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Chapter 81: Robbing Wang Yan — Lin Langtian's Fury!

With the Golden Da Luo Spear in hand, Wang Yan's aura surged to new heights, instantly becoming sharp and tyrannical!

He wasted no words—his spear trembled and swung down like a staff, aiming straight at Lin Fan!

Boom!

As the golden spear swept through the air, dozens of meters of surrounding Yuan Power exploded violently!

A massive beam of golden light, like a furious golden dragon, howled down from the sky with overwhelming might!

Seeing the terrifying strike, the crowd's expressions changed drastically. Many retreated in fear, some even fleeing out of the stone hall altogether!

Lin Dong clenched his fists, deep concern in his eyes.

Lin Fan, however, remained calm. His hands quickly formed a complex seal.

In the next moment, a massive blue handprint formed in front of him.

The imprint expanded instantly, transforming into a giant blue barrier, standing tall between him and Wang Yan's attack!

Boom!

The golden dragon crashed into the blue handprint!

Yuan Power roared as the entire stone hall shook violently!

The force swept through like a tidal wave, devastating everything—not a single spot was left intact!

When the storm subsided, all eyes turned to the hall.

Wang Yan's golden spear had been driven into Lin Fan's chest area.

But there, a blue handprint blocked its path—it couldn't pierce even a hair further!

The spectators were shaken.

Wang Yan had unleashed a full-strength attack with a high-grade spiritual weapon, while Lin Fan stood bare-handed—yet it still ended in a stalemate?!

The Wang Clan members' expressions turned dark.

What none of them knew was that, in addition to the blue handprint, Lin Fan had also relied on the Xuangang Armor, a high-grade spiritual treasure!

Wang Yan's eyes were now cold as ice. He stared at Lin Fan and growled,

"You've got some skill. No wonder you're so arrogant."

"Thanks for the compliment," Lin Fan replied with a calm smile.

In his Niwan Palace, four Life Seals began to pulse violently.

A powerful wave of spiritual energy burst forth!

Spiritual Blade!

With a thought, Lin Fan condensed that energy into an invisible blade—and sent it slashing toward Wang Yan's sea of consciousness!

"AHHH!"

Just as Wang Yan was about to taunt Lin Fan, an intense pain exploded in his mind, forcing out a pained scream!

Seizing the opportunity, Lin Fan activated the blue handprint, expanding it until it engulfed Wang Yan's golden spear, wrapping around his arm as well!

Shh! Shh! Shh!

The handprint's leading edge transformed into countless water arrows, piercing through Wang Yan's hand.

"I'll take that!"

Lin Fan grabbed the spear, trying to snatch it away!

Buzz! Buzz!

But the spear resisted fiercely—it had a spirit of its own and refused to yield.

Wang Yan quickly recovered and gripped the spear tighter.

"Damn you! Another mental attack?!"

Furious, Wang Yan threw out his other hand. Yuan Power erupted in his palm, and a blinding golden platform nearly ten meters wide materialized—then came crashing down toward Lin Fan!

Lin Fan was forced to release the spear.

He formed another seal, summoning the blue handprint again—this time, even larger!

The handprint wrapped around the massive platform.

Boom!

After a brief stalemate, the blue handprint shattered the platform completely!

And without pausing, the handprint surged forward and smashed into Wang Yan!

Wang Yan's face turned pale—he swung his golden spear to defend.

But he reacted too late.

Bang!

A heavy crash echoed as Wang Yan was slammed into the ground!

Pffft!

He coughed up blood. His face turned ashen—eyes filled with humiliation and rage.

Even the golden spear slipped from his grasp and hit the floor.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

As Wang Yan struggled to get up, three palm-sized short swords shot forward—aiming at his forehead, throat, and heart!

"Still want to fight?" Lin Fan asked calmly.

The hall was silent.

No one could believe it.

Wang Yan, armed with a high-grade spiritual treasure, had been defeated so thoroughly.

Even Lin Langtian's gaze toward Lin Fan grew heavier.

Ling Qingzhu's beautiful eyes flickered with a complex emotion.

"Let go of Brother Wang Yan!"

Wang Pan shouted in panic, seeing Lin Fan's short swords targeting vital points.

Wang Yan's face twisted. "You dare kill me? If you do, the Wang Clan will never forgive you—nor the power behind you!"

"So?"

Lin Fan's voice remained calm. "If you're dead, would any of that matter to you?"

His eyes flashed with killing intent. The short swords inched forward.

"Stop!"

Feeling the sharp pain at three vital points, Wang Yan's expression changed drastically. "What do you want?"

Lin Fan smiled.

"Simple. Give me your Qiankun pouch. I'll spare your life. That's all."

Though his background wasn't strong enough to kill Wang Yan openly, he could still make a profit.

And once they were out of the tomb—then he could kill him cleanly.

Wang Yan stayed silent for a moment, then growled,

"You're extorting me!"

"Be quick—or I end it now," Lin Fan's face darkened. The short swords pressed in.

"Take it!"

Sensing imminent death, Wang Yan gritted his teeth and tossed over the pouch.

"See? That wasn't so hard."

Lin Fan casually opened the pouch.

Two thousand Pure Yuan Pills, and a few spiritual herbs.

Not much to him—but to the Lin Clan of Yan City, this was worth more than their entire fortune.

Pocketing the loot, Lin Fan withdrew the short swords.

"Brother Wang Yan!"

The Wang Clan members rushed over.

"Hmph. Let's go."

Wang Yan grunted and left the tomb with his clan, his face twisted with rage.

The crowd watched with stunned admiration.

Once the Wang Clan was gone, Lin Fan turned to Ling Qingzhu with a smile.

"Thank you, Miss Qingzhu. Now, shall we find a quiet place for our duel?"

Ling Qingzhu's eyes flashed coldly for a moment, then she nodded, calm as ever.

"Let's go."

She turned and walked away.

Lin Fan smiled, called to Lin Dong, and prepared to follow—though he shot a mocking glance at Lin Langtian as he left.

Like he was watching a clown.

"Stop right there!"

At last, after enduring so much, Lin Langtian snapped in rage!

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