Chapter 474: Clash of Heaven's Chosen, The World Falls Silent!
Tian Yuanzi let out a strange smile and said, "Zhou Tong, your master has lost his calm. As his disciple, why don't you teach him a lesson in how to stay composed?"
Whoosh!
As soon as his voice fell, Zhou Tong shot forward like a ghost, appearing instantly in front of Ying Xuanzi. His palm grasped outward, warping space itself until it condensed into a tangible force.
BOOM!
Ying Xuanzi's fierce attack slammed into the twisted space barrier—only to be repelled with a deafening shockwave.
Zhou Tong stepped forward again, his figure flickering as he reappeared before Ying Xuanzi. A single finger thrust forward—so fast it seemed to pierce through space itself, aiming straight for his master's forehead.
"Father!"
In the distance, Ying Xiaoxiao and the others cried out as Ying Xuanzi fell into danger within just two exchanges.
Shing!
Zhou Tong's silver-glowing fingertip was sharp as a blade.
Just as it was about to land on Ying Xuanzi's forehead, a swirling black vortex suddenly appeared and swallowed the strike whole, letting out a screeching noise.
The energy held out for a while, but the vortex ultimately consumed the attack and vanished with a tremor.
Zhou Tong staggered back several steps, visibly shaken.
In that moment, Lin Fan's figure silently appeared in front of Ying Xuanzi.
"…That's the power of the Space Ancestral Symbol."
Watching from the side, Lin Dong's eyes narrowed slightly, whispering mentally to the spirit of the Ancestral Stone.
"It is. There's no other monster like Lin Fan in this world," the Ancestral Stone Spirit replied calmly.
Lin Dong nodded, his gaze flickering as he looked toward Zhou Tong.
"Master, Zhou Tong is no longer himself. Let me handle this," Lin Fan said gently to Ying Xuanzi.
Ying Xuanzi's fists were clenched tightly. After a long pause, he gave a slow, aged nod. "I was reckless…"
"Don't worry, Master. I'll make those Yuan Gate dogs pay," Lin Fan said, eyes already locked onto the three Yuan Gate masters with killing intent.
"…I'll leave it to you." Ying Xuanzi's voice was low. He knew now that the situation was beyond his ability to control.
Especially when facing Zhou Tong, he couldn't bear to go all out.
"Heh, if you don't deal with Zhou Tong, he won't let you strike at Yuan Gate anyway," Tian Yuanzi said with a laugh. "Looks like today's the perfect chance for everyone to enjoy a civil war within Dao Sect."
"Shut it, old dog! You've no right to speak on Dao Sect's matters. Focus on your Yuan Gate—for today, it will be destroyed!"
Lin Fan's icy voice rang out, brimming with murderous intent.
"Is that so?"
Tian Yuanzi's eyes sharpened as he waved his sleeve. "Zhou Tong, this is Lin Fan, the one who rose after you in Dao Sect. They say he surpasses even your former glory. Why not test that yourself?"
"Better yet—if you kill him, that would be ideal."
But Zhou Tong didn't move. In his silver-lit eyes, a chaotic light flickered violently.
"Still resisting? Foolish."
Tian Yuanzi snorted, his palm clenching. A gray mist surged in Zhou Tong's eyes, quickly swallowing the silver glow.
Zhou Tong's body trembled violently. Sweat poured down his pale face. Blood leaked from the corner of his mouth. His teeth were clenched tightly—his expression twisted in pain.
The gray mist eroded his remaining will. His consciousness was rapidly being consumed.
"Lin… Lin Fan… kill… me…"
Zhou Tong's hoarse, broken voice rasped from his lips as the last silver glimmers in his eyes flickered.
Lin Fan stared at the once-proud genius of Dao Sect—now reduced to this—and murderously cold light surged in his dark eyes.
"Zhou Tong… I swear, everyone in Yuan Gate will die for this."
"…Thank you…"
A faint smile surfaced on Zhou Tong's face—grateful, relieved.
Then, the last trace of silver light vanished.
His face turned expressionless. His spirit, gone. He now stood like a soulless puppet.
Ying Xuanzi trembled uncontrollably.
"…Send him off," he said with a wave of his hand, his eyes shut tight.
Lin Fan nodded. He didn't plan to hold back anyway.
Letting Zhou Tong live like this would only be a form of torture.
Lin Fan had already decided—he would obliterate Zhou Tong's body, then use the Ancestral Stone to preserve his soul. One day, Zhou Tong might be reborn.
"Forgive me, Senior Brother Zhou Tong."
Lin Fan cupped his fists solemnly. Then, his aura surged, and in that instant, he became like a drawn sword—unstoppable.
Zhou Tong didn't react. His body began to glow faintly with silver light, distorting the space around him.
Shhhk!
With one step, he pierced space and reappeared behind Lin Fan. His hand turned into a razor-sharp spatial blade, stabbing toward Lin Fan's back.
But Lin Fan didn't meet it head-on. Instead, he stepped into Yuan Gate.
In the blink of an eye, he vanished—and appeared within the sect's territory.
RIP!
Zhou Tong's blade missed but tore through space itself, letting out a shrill tearing sound.
Buzz!
Zhou Tong, still emotionless, warped again and appeared overhead.
From his sleeves, ten fingers danced—launching a rain of blinding spatial blades down like a deadly storm.
Every single blade was forged from condensed spatial power—beautiful, but unimaginably lethal.
"Excellent!"
Lin Fan laughed aloud. His ten fingers flicked—returning the volley with his own spatial blades.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In an instant, the entire sky was filled with glittering blades. The howling winds and piercing sounds made everyone's ears ring.
Watching the breathtaking and terrifying duel, everyone fell silent.
Each blade could tear apart a Reincarnation expert—and now, the sky was filled with them.
It was a battle that made the world hold its breath.
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