple getting away but rather let the Jiuhua Sect Disciple escape.

"Many thanks to the young master for the rescue!"

Lan Zihan walked over with pursed lips, her expression complex, and thanked Ling Fan with a bow.

"Haha, it's nothing, just lending a helping hand," Ling Fan teased. "As Feng Xiaobai said earlier, saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-level pagoda!"

The Eight Major Sects share common roots, and since he had killed someone from the Qingcheng Sect, he was definitely not going to be on good terms with the Eight Major Sects. Offending one was no different from offending the entire nest.

"Let me ask, aside from your Witchcraft Sect and the Eight Major Sects, are there any other powers within these Hundred Thousand Great Mountains?" Ling Fan asked.

"No, now that you've offended the Eight Major Sects, you can either leave this place, or follow me back to the Witchcraft Sect," Lan Zihan said, a glint of hope in her eyes.

Ling Fan, already entertaining this idea, nodded slightly with a wry smile, "It looks like there's nowhere else for me to go in these Hundred Thousand Great Mountains!"

Lan Zihan awkwardly said, "I'm sorry, it's my fault that I've dragged you into this, Young Master!"

As she spoke, she suddenly cried out in alarm, "Oh no, your friend!"

Ling Fan smiled lightly, "Don't worry, he'll be fine."

With that, he headed in the direction where Feng Xiaobai had disappeared, Lan Zihan following closely behind.

"Young Master, may I ask what you are doing in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains? I heard you mention Qingcheng before, do you know them?" Lan Zihan asked, curious about Ling Fan's identity.

"Haha, I came to broaden my horizons. Some people from Qingcheng caused trouble outside, and I gave them a lesson.

I always thought there would be no one in these mountains, but it turns out that the major sects that migrated here have always been around, so I was curious and came to take a look!" Ling Fan explained.

"So that's it. The people from Qingcheng actually went out into the world?" Lan Zihan nodded slightly, somewhat surprised that Qingcheng's people would go out and do something.

"By the way, I just came from killing people of the Eight Major Sects, it won't cause trouble for your Witchcraft Sect, will it?" Ling Fan asked lightly as he walked.

"Hehe, our Witchcraft Sect and the Eight Major Sects have long been at odds; with or without your trouble, it's all the same!

Besides, it was because of saving me that you got into trouble. Your matters are our Witchcraft Sect's matters; rest assured!" Lan Zihan replied.

The two walked side by side, easily mistaken for a celestial couple. Ling Fan occasionally inquired about the Eight Major Sects, and Lan Zihan was equally curious about the outside world.

....

Deep within the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, green hills picturesque and clouds misty, a majestic palace sat atop a mountain peak.

This was Qingcheng Mountain, the home of the Qingcheng Sect.

Inside the Main Palace Hall, Sect Leader Lian Chengping paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, his face extremely grim.

A few days ago, Tang Xuanqing had returned alone, bringing appalling news: his son and closed-door disciple had all perished outside.

A parent burying their child was like a bolt from the blue for Lian Chengping, causing the Three Corpse Gods within him to rage violently.

However, over the past few days, his anger had subdued considerably.

Based on the information from Tang Xuanqing, after calming down over the days, Lian Chengping had some speculations, judging by the age of their adversary.

So young yet so formidable, there must be a special hidden sect behind him, and it was even possible that he came from one of the Three Mountains.

Not to mention whether Qingcheng had the ability to seek revenge, just the mobilization this big was hard to keep hidden from other sects.

He had thought that since the major sects had moved here, there were no significant forces left in the outside world, but apparently, there were.

After pondering for a long time, he realized that by his own sect alone, it would be difficult to take revenge or to monopolize Gushe's Secret Treasury.

Lian Chengping took a deep breath in the palace and muttered to himself, "Some things, if you want to monopolize them, you need the appetite. It seems I'll have to share this matter!"

Immediately, his gaze hardened with murderous intent, and he gritted his teeth, "Whoever killed my son, I must make them pay a hundred times over with their blood!"

With those words, his figure flashed, and he vanished from the Great Hall!

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