Chapter 155: High-Speed Chain Stomp

When setting sail back to the sect, Lin Fan thought of his agreement with the Cai family. Bringing that little girl back to Nameless Peak would add another lovely child apprentice under his command—a worthwhile deal.

Upon reaching Yongtian City, he saw blood splattering and killing intent soaring in the Cai residence. Sensing something amiss, he thought, "The little girl I value must not die here; that would be a travesty."

"I intend to take this girl as my closed-door disciple. What are you trying to do? Do you not take me seriously?" Lin Fan's gaze darkened, a sharp glint flashing as he locked onto Ling Ao.

"Milord..." The Cai family, whose hearts had already died, reignited with hope the moment Lin Fan appeared.

Tonight might have been the Cai family's doom, but they never expected such a turn of events.

Cai Heng clenched his fists in excitement, blood boiling. The lord had not deceived them nor forgotten. This immense surprise left him momentarily unable to adjust.

Chu Mulin's expression shifted slightly. He looked at the war boat in the sky, then at the calm and composed man before him, and couldn't help but feel nervous inside.

The Cai family had the help of a sect lord, and what was even more unbelievable was that the lord intended to take the Cai family's daughter as his disciple.

Lin Fan slightly raised his head and said calmly, "Rest assured, with me here today, no one will act recklessly before me."

At that moment, Ling Ao frowned slightly, a hint of surprise in his expression. "You're not dead?"

Everyone had witnessed the situation that day. This man had been swallowed by the Snow King Lion; there was no way he could have survived. Now appearing here unscathed was truly hard to believe.

"Whether I live or die is none of your concern, young one. The Cai family will be under my protection from now on. Do you still dare to act presumptuously?" At this moment, Lin Fan exuded dominance, his attitude firm. His imposing demeanor captivated many.

As a proud disciple of the Sealing Heaven Sect, Ling Ao had never suffered such humiliation. This man before him pressed him at every turn, showing no regard for him at all—utterly detestable.

Now, Ling Ao burned with rage, murderous intent flickering in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and roared, "Don't go too far!"

Lin Fan was now walking a tightrope, sinking deeper and deeper, unable to extricate himself. He could only tough it out.

Ling Ao's strength was considerable, on par with Zong Gentian, but his combat power far exceeded Zong Gentian's. Otherwise, during the forbidden ground trial, two of them wouldn't have been unable to defeat him alone.

"Today, my taking on a disciple is a major event. I have nothing more to say to you. A bout would be good—it will let me see what abilities you, young one, possess." Lin Fan clasped his hands behind his back, his gaze utterly calm.

"You..." Ling Ao hadn't expected this man to leave no room for retreat. Before he could say a few words, the man directly initiated battle.

Initially, he had considered that dealing with an ordinary person wasn't worth a conflict. But now this man pressed him step by step, leaving him no face-saving way out. A bout might as well happen.

Lin Fan surveyed the surroundings, looking at the cold corpses of the Cai family disciples. He shook his head, then raised his gaze to the Holy Sect war boat.

"A disgrace to martial artists, a disgrace to the sect. Fellow disciples, remember from now on: never bully the weak or slaughter ordinary people. That is not our way." Lin Fan spoke with contempt.

"Yes." On the war boat, Zong Gentian and the others nodded in acknowledgment.

Especially Zong Gentian, who felt a strong urge to cripple Ling Ao upon seeing him. But now that the master-uncle was taking action, he had to suppress that anger deep in his heart.

Zong Gentian also wanted to warn his master-uncle that Ling Ao had many tricks up his sleeve. But since his master-uncle was in a dominant position, he naturally couldn't praise Ling Ao and undermine his master-uncle's dignity.

Prison Elder stood at the bow, expressionless as he watched the scene below. No one could discern his thoughts.

"You insolent fool!" At this moment, Ling Ao was thoroughly enraged, his fighting spirit blazing. He had to make this man understand the cost of humiliating him.

"Die!"

In that instant, Ling Ao's aura erupted violently. A fist imbued with supreme power hurtled toward Lin Fan.

Lin Fan stood there, fearless, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Little brat, today I'll show you what pain really means.

"Bang!"

In that moment, heaven and earth changed color.

Disciples of both sects craned their necks to watch. The inner disciples of the Holy Sect were thrilled—this Ling Ao had crippled their senior brother, and now their master-uncle was taking action, surely avenging them thoroughly.

As for the Sealing Heaven Sect, they held boundless hope for Ling Ao, for he was their senior brother and a proud disciple of their sect.

At that moment, Lin Fan caught Ling Ao's fist. Ling Ao's expression shifted slightly as he tried to retract his fist, but just then, a cold smile curled on Lin Fan's lips.

His body vanished instantly.

The moment Lin Fan disappeared, Ling Ao was momentarily stunned, hesitating for a split second, as if wondering how the other had suddenly vanished.

In that instant, the world fell silent, as if Lin Fan had truly vanished from existence.

Many divine artifacts that had never been used—today, you finally have your chance to shine.

In his invisible state, Lin Fan's Nine-Five Big Red Brick instantly appeared behind Ling Ao's head and gave it a light tap.

Stealthy and without hesitation, to the onlookers, Lin Fan had only disappeared for the blink of an eye.

"Hmph, utterly pathetic."

When everyone saw Lin Fan again, he had one finger pressed against Ling Ao's forehead. With a slight push, Ling Ao's body toppled backward, as if struck by a heavy blow.

"This... how is this possible?" Everyone was astounded. What had happened in that split second?

But the matter wasn't over. As Ling Ao fell flat to the ground, Lin Fan's figure vanished again.

The next scene would be too damaging to his image—he couldn't let anyone see it.

At that moment, Lin Fan grabbed Ling Ao's legs, lifted them, and spread them apart.

In that instant, a brilliant light flashed in Lin Fan's eyes, and an earth-shattering aura erupted.

"Deadly Chain Stomp."

Now invisible, Lin Fan raised his right leg fiercely and launched a violent assault on Ling Ao's crotch.

Fast!

Accurate!

Fierce!

Rapid, without a hint of hesitation—this move was flawless, leaving no opening.

"Bang... bang."

A piercing sound reached everyone's ears, and the entire ground trembled violently.

In an instant, after dozens of high-speed chain stomps, Lin Fan grabbed Ling Ao by the hair and flung him into the distance.

"Hmph, the proud disciple of the Sealing Heaven Sect is nothing special..." At this moment, Lin Fan clasped his hands behind his back, his expression unchanged as he spoke calmly.

Everything happened so quickly that no one had even a moment to prepare.