Chapter 276: The Fall of the Three Little Kings, Ling Qingzhu's Shock!
BOOM!
The massive claw strike from the Vermilion Bird slammed violently into Yuan Cang's chest, unleashing a terrifying wave of Yuan Power that warped the very space around it.
RUMBLE!
Yuan Cang's body was sent flying, crashing heavily into the ground and leaving behind a crater dozens of meters deep—his body embedded in its center!
From the side, Ling Qingzhu witnessed this scene, and for the first time, her usually calm gaze flickered with emotion.
He's grown this strong… even Yuan Cang isn't his match?
RUMBLE—!
Suddenly, a thunderous boom echoed from within the crater!
Whoosh!
A bloodied and battle-worn figure shot out, bursting with killing intent—it was Yuan Cang!
"To push me this far... Lin Fan, you're the first in the Eastern Xuan Region's younger generation!"
His voice was icy and cold, saturated with murderous rage. Behind him, Yuan Power surged like a raging sea, and the killing intent in his eyes became almost tangible.
Lin Fan looked up calmly. He noticed that a glowing mystic sigil had appeared on Yuan Cang's forehead, pulsing with dazzling light.
"Emperor Scripture: Heaven's Origin Hand!"
Yuan Cang roared and thrust his hand forward. In an instant, a colossal palm formed from Yuan Power—hundreds of meters wide—materialized behind him, radiating devastating energy.
The moment the giant hand took form, it hurtled toward the Vermilion Bird like a bolt of lightning.
BOOM!
The fiery illusion of the Vermilion Bird and Yuan Cang's giant hand collided in midair, unleashing an earth-shattering explosion. The Vermilion Bird let out a screech before shattering into a rain of flames.
Yuan Cang's Yuan Power hand crumbled shortly after.
"Spirit Mark…"
Ling Qingzhu's eyes sharpened the moment she saw the glowing symbol on Yuan Cang's forehead, and she whispered to herself with a hint of concern.
On the other side of the battlefield, Ling Zhen, who was fighting Lin Dong, smiled faintly as he saw Yuan Cang unleash the Spirit Mark.
"He's finally using it, huh? Seems the fight is almost over."
Then he looked at Lin Dong and sneered.
"In that case, it's time to end ours too. Spiritual Emperor Scripture: Spiritual Pulse Calamity Finger!"
His Yuan Power surged like a tidal wave as a terrifying attack descended toward Lin Dong.
"Heaven-Earth Grand Array, Reverse Flow!"
Lin Dong's expression turned solemn, and he unleashed his trump card—the Heaven-Earth Grand Array.
…
Back at the central battlefield—
"Tell me—how would you like to die?"
Yuan Cang dusted off his torn robes as he stared coldly at Lin Fan.
"I already told you—you're the one who'll die," Lin Fan replied calmly.
Whoosh!
Just as Lin Fan finished speaking, the space in front of him twisted suddenly.
A shadowy figure lunged forward at lightning speed—Yuan Cang, his iron sword aimed straight for Lin Fan's throat, radiating deadly sword intent.
Yet Lin Fan remained composed. With a flick of both sleeves, his hands clutched the air.
In that moment, the space before him twisted violently—transforming into a massive space-forged broadsword!
BOOM!
The spatial broadsword materialized in Lin Fan's grip and came crashing down with immense force, colliding head-on with Yuan Cang's iron sword.
CLANG!
A piercing screech rang out. The spatial broadsword, gleaming with silver light, exuded an unmatched sharpness—so sharp it could rip through space itself!
The broadsword struck Yuan Cang's blade from the tip downward, cleaving it in two.
Then, without losing momentum, it continued its path straight toward Yuan Cang!
Sensing the terrifying killing intent embedded within the blade, Yuan Cang's expression finally changed. He swiftly retreated, activating his Spirit Mark once more.
A tidal wave of Yuan Power exploded from within him, forming a hundred-meter-tall Yuan Power projection behind his back.
A heavy pressure descended from the sky.
"Emperor Scripture: Emperor's Avatar!"
With a cold, low chant, Yuan Cang raised his fingers again.
BOOM!
The Yuan Power giant behind him raised its hand and unleashed a world-shattering blast that surged toward the incoming spatial broadsword!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Terrifying waves of energy erupted, shredding the very air. Thunderous roars echoed across the heavens.
Just the aftermath of the collision fractured the earth. On the stone altar below, glowing stone pillars were shattered one by one!
CRACK!
Suddenly, the spatial broadsword cleaved through Yuan Cang's defense—shattering the Emperor's Avatar and all of his counterattacks!
"NO—!!"
Yuan Cang's voice rang out in despair—
The next moment, the sword split him in half.
AAAHHH!
His nascent spirit, and even the one he carried—Lei Qian's nascent spirit—screamed in unison, trying to escape as two streaks of golden light.
"Spatial Prison."
Lin Fan murmured, activating the Spatial Ancestral Symbol again. Two invisible cages slammed down, trapping both nascent spirits.
"Lin Fan! Let us go—do you want to ignite a war between Yuan Gate and Dao Sect?!"
Yuan Cang's nascent spirit shrieked, both angry and terrified.
"That no longer concerns you," Lin Fan said flatly, capturing both spirits in his hand.
After a moment's thought, he chose not to destroy them immediately.
Instead, he stored them for later—he planned to erase their consciousness and absorb them to strengthen his own spirit.
Ling Qingzhu stood still, watching the entire thing unfold.
She saw Yuan Cang, despite using his Spirit Mark, still fall under Lin Fan's blade.
She could no longer suppress the tremor in her heart.
What on earth had Lin Fan gone through in these five years?
How could he have grown this fast?
Her heart stirred as she imagined the suffering he must have endured to reach such heights.
Of course, if Lin Fan knew what she was thinking, he'd probably laugh.
After all, there had been no "suffering." He just had a really powerful cheat.
After finishing off Yuan Cang, Lin Fan casually stored his spatial pouch—and also took his Spirit Mark for himself.
Then he turned to observe the ongoing battle between Lin Dong and Ling Zhen.
Even though Lin Dong had used the Heaven-Earth Grand Array, he was clearly still at a disadvantage.
Ling Zhen was too strong, and his techniques were refined.
But when he saw Yuan Cang fall, Ling Zhen's fighting spirit shattered. He clearly wanted to escape.
Unfortunately for him, escaping from Lin Dong wasn't that easy anymore.
"Stasis!"
Lin Fan raised his hand, forming a subtle seal and speaking a nearly inaudible word.
In that instant, Ling Zhen's fleeing figure froze in place.
Lin Dong immediately seized the opportunity. His Dragon Yuan Wheel slashed forward—cutting Ling Zhen's throat cleanly.
Thus, the legendary Three Little Kings of Yuan Gate—were completely annihilated.
BOOM!
Just as Lin Fan, Lin Dong, and the others were catching their breath, a terrifying explosion suddenly erupted nearby.
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