Super War God in the City

Accompanied by Ling Fan's cold warning and threat, the peak masters in the stands slowly regained their senses from the shock.

"How did this youngster escape the Song of the Netherworld just now? I seem, I didn't even see him move, this speed, is it actually so fast that it could elude my eyes?" Lu Hongshuo, having recovered, said with a face full of shock.

"He... seemed unaffected by that sound..." Liang Cheng'en muttered nervously.

"No, he must have been affected, but at the last moment, he broke free from the influence of that sound!" Jia Qingsheng said in a grave tone.

Just now, Ling Fan indeed was affected, but in the nick of time, he used his Divine Skill, the Star Shifting Technique!

This Divine Skill, which might not have successfully activated before, could now be deployed at will, although it still consumed a great deal of Origin Force.

This is a Divine Skill associated with the Golden Crow Dao Body and technically, it belongs to a type of spatial traversal.

However, as his Cultivation is still weak, he could only achieve something akin to Teleportation over a very short distance.

Thus, coupled with the clever use of Gui Xu Dance, he deceived everyone's eyes, and that which Ruan Yulong hit was merely a Shadow Clone.

Ruan Yulong, whose psyche was on the verge of collapse, was jolted by Ling Fan's icy voice, causing his dislocated soul to gradually return to its place, and the blurry scene before him slowly became clear once more.

Finally, his gaze focused intently on a figure before him—it was Ling Fan.

"Kid, I, Ruan Yulong, swear that you're dead!" Ruan Yulong's eyes reddened like a bloodthirsty lone wolf staring at Ling Fan, and he said gritting his teeth, word by word.

He was, in the Witchcraft Sect, an unmatched genius who had risen directly to prominence; when had he ever suffered such a blow and humiliation? Moreover, to have an arm chopped off by someone!

In that instant just now, he was nearly driven to madness, but it was Ling Fan's indifferent voice that ignited infinite hatred and murderous intent within him.

It was this intense hatred that pulled him back from the brink of the abyss he was about to slip into.

With the end of the Song of the Netherworld, the lower Cultivation Witch Disciples also gradually regained consciousness.

However, when these individuals woke from their stupor, they were instantly petrified by the scene before them.

"What... what just happened?" One asked, looking at the severed arm on the ground and Ruan Yulong with a sword pressed against his neck, utterly dumbfounded.

Everyone who had just regained their thoughts shared this question, failing to understand how, in the blink of an eye, such a drastic change had occurred.

Wei Yuanjie and others were completely lost for words; everything Ling Fan displayed continually refreshed their awareness.

Every glimmer of hope they held ultimately led them to an indescribable disappointment.

Dong Weiyue was truly petrified this time, her face pallid beyond concealment, her heart as though ruthlessly squeezed, as if suffocating.

"How can he be so strong that Ruan Yulong has no power to fight back against him?" Dong Weiyue clenched her lips tightly, her chest heaving violently.

Dong Tianyi, who had been internally cursing madly a moment ago, now appeared utterly depleted, as if his energy had been completely drained, lacking any of the excitement or fervor he had earlier.

The surrounding individuals, devastated in defeat, felt a chill in their hearts, and the flames of vengeance within them were extinguished.

Ling Fan's strength had exceeded all their imaginations.

"Heh, to think you dare to be so arrogant in my grasp, pretending to be tough?" Ling Fan swept his eyes over Ruan Yulong, disdainfully saying.

If not for Zihan's sake, this sword would have already been swung.

At this point, did Ruan Yulong even have a head left to speak to him?

"Kid, if you dare to kill me, just try it. I guarantee that you, and the entire Wushen Lineage, will join me in death, hahaha, go ahead, try killing me!" Ruan Yulong suddenly became ferocious, laughing wildly with his face turned to the sky.

Hearing this, Lan Zihan's face contorted with conflict. She really did not want Ling Fan to kill Ruan Yulong as it would definitely sever ties with Di Jiang Peak completely!

Currently, Ling Fan having severed Ruan Yulong's arm was already enough to leave her trembling with shock.

"If Ruan Yulong were to die, the skies of the Witchcraft Sect would change drastically. From a perspective of interest, I actually look forward to this youngster killing Ruan Yulong!"

"However, he certainly wouldn't dare. Just incapacitating his arm is already shocking and unconventional. We need not act; Di Jiang alone could claim his life!" Dong Yanghua recovered from his shock and spoke indifferently.

However, Ling Fan's way of acting was beyond his prediction. Just as Dong Yanghua finished speaking, the figure of Ling Fan moved.

"Bang!"

In the incredulous stares of everyone present, Ling Fan kicked Ruan Yulong's stomach.

This kick showed no mercy, and following a muffled, thunderous sound, Ruan Yulong, with a grimace of a cold smile, violently spat out blood, and his body shot toward Hou like a bolt of lightning.

Along the way, countless Witch Disciples and architectural decorations were sent flying.

Ruan Yulong, who was sent flying, had his eyes bulging and felt True Essence Power draining rapidly from his Dantian, rendering his entire mind in chaos.

This had indeed resulted in Ling Fan crippling his cultivation.

"Hmph, your pride is worthless in my eyes. If not for the Saintess's sake, just for the fact that you attempted to kill me earlier, you'd already be a dead man!" Ling Fan slowly withdrew his foot and coldly huffed.

Lan Zihan was about to say something, but upon hearing Ling Fan's words, she opened her mouth and did not know what to say.

The guy had said it himself—he had only crippled the cultivation, not taken a life, all because of her. What more could she say? There was simply nothing to say!

Ling Fan's kick not only crippled Ruan Yulong's cultivation but also shattered the pride and dignity of everyone present.

The top young genius of the entire Witchcraft Sect appeared so vulnerable in front of Ling Fan!

Not only did the involved party have a mental breakdown, but even the ordinary Witchcraft Sect disciples watching the excitement felt their morale plummeting well below the baseline.

Accompanied by a rumbling noise, Ruan Yulong finally stopped after crashing through a wall.

However, by then, Ruan Yulong was like a walking corpse, his eyes vacant. The once number one genius of the Witchcraft Sect had completely turned into a cripple.

Ling Fan glanced at him indifferently and then chose to ignore him; in his eyes, such a person was nothing but an ant.

Afterwards, as Ling Fan looked around, everyone who met his gaze involuntarily lowered their heads, not daring to make eye contact.

Eventually, Ling Fan's gaze swept over the stands and settled on Dong Yanghua.

"I heard you harbor a rebellious heart and plan to revolt," Ling Fan declared in front of all the Witchcraft Sect disciples, making a shocking statement.

This matter, although well known within the Witchcraft Sect, was not something to be discussed openly.

Now being publicly exposed by Ling Fan, Dong Yanghua's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly regained a bit of clarity, almost blurting out an agreement.

A rebellion was certain, but not in those terms. A more honorable phrasing would be to act for heaven, where power does not align with virtue.

Dong Yanghua clenched his fists, his eyes narrowed, and he inwardly cursed, "Almost fell for the trap. Could this be a strategy from Wushen Peak?"

Ling Fan sneered internally, knowing this guy would not dare to openly agree just yet. Observing his expression, it seemed he was not fully ready for the rebellion, making things clear in Ling Fan's mind.

Now that today's incident had escalated to this point, and with Lan Xingyuan in seclusion, it was an opportunity to probe the opponent's limits and see if he was ready to revolt immediately; this would help him to better arrange his plans.

"Who injured my son, come out and face death immediately! If Yuan Bai is even slightly harmed, no matter who it is, I will make sure you die without a place for burial!" Just at this moment, a furious roar rolled in from afar.