It seems my luck has turned today.
This Fatty Guo is quite good!
He’s always wanted to get his incompetent son into Mìyún Mountain for cultivation, hasn't he? I can agree to that today.
Thinking this, Luo Su looked towards Manor Lord Guo.
At first.
Manor Lord Guo's body, so wide it was two people across, blocked the person behind him, and he didn't see.
When Manor Lord Guo realized and quickly moved aside.
Luo Su, the Enforcement Elder of Mìyún Mountain, saw the person behind Manor Lord Guo...
He instantly jolted in fright!
His eyes widened in terror, staring fixedly at the gray-haired young man behind Manor Lord Guo.
He would never forget this incredibly arrogant face, even if he were beaten to death!
"Líng! Fán!"
He gritted his teeth and uttered the name word by word.
Manor Lord Guo was stunned.
His son, Guo Shuqian, also stood frozen on the spot.
What's going on?
Something feels off.
Why does Elder Luo seem to know this person named Ling?
This furious demeanor...
How deep is the hatred and resentment?
And...
The name Ling Fan sounds a bit familiar.
Manor Lord Guo and his son's minds suddenly flashed with an idea.
Damn it!
Ling Fan!
Isn't this that Young Master Grandmaster?
No way.
What the heck is going on.
Is this person named Ling the Young Master Grandmaster Ling Fan who said he would come to challenge the Mountain Master of Mìyún Mountain?
How is that possible!
Fatty Guo and his son felt their minds go completely blank with shock.
Ling Fan's expression was calm.
He showed no fear of his identity being exposed.
With his hands behind his back, he casually scanned Luo Su and the other powerhouses of Mìyún Mountain.
He said, "Your Mìyún Mountain's grand formation was laid down by the previous Jùlíng Realm, wasn't it? Infants less than a year old still have a trace of innate vital energy within them. You want to use the lives of countless infants to re-activate this formation. How many children must be sacrificed."
"Your Mìyún Mountain is deeply sinful!"
When Ling Fan said this.
A hint of icy coldness appeared in his tone.
Elder Luo Su calmed himself and sneered, "These ordinary people are just ants. If they are sacrificed, they are sacrificed. What does it matter! As for you, I didn't expect you to actually dare to come to Mìyún Mountain to seek death. You have guts! But you are dead today!"
"Elder Luo Su, is this person really that Ling Fan!"
The other eight elders of Mìyún Mountain were greatly alarmed.
"Indeed!"
"Everyone, attack with me. With the combined strength of our nine, we can even contend with a Grandmaster. As long as we can capture and kill this Ling Fan, we will have achieved a great merit!"
Luo Su shouted loudly.
The other eight elders cheered in response.
Boom!
The nine of them attacked.
Instantly, nine streams of light erupted, and nine martial qi blasts of different colors were unleashed, all attacking Ling Fan together.
Ling Fan's expression was indifferent.
He rubbed his thumb ring.
A sword light instantly emitted a clear sword cry and flew out joyfully. The sword light, like lightning, spun in the air.
All the martial qi attacks were instantly shattered!
Luo Su and the other nine elder-level powerhouses of Mìyún Mountain were instantly terrified, their souls scattered, and their hearts filled with immense shock.
"This brat is too strong! Quickly, go invite the Mountain Master!"
Luo Su yelled, turning to flee.
But it was too late.
The sword light spun again.
Nine heads instantly flew from their necks.
Plop.
They all fell to the ground.
Dying with their eyes wide open!
In a single exchange.
All nine elders of Mìyún Mountain, who were at least at the peak of the Xuangang Realm, or even the Quasi-Tianyuan Realm, were dead.
Not a single one remained.
The other powerhouses of Mìyún Mountain were so scared they were about to wet themselves.
As if seeing ghosts!
Oh my heavens.
This is too brutal!
Killing the elders of their Mìyún Mountain like slaughtering chickens and sheep.
This is too monstrous.
Ling Fan's expression remained unchanged.
It was as if killing the nine powerful elders of Mìyún Mountain was a casual act, with nothing to be proud of.
He walked towards Bai Shao.
As he passed by Manor Lord Guo and his son.
The father and son were instantly terrified and peed themselves. A foul smell emanated from their crotches, and yellowish, unknown liquid flowed all over the ground, dripping from their trouser legs.
"Grandmaster Ling, spare us! Grandmaster Ling, spare us!"
"We were blind and didn't recognize your greatness. We didn't intend to scheme against you!"
"As for these children, Mìyún Mountain forced us to send them. We had no choice."
Fatty Guo and his son knelt down straight.
Their knees thudded heavily onto the ground.
They kowtowed as if pounding garlic.
At the same time...
Quite a few "splashes" were kicked up...
A hint of disgust flashed in Ling Fan's eyes as he glanced at the two.
With a casual wave of his hand.
Fatty Guo and his son were immediately lifted into the air by an invisible, large hand, like two ducks, one fat and one thin, being carried.
They were thrown into the formation's eye!
Immediately, pale hands began to emerge from beneath the formation's eye, and terrifying shadows writhed, grabbing the father and son and dragging them down.
"Ah!"
"Help!"
"What are these things, get away, you~ don't~ come~ over!"
Guo Defu and Guo Shuqian were so terrified their souls flew away, crying out in horror.
But their voices soon came to an abrupt halt.
Their entire bodies seemed to melt away, quickly sinking into the formation's eye.
Seeing that Fatty Guo and his son were thoroughly dead.
The villagers of Guo Family Manor showed expressions of satisfaction.
"Return all these children, or I'll throw you in as well."
Ling Fan said indifferently to the powerhouses of Mìyún Mountain.
Those powerhouses immediately trembled in fear.
They had clearly seen the fate of Fatty Guo and his son just moments ago. Being brutally killed by those ghastly things was worse than a quick death by their own hand.
They immediately rushed to return the children they were holding.
But these infants all looked alike.
These powerhouses of Mìyún Mountain didn't know whose child was whose.
Thus, the scene immediately descended into chaos.
"This isn't my child!"
"Give me that child, that's my child!"
...
Bai Shao stood among a group of anxious young parents, frantically looking around.
She had been staring at the Mìyún Mountain powerhouse who snatched her child earlier.
But this sudden chaos made her unsure where her child had gone.
"Give me this child."
Ling Fan's divine sense spread out.
He quickly located a female infant.
This infant still had the jade slip he had given her on her.
Ling Fan took the child from the stunned Mìyún Mountain powerhouse.
Just as Bai Shao was filled with despair and helplessness.
A faint voice suddenly came from behind her: "Your daughter is here."
Bai Shao's body suddenly trembled.
She turned around abruptly, took her daughter from Ling Fan's hands, and then tightly embraced her daughter, pressing her cheek affectionately against the infant's body.
The infant, in turn, looked at Ling Fan and giggled, reaching out her tender little hands towards him.
Ling Fan smiled faintly at the infant.
Bai Shao looked at Ling Fan with embarrassment, her voice filled with shock:
"You... you are that Ling Fan! I'm sorry, I misunderstood you before. I thought you were also going to join Mìyún Mountain and collude with those demons..."
Ling Fan smiled faintly.
Then, under Bai Shao's shocked gaze.
Ling Fan turned to face the grand hall, his voice like thunder: "Where is the Mountain Master of Mìyún Mountain? Ling has arrived. Come out and die!"
At that moment.
Countless powerhouses throughout Mìyún Mountain, as well as the powerhouses from Tianchu who had come to watch the battle, were suddenly startled.
That Ling Fan...
He had actually come!