Chapter 36 Lin Fan's Jealousy

On the high platform, Tu Gang's eyes nearly split from rage at this sight. He roared, "Little beast, how dare you!" The terrifying pressure of the Soul Transformation Stage erupted with a bang, and a streak of blood-colored blade light, along with his figure, lunged straight toward Xiao Ming on the stage!

Almost at the same instant Tu Gang moved, Vice Sect Master Luo Hongyi's phoenix eyes flashed with killing intent. Flames rose around her body as she prepared to intervene.

However, one graceful figure was even faster than her!

"Buzz—!"

A bone-chilling Soul Transformation pressure arrived later but struck first, appearing instantly between Tu Gang and the stage! It forcefully blocked that blood-colored rainbow!

Everyone looked over; the one who had intervened was none other than the Peak Master of Jueqing Peak—Luo Li!

She had somehow quietly appeared in the air above the edge of the stage. Her ice-blue dress fluttered without wind, and her exquisite face was covered in eternal frost. Her peach-blossom eyes were filled with coldness, and her icy gaze was locked onto the enraged Tu Gang.

"Tu Gang! By Sect rules, on the stage, life and death are determined by fate! Do you want to openly defy them?"

She released her Aura without reservation, and her Mystic Yin Body was pushed to its limit. Surging ice-blue Devilish Qi radiated a powerful, inviolable Aura! With her Soul Transformation Early Stage cultivation, she had once again forcefully blocked a wrathful strike from Tu Gang, who was at the Soul Transformation Late Stage!

Feeling Luo Li's biting killing intent and her combat power that, when fully unleashed, was barely inferior to his own, Tu Gang roared, "Luo Li! He wants to kill my son! You dare stop me?!"

Luo Li didn't yield an inch, her voice icy as she said, "A duel on the stage is a matter of life and death! His skills were lacking, yet he dared to speak arrogantly; this is all his own doing! If you strike, I will surely slay you!"

Looking at the cold figure standing in the air, Xiao Ming felt a warmth in his heart. Then, thinking of something, his gaze covertly flickered toward a certain corner, and a wicked arc curled at the corner of his mouth as the killing intent in his eyes gradually receded. Looking at Tu Yu in his hand—whose eyes were rolling back and limbs were hanging limply due to the excessive Devouring Power—Xiao Ming snorted coldly. The Devouring Power abruptly stopped, and then...

"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Four tooth-aching sounds of bones snapping rang out in succession!

Xiao Ming struck like lightning, directly crushing the joints of Tu Yu's four limbs! Then, like throwing away trash, he tossed Tu Yu—who was now like a pile of mud, with most of his cultivation crippled and only half a life remaining—off the stage.

"Thud!" Tu Yu fell to the ground like a dead dog and fainted.

Without even looking at the father and son, Xiao Ming looked up at the cold and ethereal figure in the sky and smiled. "Out of consideration for being in the same Sect, I will spare his life. I have crippled his limbs as punishment."

Silence! A deathly silence!

Everyone was stunned by this act. They had thought that since Peak Master Tu had appeared, Xiao Ming would at least show some respect, but who would have thought...

On the high platform, Luo Hongyi, who was about to intervene, was first stunned by her Junior Sister's protective reaction. Then, a playful smile curled on her lips, and she slowly withdrew her Aura, sitting back leisurely as if watching a good show.

"It seems my silly Junior Sister really treasures this disciple of hers!"

The enraged Tu Gang looked at his only son lying like a dead dog below, and then at Luo Li, who stood before him with a cold expression and boiling killing intent. He trembled with rage, his blood-red eyes nearly spitting fire. Just as he was about to ignore everything and strike at Xiao Ming, a chill crept into his heart. He inconspicuously glanced toward the Modian Pavilion, then gave Luo Li and Xiao Ming one last hard look, squeezing a sentence through his teeth: "Good! Good! A fine Xiao Ming indeed! I, Tu Gang, will remember this!"

With that, his figure flashed, and he landed below the stage, picked up the unconscious Tu Yu, and vanished in a streak of blood-light.

On the high platform, Elder Yin Gu, who had also intended to act, watched this with flickering eyes, feeling a faint unease in his heart: "Eh? Why did that Old Ghost Tu suddenly stop?" Finally, he gave Xiao Ming a deep look, and his figure slowly vanished, heading toward War Demon Peak.

On the other side of the high platform, a handsome and demonic man with waist-length white hair licked his lips, staring toward the Modian Pavilion with uncertainty in his heart: "How are those two old fellows willing to come out? Could it be..." Then, surrounded by a pink glow, he disappeared.

On the stage where Lin Fan and Zhang Xiaotian were fighting, seeing that beautiful figure standing in the air and recklessly blocking for Xiao Ming, Lin Fan's mental state was on the verge of collapse. He roared in his mind, his jealousy reaching its peak: "Fine, fine, fine! How long has it been? This bitch is already protecting him like this... This Xiao Ming must die!"

Just as Lin Fan was burning with rage and roaring inwardly, Zhang Xiaotian, who was in the middle of a fierce battle with him, seized this momentary opening!

He couldn't help but sneer, "Lin Fan! You dare to be distracted while fighting me? You're looking for death!" Although he was also shaken by Lin Fan's strength and the recent events, he reacted quickly. Seeing Lin Fan still distracted, he gave a sinister laugh and accelerated his attacks, which swept toward Lin Fan like an overwhelming tide!

"Yin Fiend Art!"

Streaks of cold energy, like venomous snakes emerging from their holes, were tricky and ruthless. In an instant, they added dozens of bone-deep wounds to Lin Fan's already blood-stained robes! Blood spurted out like a fountain, staining the stage floor a bright crimson!

"Puff—!" Caught off guard, Lin Fan's blood and Qi surged from the sudden acceleration of the offensive. His throat turned sweet, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. He stumbled back, his Aura instantly weakening significantly.

This piercing pain was like a bucket of ice water, temporarily dousing some of the jealousy clouding his mind and bringing him back to his senses from his crazed fantasies about Luo Li and Xiao Ming. However, after waking up, the humiliation and rage were doubled!

"Zhang! Xiao! Tian!" Lin Fan suddenly looked up, his eyes as red as blood, burning with a crazed killing intent that could incinerate everything! He glared fixedly at Zhang Xiaotian, who looked smug after his successful sneak attack, as if he wanted to skin this meddling ant alive!

"I originally thought your strength was decent enough to hone my swordsmanship, which is why I let you live until now. But you actually want to kill me? Hah... Die for me!"

All his rage, resentment, and jealousy found an outlet at this moment, pouring entirely onto Zhang Xiaotian! Lin Fan no longer held back, directly abandoning defense. Like a mad demon, he pushed his Devilish Qi to the limit. He only attacked and did not defend; every sword strike contained a certain-kill will and the sizzling sound of Devilish Qi. It was a completely suicidal style of trading injury for injury and life for life!

The two clashed frantically, the ringing of swords continuous. The impacting Sword Qi caused the protective light barrier around the stage to ripple repeatedly! Lin Fan was like a mad tiger, completely disregarding his own injuries as he pushed through Zhang Xiaotian's attacks, each move more ruthless than the last!

Zhang Xiaotian had originally relied on his slightly higher cultivation and the advantage of his demonic weapon to hold the upper hand. But now, facing Lin Fan's life-risking, frantic counterattack, he was suddenly thrown into a panic and forced back step by step. His luxurious silk robes were shredded, and he was covered in wounds. The smug smile on his face had long vanished, replaced by wretchedness and exasperation.

"Madman! You're a madman!" Zhang Xiaotian was both shocked and furious; he hadn't expected Lin Fan to become even more ferocious after being wounded. He wanted to temporarily avoid the onslaught, but Lin Fan clung to him relentlessly, making it impossible to escape!

After several exchanges, at the moment Zhang Xiaotian lost his composure, a fierce light erupted in Lin Fan's eyes. He charged forward with his sword while his other hand secretly gathered power. Finally, in a gap, a hand wreathed in dense Devilish Qi slammed heavily onto Zhang Xiaotian's chest!

"Great Demonic Heart Palm!"

"Puff—!"

Zhang Xiaotian felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer. His sternum instantly collapsed, and blood mixed with visceral fragments sprayed from his mouth. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, his Aura instantly plummeting to rock bottom, appearing as if he wouldn't survive.

However, Lin Fan's attack was far from over! The hostility in his heart needed a more thorough venting! His figure moved like lightning, catching up to the flying Zhang Xiaotian. Under Zhang's despairing gaze, Lin Fan's hands gripped his arms like iron pincers and gave a violent twist!

"Crack! Crack!"

The tooth-aching sound of bones snapping rang out again. Zhang Xiaotian's arms twisted at bizarre angles, his screams stopped abruptly, and he fainted from the pain.

That wasn't all! Cruel glints flickered in Lin Fan's eyes as he stomped down, ruthlessly crushing Zhang Xiaotian's knees!

"Ah—!" The intense pain woke Zhang Xiaotian from his coma again, and he let out a scream that didn't sound human.

At this moment, with all four limbs shattered and his cultivation crippled, he lay slumped on the stage like a dead dog, breathing his last.