Chapter 996: Are You Convinced?

The Heaven and Earth Sect Grand Competition was a grand event.

Countless disciples had been waiting for this moment, none knew how long.

That the situation had developed to this point was something no one had expected.

The inner and outer disciples all stopped what they were doing, staring intently at the martial stage ahead.

Of the two figures there, one was the first divine son, Dao Wentian.

The other was an inner disciple.

The divine sons seated on the platform laughed and discussed among themselves.

"This fellow is simply courting death, daring to challenge Senior Brother Dao Wentian."

"Everyone in the sect knows that among the divine sons, Dao Wentian is the strongest; even some True Immortal realm elders dare not claim they can defeat him."

"This kid says he'll suppress him in one move—utterly ridiculous."

Ling Wuzun had now lost all face; being suppressed by an inner disciple was a disgrace he could never wash away in his lifetime.

He had even become a laughingstock.

And now the figure on the martial stage was the one Ling Wuzun hated most.

"Senior Brother Dao Wentian, you must kill this bastard!" Ling Wuzun cried inwardly. Even if he didn't kill him, he should suppress him like a dog.

Li Qing looked at the figure on the stage and was momentarily stunned.

"Elder, Senior Brother Lin..." Li Qing didn't know what to say.

He knew Senior Brother Lin was strong, stronger than the divine sons, but facing Dao Wentian, he felt it was uncertain.

This Dao Wentian ranked fourth on the True Immortal Candidate List, extraordinary in strength, not to be underestimated.

Even Elder Qingyangzi could not last three moves against him.

How much of a chance did Senior Brother Lin have?

Qingyangzi now clenched his fists, his expression grave, his chest as if holding a breath, his face flushed red, his eyes fixed on the figure standing unmoved against the wind.

"Hmph, a mere glow of a grain dares to vie with the sun and moon." Dao Wentian looked at the inner disciple before him, his voice cold, his expression proud, as if he didn't take Lin Fan seriously.

Lin Fan had originally not wanted to contend for these titles within the sect.

His goal was to continuously improve his strength and become a top-tier powerhouse.

Joining a sect meant having a backing, but now, Lin Fan had no choice but to act.

Lin Fan hadn't expected Qingyangzi to care so much about him, firmly believing he was a peerless genius who should become a divine son of the sect. Though he only ended up as an inner disciple, Qingyangzi, fearing he might be displeased, used his own contribution points to exchange for things so Lin Fan could enjoy the treatment of a divine son.

And now, Qingyangzi was being bullied.

So what if he proved himself?

Originally wanting to keep a low profile and make a fortune, now he would let everyone know his capabilities.

Lin Fan looked calmly at Dao Wentian, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "One move."

Bang!

In an instant, Lin Fan's figure vanished from the spot.

The surrounding disciples were greatly startled; they couldn't find Lin Fan's figure at all.

After merging "One Step to Heaven" and "A Hair's Breadth Apart" into a new movement technique, it became extraordinarily terrifying.

Rumble!

At that moment, a fierce pressure descended from the void.

Dao Wentian looked up, his expression changing; he hadn't expected this fellow to have some skill.

"The Great Dao is infinite, return to simplicity, the might of a single thread."

Dao Wentian roared, reciting the principles of the Great Dao, and threw a punch. Instantly, light burst forth, majestic and unparalleled, piercing through time, a torrent of power surging, causing the entire martial stage to tremble.

Some elders, seeing Dao Wentian's punch, couldn't help but marvel.

"It seems Dao Wentian has kept his cultivation at the Great Perfection of the Ancient Realm to perfect his foundation."

"This punch embodies myriad phenomena, divine abilities entering the Dao, containing the power of heaven and earth. When executed, it is grand and sweeping, with the momentum of ten thousand horses galloping. This inner disciple may find it hard to withstand."

...

"A mere inner disciple dares to fight me, Dao Wentian? You're only humiliating yourself. I won't kill you, but I'll make you remember this for life." Dao Wentian roared.

At this moment, Lin Fan's expression was calm, the power within him surging violently.

"Divine abilities entering the Dao? So what? I said I'd defeat you in one move, and I will. Kneel."

Rumble!

A palm strike, as if splitting heaven and earth, with overwhelming power, shook the entire void violently.

A heavenly might pressed down fiercely upon Dao Wentian.

"How is this possible..."

Dao Wentian was greatly alarmed, but suddenly, that palm seemed to transcend time. By the time he reacted, it was already pressing down on his head.

Crack!

Bang!

The ground split apart.

The surrounding disciples stared dumbfounded at the scene before them, their hearts as if ceasing to beat.

How could this be? Dao Wentian had lost.

And the elders, seeing the scene, suddenly stood up, each revealing expressions of shock, as if they had seen a ghost.

Dao Wentian felt as if his knees were shattering; with a thud, he knelt on the ground, while above his head, an ordinary-looking palm pressed down heavily.

Lin Fan stood there, looking down at the ant beneath his palm.

"The first divine son? Nothing more." Lin Fan's voice was calm, but like the voice of a sovereign, it shook everyone's hearts.

Li Qing was dumbfounded, his pupils as if bursting, wide open.

Su Hongchen and the others were even more terrified, their mouths agape.

Elder Qingyangzi wept tears of joy, laughing wildly.

"Haha, haha..."

The laughter echoed endlessly, filling the entire martial ground.

"This is a divine son? This is the first divine son?"

"I, Qingyangzi, brought back a disciple for the sect who suppressed the so-called first divine son in one move. This is the disciple I, the shortsighted Qingyangzi, brought back for the sect..."

...

On the seats of the divine sons, those divine sons stared in terror at the scene before them, their hearts as if frozen.

One by one, they stood up, their bodies trembling violently.

A feeling of fear filled their hearts.

Dao Wentian now felt immense shame and roared in fury.

"You bastard..."

The greatest blow was to Dao Wentian; he never expected to be suppressed by the other in one move.

And in such a humiliating manner.

"No..."

Dao Wentian roared, the unwillingness in his heart growing stronger, like a volcano about to erupt.

"I want you dead..."

At this moment, Dao Wentian roared and struggled, but the palm pressing on his head was like a great mountain, suppressing him so he couldn't resist.

"Ah!"

Dao Wentian screamed, his entire aura erupting like a storm.

"He's going to break through to the True Immortal realm!" the elders exclaimed in shock.

Instantly, the entire venue was filled with a powerful torrent of magical power.

Within Dao Wentian, the sleeping beast seemed about to awaken; a roar shook heaven and earth.

"I want you dead..."

Lin Fan glanced at him, his voice calm. "Hmph, even if you enter the True Immortal realm, so what?"

Hum!

The void trembled.

A True Immortal law coiled around Dao Wentian, its immortal aura shocking the entire audience.

"So strong! Dao Wentian, upon entering the True Immortal realm, is even more powerful than an ordinary True Immortal."

Dao Wentian's eyes were now bloodshot, his magical power surging like monstrous waves.

Everyone was immersed in shock.

But at that moment, an even more shocking scene occurred.

"True Immortal realm? So what?"

"Suppress!"

Bang!

A loud noise, earth-shattering.

Lin Fan roared, the magical power in his palm surging violently, and he slapped down directly, thoroughly suppressing Dao Wentian to the ground.

"The first divine son? Nothing more."

Lin Fan lifted his foot and kicked Dao Wentian off the stage.

In an instant, everyone stared in awe at the figure on the martial stage.

Dao Wentian, having broken through to the True Immortal realm, was still powerless to resist. Just how strong was this disciple?

How could he be so powerful?

At this moment, Lin Fan stood on the martial stage, not descending. Instead, he flicked his sleeve, looked directly at the divine sons sitting loftily on their seats, and spoke.

"I, Lin Fan, am ranked first among the divine sons. Which of you nine disagrees?"

Boom!

At that moment, the entire venue erupted.

"Speak." Lin Fan's gaze was sharp, staring at the divine platform.

At this moment, Lin Fan exuded dominance, his tone forceful, giving the divine sons no way to back down.

He was directly asking these divine sons.

Are you convinced?