Chapter 349: The Death of a Revolving Wheel Expert!
Shhh shhh…
Countless spatial blades slashed down, each one slicing into Wu Xuan's body, producing sharp, sickening sounds of flesh being carved apart.
Yet, Wu Xuan was a genuine Revolving Wheel Stage powerhouse. The Stillness Divine Talisman's time-locking effect only lasted a fraction of a second against someone of his level.
As the blades descended, Wu Xuan broke free—his body surged with power the moment the first blade struck.
"YOU DESERVE TO DIE!!"
Wu Xuan's eyes turned bloodshot. Roaring with fury, he spat out a mouthful of blood and disappeared in a flash of speed so fast it seemed like teleportation.
In the blink of an eye, he reappeared several hundred meters away.
But his appearance now was far removed from his former elegance. Hair disheveled, face pale, his black robes were torn and tattered. He looked like a beggar crawling out of a pit.
His body was riddled with deep wounds that shimmered faintly with spatial energy. Even with his immense regeneration, the injuries refused to close.
One particularly gruesome sight—his entire left arm and shoulder had been completely obliterated, reduced to particles by the spatial blades.
Swish!
A shadow flashed. The Devouring Heaven Corpse reappeared in front of Wu Xuan, raising the Devouring Blade and swinging down with monstrous force.
The terrifying blade sliced through space itself, falling toward Wu Xuan like death's own guillotine.
"Today's events—this seat will never forget!!"
Wu Xuan's pupils shrank. He roared and flung his bloodied right arm. The air twisted violently, and a spatial passage began to form.
"Stillness."
Before he could escape, Lin Fan appeared mere meters from him, forming a complex hand seal and whispering two chilling syllables.
A strange ripple of power spread across the battlefield. Wu Xuan's body froze again—an imperceptible pause, but one that was real.
In that fleeting instant, the Devouring Heaven Corpse's blade slammed into Wu Xuan!
As motion returned to him, Wu Xuan tried to react—but it was too late.
With a monstrous crack, the black blade cleaved him in half at the waist.
BOOM!
Wu Xuan's lower body exploded into blood mist, scattering across the sky.
"ARGHHH!!"
A pained scream escaped his lips. Not only was half his body gone, but he also felt a horrifying power gnawing away at his essence—devouring his Yuan Power, his soul, and his very life force.
Desperately, he tried to escape again—only to discover that the spatial passage he had opened was already destroyed.
That was Lin Fan's doing.
Having deeply studied the Spatial Ancestral Symbol, Lin Fan's mastery of spatial power had become unparalleled. Destroying a portal with a single thought was well within his capabilities.
Wu Xuan had no time for threats now. He gritted his teeth and tried once again to tear open space.
Whoosh!
At that moment, a beam of black lightning blasted from behind and pierced straight through his back—shattering his heart.
He struggled to look over his shoulder, only to see a figure that looked identical to Lin Fan standing behind him, eyes devoid of emotion.
"You…"
His mouth opened, but only a single word emerged.
BOOM!
Wu Xuan's upper body exploded into a shower of flesh and blood. A rain of gore fell from the sky, dyeing the sea crimson.
Yet, his soul hadn't been destroyed. A flickering golden wisp darted from the remains, trying to flee.
Swish!
A flying dagger, forged entirely of spiritual energy, sliced through the air and struck the escaping soul directly in the forehead.
BOOM!
The soul collapsed into mist.
That was the God-Slaying Flying Dagger, formed from Lin Fan's enhanced soul power. As his strength had grown, so too had the dagger's lethality.
The figure behind Wu Xuan had been Lin Fan's first clone, created using the One Qi Transforms to Three Purities technique.
In his heavily injured state, Wu Xuan was wide open. The clone's attack—amplified by the Thunder Ancestral Symbol's black lightning ability—had finished the job.
Huff…
Lin Fan exhaled deeply and retracted his clone, the Devouring Heaven Corpse, and Wu Xuan's Qiankun pouch.
Even he felt drained.
Though the fight had lasted only moments, Lin Fan had gone all out, using every trump card he possessed.
"Killing a Revolving Wheel expert… really isn't easy."
"It shouldn't be," came a voice from behind.
CRASH!
From the ocean below, a towering tsunami suddenly rose, parting to reveal a figure standing atop the wave.
The man was garbed in blue, his robes rippling in the wind. His features were sharp and noble, his eyes a piercing sea-blue, and they seemed to hold the depth of the ocean.
Lin Fan turned slowly. "And you are?"
He had an idea, but didn't drop his guard. Better to be cautious.
"Third Grandpa!"
From afar, Mu Lingshan cried out joyfully, waving at the man.
Her voice confirmed Lin Fan's guess.
This was Mu Lan, Third Elder of the Undying Whale Clan.
Lin Dong quickly joined them, watching as Lingshan ran to Mu Lan's side and tugged on his sleeve.
"Third Grandpa! Why didn't you come earlier? I almost got killed by that jerk Wu Xuan!"
Mu Lan chuckled and ruffled her hair. "You ran off without a word. Now you know it's dangerous, huh?"
"I was just about to step in," he continued, "but who could have guessed this little brother here would not only hold off Wu Xuan—but kill him outright?"
Mu Lan looked at Lin Fan with thinly veiled shock.
He was a Revolving Wheel Stage expert himself—on par with Wu Xuan. The fact that Lin Fan had slain someone of that level was astonishing.
Sure, Lin Fan had relied on outside tools, but in real battle, such distinctions didn't matter. What mattered was who lived—and who didn't.
"Too boring at home," Lingshan pouted, then smiled and pointed. "That's Brother Lin Fan, and that's Brother Lin Dong. They've saved me so many times!"
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