192: Chapter 191: Alien Warrior! Chen Lin, the Great Villain!

"Damn!"

"I actually ran into an alien warrior!"

Chen Lin's face darkened.

Did these people not recognize his father? Or was his assessment wrong? Was his father not some big shot, but just an illiterate temp worker? Damn, isn't that a disaster?

Thinking of this, Chen Lin couldn't help but lose his composure.

Below, ghost energy surged. Many Ghost Generals were furious.

In their eyes, being shouted away by Chen Lin was already a humiliation. Now, Chen Lin had chased them all the way to their home base.

Wait… does Chen Lin really take us for kittens? You're invincible when no Saints are around, but this is our Ghost Clan Base. Can't we just gang up on you with a bunch of Life Wheels? You're getting way too arrogant.

More importantly, we have a Great Sage of the Ghost Clan sitting here!

Damn!

The Ghost General who just cursed at Chen Lin had a dark expression. Holding a Saint's talisman, he glared viciously at Chen Lin in the sky.

Unbeknownst to them, Han Tian beside him was cheering him on. What a warrior!

They say martial arts is all about recklessness, don't they? Anyone with half a brain is limited by their own prudence. But he wouldn't say that out loud. After all, why not kill Chen Lin if he could? Who told him to kill his younger brother!

"Kid, did you hear that? Your 'invincibility' is useless here!" Han Tian sneered.

Chen Lin didn't waste words, gripping his mountain-splitting axe. "Since I, Chen Lin, could come directly above your Ghost Clan Base, I can leave whenever I want."

"I'll ask you one thing: where is Uncle Zhou?"

Hearing this, Han Tian didn't doubt it. He waved his hand, and soon Zhou Tieshan was brought up.

It was exactly as Chen Lin had guessed; Zhou Tieshan was not dead, and he hadn't even been tortured. His cheeks were rosy, though his mouth was gagged.

Han Tian was the smartest of the lot; he stood on the balcony pretending to be nonchalant, telling the people below it was raining. He wouldn't dare actually torture Chen Lin's relative.

"Chen Lin, you can leave whenever you want."

"I won't stop you!"

"But, if you want to take your Uncle Zhou with you, you have to stand there and take a hit from this talisman!"

"If you survive, I, Han Tian, will accept defeat. I won't seek revenge for my brother, and I'll immediately lead my men to withdraw from Wu City and prepare a generous gift for you."

"But if you get hit and something happens, that's just you being less skilled."

"How about it?" Han Tian challenged.

Although a Saint's attack was powerful, what if Chen Lin had some magical treasure to evade it? So, Han Tian could only reason like this.

Moreover, everything he said was intended to provoke Chen Lin. In his eyes, reckless warriors like Chen Lin, who acted without regard for the law, were most afraid of being provoked.

I said it like this; can you really refuse? Just like in the storybooks. Which proud genius doesn't have a bit of arrogance? Even if it's a situation they can't handle, they'll force themselves to do it! This is what they call 'my fate is decided by me, not heaven.' Heh. Once this technique is used, let's see how you, Chen Lin, break it.

However, after hearing this, Chen Lin's expression turned cold, and he mocked, "You idiot, do you think I look like a moron?"

"Asking me to take a hit from a Saint's talisman? If you're so tough, why don't you take it?"

After saying this, Chen Lin stopped laughing and pointed at Han Tian's head. "You're quite smart, unlike that idiot holding the talisman."

"As long as my Uncle Zhou is fine, you'll be fine."

"The moment my Uncle Zhou loses a single hair, you're a dead man!"

Upon hearing this, Han Tian was shocked.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm leaving, obviously."

"What, stay here and wait for you to gang up on me?"

"Stay and wait for you to use the talisman on me?"

"Do you even know you look like an idiot when you sneer? Trying to provoke me with these mind games? What year is it? Hurry up and uninstall your trashy novels; those tropes are long outdated."

Chen Lin looked at Han Tian as if he were an idiot. Still eating while smashing the pot! But beneath his strong exterior, Chen Lin was actually panicking.

His super-brain told him he couldn't use his super-strength this time. There were too many Ghost Clan members underground; he couldn't finish them all, absolutely not.

On the other side, Han Tian looked like he had eaten feces. How did he know he read trashy novels? Damn! The trope didn't work! This guy is like a villain. No, can't let him leave!

"Second Idiot... no, Han Er! Shoot him with the talisman!" Han Tian stopped caring and shouted directly at the Ghost General beside him.

Upon hearing this, Han Er acted like a wild horse off its leash, roaring angrily.

Chen Lin's face darkened. "Han Er, what are you doing?"

Han Er: Ahhh! I don't know what I'm doing either!!!!

Damn! I hate these kinds of simpletons. You can reason with Han Tian, but this idiot...

Chen Lin was about to say something with a dark face, but Han Er had already picked up the talisman. "Die!" He said, about to activate it.

But at this critical moment— The sky tore open. A giant palm, like Mount Tai, descended from the heavens!

On the other side. Wu City Municipal Building.

The originally solemn and dignified office space had been temporarily requisitioned as the frontline command center for the Ghost Clan invasion.

Figures hurried through the corridors, members of the Martial Arts Association and officials of all levels coming and going, everyone's face filled with gravity.

In the office on the far east side of the third floor, Great Saint Wang Shuran sat alone behind a large desk, holding an encrypted communicator.

She wore a smile, her temperament dignified, still maintaining that kind and approachable appearance. But in those slightly narrowed eyes, there was no warmth at all.

"Speak."

"Great Saint Wang, your subordinate is at the foot of the mountain and just saw that kid Chen Lin go up the mountain alone!" The voice on the other end of the phone was a bit hurried.

"But this kid really has some skills; he can turn into lightning and rush into the Ghost Clan Base. Those who tried to stop him couldn't stop him at all; Chen Lin is like walking into an empty courtyard!"

Turn into lightning? Great Saint Wang Shuran's mouth curled up slightly, finally shedding that kind mask, revealing a playful smile.

"What's the use of having good movement techniques?"

"Does he think he can survive after going to the Ghost Clan Base?"

"That place has a Great Sage of the Ghost Clan sitting in command; how could it tolerate his insolence?"

Hearing this, the person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment and hesitated. "Great Saint Wang, are we really not going to protect him?"

"Chen Lin is, after all, a genius of Lixian Academy, with the potential to suppress an era!"

"Shouldn't we protect someone like this, even if he is a bit arrogant?"

"Insolent." The smile on Great Saint Wang Shuran's face vanished instantly, her expression darkening.

Scenes from the battlefield flashed through her mind. She had spoken personally as a Great Saint, yet that kid had refused to even give her a polite look in front of countless people and walked away directly. She had cultivated to the realm of a Great Saint; how many people bowed their heads when they saw her? A mere Star Bridge warrior, how dare he? If it weren't for the fact that there were so many people around at the time, she would have lashed out on the spot.

"Lixian Academy genius? Leading an era?"

"Stop it. At our realm, the word 'genius' doesn't depend on talent, but on whether one survives long enough."

"Does Chen Lin have high talent? What's the use if he can't grow up?"

Great Saint Wang Shuran leaned back in her chair, her eyes as indifferent as if she were looking at an ant.

"In the thousands and tens of thousands of years of Great Xia, how many stunning geniuses have there been? There are plenty just like him. How many eventually reach the Great Saint realm?"

Speaking of this, Great Saint Wang Shuran gave her final evaluation.

"He is not a genius; he is just a... megalomaniac!"

"Save him? Why should I save him?"

"Just watch, Great Xia won't have this person anymore very soon." Great Saint Wang Shuran stated with certainty.

But as her voice fell, there was silence on the other end of the phone, followed by the subordinate shouting in shock: "I... damn..."

"The sky is torn, the sky is torn!!"

"Great Saint Wang! It's bad, a big shot of unknown identity has entered the fray!"

"Such... such a huge palm!"