<h4>Chapter 168 - Desperate Situation</h4>


    Chen Fan’s full-strength attack had instantly killed thete-stage, first-level Yuanfu realm Lin Tianshui, surprising Lin Zong.


    The Chen n should have been harmless rabbits at their mercy, but they turned out to be ferocious wolves, savage and cruel.


    “Chen Fan’s so strong, he killed a first-level Yuanfu realm powerhouse with one attack!”


    “I didn’t see Chen Fan killing Tan Wanshan and Liu Shan, so I didn’t really believe the rumors. But now, Ipletely believe them...”


    “That goatee elder’s aura is so scary. At the very least, his cultivation must be at the third level of the Yuanfu realm!”


    “Chen Fan can kill first-level Yuanfu, but he isn’t a match for this person.”


    “......”


    The nearby crowd gossiped among themselves.


    Considering their momentum, no one had expected the Lin n to lose a Yuanfu realm powerhouse so early. Moreover, Chen Fan killed him with just one attack.


    While that death was unexpected, the people were more worried about the fierce killing intent emanating from Lin Zong and the primeval force surging around him, their pupils shrinking violently.


    In Xuanyang City, a Qi Grandmaster was like a ruler in the people’s eyes. As for Yuanfu realm powerhouses—they were considered gods.


    Lin Zong seemed even more terrifying than a god in their eyes.


    Chen Fan’s pupils also shrank to the size of a needle tip.


    He had to use every ounce of his strength to kill a first-level Yuanfu realm expert. However, Lin Zong was far stronger than that—he was at the third level.


    Lin Zong’s aura surged, creating an oppressive force that made breathing challenging for Chen Fan. He felt like an invisible mountain was pressing down on him.


    <i>Thump! Thump! Thump!</i>


    Lin Zong advanced step by step, his aura intensifying and the pressure on Chen Fan escting.


    “Die!”


    Chen Fan’s cultivation revolved violently.


    Activating the Heaven Seizing Furnace deep within his dantian, he set the rolling magma aze, unleashing a formidable strength that shattered Lin Zong''s oppressive aura.


    “Die, you little bastard!”


    Fierce light rays shot from Lin Zong''s eyes, carrying an irresistible chilling intent—abination of his cultivation and gaze, a unique method of attack.


    While unable to cause physical harm, it momentarily halted Chen Fan''s blood cirction and disrupted the smooth flow of his qi, as if frozen by the chilling intent.


    <i>Hum... hum...</i>


    Lin Zong rubbed his palms together.


    Immediately, several icicles appeared before him, spinning violently and humming. Suddenly, they shot out like bullets, tearing through the air.


    Chen Fan roared as his power erupted. Primeval force condensed in his dantian as his three heads and six arms struck out ferociously like a huge army charging out, shaking the space.


    “Overestimating yourself!” Lin Zong said disdainfully.


    He waved his hand, transforming his primeval force into an ice pir. It broke through everything with a boom, shattering Chen Fan’s three heads and six arms and hitting him heavily.


    “Pfft!”


    Chen Fan spewed out arge mouthful of blood, flying back from the impact. He even knocked down some Chen n members, giving rise to a wave of miserable screams.


    “Young Patriarch!” Wang Tieshan shouted, eyes widened in anger, and rushed toward Lin Zong with a machete in hand. His qi and mes of angerbined, emitting green smoke as if he were fuming from every orifice.


    “Nothing but an ant!”


    With a flick of his finger, Lin Zong sent a force through the machete, simultaneously piercing Wang Tieshan''s brow.


    “Uncle Wang!” Chen Fan roared furiously, feeling as if his heart were bleeding.


    Though not a member of the Chen n, Wang Tieshan had been fiercely loyal and had a close rtionship with Chen Fan.


    “Father!”


    Devastated, Wang Tieshan''s son and daughter red with endless hatred in their eyes.


    “Do it, kill them! Leave no one behind!” Lin Zong ordered coldly.


    Immediately, the three Qi Grandmasters and five eighth-level martial artists from the Lin n rushed at Chen Tianshi and the others.


    “Younger generation of Chen n, retreat. The others, join me and kill our enemies!” Chen Tianshi bellowed, channeling his cultivation and joining forces with a group of elders from the Chen n. In this dire moment, the Chen n found themselves with no avenue of retreat.


    “Kill!”


    Chen Fan also shot forth, charging Lin Zong, his cultivation revolving to the limit.


    “Chen n’s younger generation, run! Quickly run!” Chen Fan roared angrily.


    Despite his frenzied attacks, Lin Zong easily dispersed them. Moreover, his counterattacks shattered Chen Fan''s bones, making him spew blood.


    Unfortunately, he was the only one among the Chen n members even remotely capable of fighting Lin Zong. Anyone else would die nearly instantly.


    “No, we’re not leaving! We swear to live and die alongside the Chen n!”


    Chen Qingqing and the other younger n members'' eyes turned red, their determination palpable even in the face of cmity.


    “Get lost, all of you! You fools, what ‘live and die with the Chen n?!’ You’ll only get to avenge our n if you live!” A Lin n Qi Grandmaster struck Chen Tianshi, making him spew blood.


    Despite the Chen n''s numerical advantage, their strength was severelycking. Even Xiaobai, a demon beastparable to a Qi Grandmaster, could only restrain two Lin n Qi Grandmasters.


    Chen Tianshi and the others still had to deal with the third Qi Grandmaster.


    However, were Qi Grandmasters that easy to take on?


    The Chen n elders were merely at the seventh or eighth level, so even when they all worked together, they could barely hold back the Lin n Qi Grandmaster.


    Aside from these three Qi Grandmasters, the Lin n still had five people at the eighth level. They were like tigers among a herd of sheep. The Chen n’s experts and private troops fell one after another in a pool of blood.


    “You should also leave, Young Patriarch. You’re our Chen n’s greatest hope. Anyone from our n can die, but you must not!”


    “Thinking of escaping?” Lin Zongughed coldly, delivering a palm strike that sent Chen Fan flying. He then threw a punch at the n’s younger generation, making the space tremble and the air resonate.


    Confronted with Lin Zong''s formidable punch, the young descendants of the Chen n found themselves immobilized, unable to move or dodge under the overwhelming aura. They could only helplessly await the oing force as if resigned to their fate.


    “Damn it, your opponent is me!”


    Furious, Chen Fan activated the Wings of Rain Dragon and swiftly appeared in front of the force unleashed by Lin Zong''s punch. He met the attack head-on with his chest.


    <i>Bang!</i>


    Chen Fan’s protective primeval force was blown apart, and his chest caved in from the punch.


    “Flying martial art!”


    Lin Zong’s eyes lit up when he saw the Wings of Rain Dragon.


    “Little bastard, hand over the flying martial art you’re practicing, and I can let your Chen n’s younger generation go. Refuse, and I''ll make you witness their deaths before your eyes!”