In the tea garden, everyone was shocked beyond measure.
In such a short time, two peak Cloud Heaven elders were killed by the man before them, striking fear into the onlookers.
Step, step…
A cold gaze and astonishing killing intent forced Yin Shitian and Huangpu Han to retreat several steps.
“Kill them!”
Li Yunyang shouted from behind.
“You, what are you doing!?”
Yin Shitian yelled while backing away.
“Nothing much, just killing you!”
Tian Fan said coldly, his golden hand striking out, sending Yin Shitian flying far away, coughing up blood. He despised both of them intensely.
“And you!”
Tian Fan roared, stepping forward, his Yin-Yang Sword slashing down.
Boom!
Huangpu Han, a peak Cloud Heaven powerhouse, wasn’t as pathetic as Yin Shitian. He erupted in red light, a crimson energy blade forming in his hand. Strange rod-like objects appeared, hurtling toward Tian Fan.
“Hmph…”
Tian Fan snorted, his Five Elements Array flying back, deflecting them far away to crash into the ground. His golden hand struck again.
Bang!
Huangpu Han swung a red fist in response, but the outcome was grim. He was sent flying, his right fist shattered, bones exposed.
“Huangpu Han, we had no grudge, yet you repeatedly framed and ambushed me. Let’s see who can save you today!” Tian Fan sneered, advancing.
“Heh, you can’t kill me!” Huangpu Han retorted with a mocking expression, pulling a gray scroll from his chest.
“Not good!”
Tian Fan, startled, rushed forward.
“See you!”
Huangpu Han smirked at Tian Fan, tearing open the scroll. A silver glow burst out, enveloping him, and he vanished instantly.
“What happened?”
“That’s a spatial scroll! Worthy of an ancient martial family heir—he carried such a treasure! It’s a rare positioning teleportation array, priceless even with vast wealth. He’s likely back at the Huangpu family now!”
Knowledgeable onlookers recognized it—a spatial positioning scroll, a small teleportation array, a highly valuable item.
“What, what are you doing?”
Yin Shitian retreated, trembling under Tian Fan’s icy stare.
“What do you think?”
Tian Fan’s expression was cold. His golden hand struck, sending Yin Shitian flying dozens of yards, blood splattering.
“Little beast, you won’t be smug for long! The Yin-Yang Sect’s army is coming—you can’t escape!”
Yin Shitian spat blood, glaring venomously at Tian Fan.
Bang!
Tian Fan responded with a slap, deforming Yin Shitian’s face.
“You!”
Bang!
Yin Shitian roared in humiliation. Tian Fan wasn’t aiming to kill instantly—otherwise, his physical strength could crush Yin Shitian with one blow.
“Everyone, save me! If I become Yin-Yang Sect Leader, I’ll make you all guest elders!”
Yin Shitian pleaded, clutching his face, but no one dared step forward. Joking aside, this man even killed a Sword Immortal Sect heir—approaching was suicide.
“Haha, Yin Shitian, you despicable wretch, this is your end!”
Li Yunyang laughed, joining the others forward.
“Junior Brother, don’t kill him. He’s the Yin-Yang Sect Leader’s favorite son. Killing him will cause trouble.”
Sun Yueying worried. The sect leader, a Primordial Mystery Realm powerhouse, adored Yin Shitian. His death might provoke personal retaliation, and Tian Fan couldn’t yet face such a foe.
“Xiao Fan, this…”
Li Yunyang hesitated too.
“Haha, Tian, let me go, and all’s negotiable. I’ll pretend nothing happened and make Father stop hunting you. He dotes on me most.”
Hearing Sun Yueying, Yin Shitian perked up, standing with a forced, ugly smile.
“Pfft…”
A golden hand answered, smacking his face, sending him crashing into a wall.
“You!”
Yin Shitian, furious, hadn’t expected Tian Fan to strike again.
“If you dare hit me again, I won’t let it go!”
Bang!
Another hand struck, further warping his face.
“There’s no ‘later.’ No one can save you today.”
Tian Fan spoke calmly, chilling many. Did he dare? This was the favored son of a Primordial Mystery Realm Yin-Yang Sect Leader, notorious for protecting his own. Killing Yin Shitian would invite mad vengeance.
Yin Shitian’s expression shifted drastically. Tian Fan truly dared, unfazed by offending such a powerhouse.
“You, you’d really kill me!?”
He trembled.
“Of course. Killing a dog works too!”
Tian Fan sneered, kicking Yin Shitian dozens of yards away.
“No, don’t kill me! I swear I’ll never trouble you again!”
Yin Shitian panicked, terror on his face as Tian Fan approached.
“Sparing you defies justice!”
Tian Fan replied coldly, picking up a spear and thrusting it through Yin Shitian’s chest, piercing him.
“Ah!”
Yin Shitian screamed in agony.
“Farewell, Yin Shitian. Let your soul rest here!”
Tian Fan shouted, hurling the spear. The golden weapon streaked like lightning, piercing the sky with dazzling light, pinning Yin Shitian to a nearby ridge.
Yin Shitian wailed, blood flowing, unable to move. His cries echoed long before fading into silence. Thus, Yin Shitian died, paying dearly for his past actions.
The golden spear quivered, gleaming under the sun with a chilling aura, like a war god’s weapon, unshakable.
Blood dripped to the ground, a faint sound that shook hearts. Everyone was stunned, terrified. This man dared kill a Primordial Mystery Realm powerhouse’s son without hesitation.
Time seemed to stop, space froze, a chill piercing the tea garden. All were petrified!
Tian Fan’s unmatched physique and divine strength hurled Yin Shitian hundreds of yards, nailing him to the ridge, blood staining the slope.
“Son of God, too terrifying…”
After a long pause, a cultivator sighed.
“Junior Brother, you…”
Even Sun Yueying and the others were shocked by Tian Fan’s boldness.
“Good kill! Such a man deserves death—justice demands it!”
Li Yunyang cheered, ready to face any consequences together.
Boom!
Suddenly, a loud noise came from outside, powerful auras approaching, alarming many cultivators.
They were strong, terrifying.
“They’re here?”
Tian Fan smirked, unconcerned, turning to face forward indifferently…