Ling Fan sat before the high platform.
Closing his eyes, he concentrated, like a statue.
His aura was ordinary.
Yet, it filled all the powerful figures in the underworld present with immense awe.
If anyone dared to underestimate this grey-haired youth again,
They would suffer the same fate as the six protectors of the Dark Martial Hall and the young master of the Dark Martial Hall, Young Master Mo Xie.
This was a recent, living example.
Many powerful figures left the gambling arena.
However, more chose to stay, ready to witness this grey-haired youth, who had astounded everyone like a comet, challenge the deeply entrenched Hall Master of the Dark Martial Hall.
As time passed, a terrifying silence spread throughout the venue.
Tens of thousands of defiant underworld powerhouses, yet not a single one dared to speak.
The entire gambling arena was enveloped in a heavy pressure, like that before a storm.
Liu Han, Ji Hong, and Ji Yan watched with worry in their eyes.
They had tried to persuade Ling Fan to leave, not to confront the Hall Master of the Dark Martial Hall head-on.
But Ling Fan remained unmoved.
Helpless, they abandoned the idea.
However, they did not choose to leave.
Instead, they chose to stay.
It seemed they intended to face the consequences with Ling Fan.
Placing their lives on the line for Ling Fan.
In a corner of the gambling arena.
Su Long, Bai Hao, and others had not left.
Hua Yue had also not left.
Su Long and Bai Hao wanted to see Ling Fan in trouble.
While Hua Yue, with a worried expression, looked distractedly at the high platform, at the transcendent youth who seemed to stand apart from the world.
He always seemed to be shrouded in a veil of mystery.
Every time Hua Yue thought she understood him.
This youth would always shock her immensely.
It was impossible to measure this monstrous youth with ordinary logic.
Not just Hua Yue.
Everyone's gaze was focused solely on Ling Fan.
Their eyes held various emotions: jealousy, envy, hatred, curiosity, doubt, certainty, schadenfreude, malice, concern...
Just then.
A grand voice suddenly descended.
Calm, yet carrying an unimaginable terrifying pressure.
Like a volcano about to erupt, it seemed harmless, but it hid a destructive, terrifying power.
"Who dares to cause trouble in my Dark Martial Hall, killing my only son and my subordinates, as if I were already dead!"
This voice boomed like thunder in everyone's ears.
Everyone's expression changed in unison.
The voice was too terrifying. Before it, they felt as small as dust, while the voice was like a majestic mountain, insurmountable.
Boom!
Not long after the voice fell.
A tall figure stepped into the Dark Martial Hall.
His face bore some resemblance to Young Master Mo Xie, but he was much older. His white hair flew like a wild lion, and his eyes were as sinister and sharp as a hawk's.
The moment he appeared.
Everyone felt as if a thousand-pound boulder was pressing down on them, making it difficult to even breathe.
Even those in the Profound Gang realm looked as if they could not bear the weight.
This person.
Was too terrifying...
Without anyone needing to introduce him, almost everyone instantly knew his identity.
This was the Hall Master of the Dark Martial Hall.
One of the Four Grand Martial Masters of Tianchu City.
Besides him, who else in the Dark Martial Hall possessed such a soul-stirring pressure?
Swish!
Two tangible bolts of lightning seemed to cleave through the air.
The Hall Master of the Dark Martial Hall's gaze was like lightning, piercing the air with unimaginable pressure, falling upon Ling Fan.
At this moment.
Ling Fan, who had been sitting with his eyes closed on the high platform, finally opened them.
Crack!
It was as if two bolts of lightning had struck each other, and a series of crackling electric sounds echoed in the air.
"You are the one who killed my son and my subordinates!"
A hint of surprise appeared on the sinister face of the Hall Master of the Dark Martial Hall.
He had initially thought that the person who could kill the six protectors would at least be a powerful expert in his forties or fifties.
He had not expected Ling Fan to be so young.
That kind of youthful aura was something that could not be faked no matter how well one maintained their appearance or how they disguised themselves.
It was just that, for some reason, although this youth was very young, he carried an aura of decay and decline.
Especially that head of grey-white hair, devoid of any luster.
Premature aging!
Ling Fan did not reply.
He simply looked down at the Hall Master of the Dark Martial Hall, his gaze as calm as an ancient well.
This attitude made everyone secretly gasp.
Was this young man truly so arrogant!
He actually did not take the Hall Master of the Dark Martial Hall seriously...
But from where did his confidence stem?
Could it be that he truly believed he could contend with a Martial Grand Master?
As everyone was taken aback by Ling Fan's attitude.
The Hall Master of the Dark Martial Hall let out a cold snort, his gaze turning icy and gloomy.
He did not even glance at Ji Hong, Liu Han, or the others.
In the eyes of the Hall Master of the Dark Martial Hall, one of the Four Grand Masters of Tianchu Province, even the strongest in the Profound Gang realm were merely ants, with no fundamental difference from others.
After killing Ling Fan.
He would settle accounts with Liu Han, Ji Hong, and the others.
Under the gazes of countless people who revered him like a god, he stepped into the air.
Floating nine zhang high.
He stood at the same height as Ling Fan, who sat alone on the high platform.
With his hands behind his back, his tall figure stood proud, his snow-white hair dancing like the mane of a furious lion.
"Young man, do you know that Grand Masters are not to be offended? Today, I will use your blood to wash away the great humiliation of the Dark Martial Hall and to pay homage to the souls of the six protectors and my son! Remember, your killer is Yu Qinghe of the Dark Martial Hall!"
The Hall Master of the Dark Martial Hall's voice boomed like thunder, his tone chilling.
"Grand Masters are not to be offended? Ridiculous. In my eyes, mere Grand Masters are ants that can be killed with a flick of a finger. You don't need to announce your name, as I won't remember it anyway."
Ling Fan spoke softly, his gaze carrying a hint of disdain.
As the Azure Cloud Emperor who had suppressed the universe in his previous life, he had killed more than ten Heavenly Venerates with his own hands, and countless Great Emperors and Saints.
When had mere Grand Masters ever entered his sight?
They weren't even worthy of him remembering their names.
It was like that in his past life.
And so it would be in this life!
"Arrogant!"
The Hall Master of the Dark Martial Hall was enraged, his beard and hair bristling.
Like an enraged male lion.
Boom.
He suddenly struck out with a palm. The power of heaven and earth within the vast gambling arena was instantly drained, transforming into a terrifying, boundless palm of Heavenly Origin energy, suppressing down towards Ling Fan.
Ling Fan's figure unfolded, like a great bird spreading its wings, dodging the strike with incredible agility.
Rumble!
That high platform was not so fortunate. The moment it was struck by the palm of Heavenly Origin energy, it let out a deafening roar of being unable to bear the burden, and collapsed with a bang.
Rocks as large as houses continuously fell from the sky, smashing onto the battle stage with deafening roars.