165: Bloody Feast: "Resurrection Counterattack" shocks the crowd

Qingyun Sect, Spirit Peak.

Inside Zhao Linger's Alchemy Room, a furnace of Azure Jade Condensing Divine Pills had just been produced.

The pill's fragrance permeated the air, refreshing the heart and mind.

The young woman, who would usually be overjoyed by this, now showed no hint of happiness.

She stood restlessly by the window, her gentle, water-like eyes fixed on the distant, continuous mountain range.

Her jade hand unconsciously twisted the corner of her clothes, revealing her inner anxiety.

"What's wrong, Sister Ling'er?"

A crisp voice, tinged with a hint of laziness, came from behind her.

Su Meier swayed her graceful figure as she slowly walked in.

Her fluffy, snow-white fox tail gently swayed behind her, each movement carrying a rhythm that stirred the Soul.

"I don't know either."

Zhao Linger turned around, her beautiful brows tightly furrowed.

"I just feel... a sense of panic."

"Since just now, my heart has been beating very fast, as if something very bad is about to happen."

Su Meier's enchanting fox-like eyes narrowed slightly.

Her Heavenly Fox Bloodline gave her a perception of heavenly secrets and danger far beyond ordinary people.

At this moment, she also felt an inexplicable irritation.

She extended her slender jade fingers and quickly performed a few divinations in front of her.

A moment later, her pretty face, which always carried a hint of playful smile, also became somewhat solemn.

"The heavenly secrets have been completely disrupted by a vast and complex power."

She looked up, gazing in the same direction as Zhao Linger.

"That direction... is the area where that bad guy Lin Fan set up his warning Formation."

No sooner had Su Meier's voice fallen.

A cold sword light flashed at the door of the Alchemy Room.

Li Hanyue had already appeared there silently.

She was still dressed in white like snow, her expression as cold as ever, like a thousand-year-old ice that never melts.

But the knuckles of her hand, tightly gripping the sword hilt, were abnormally pale from excessive force.

She said nothing.

But in her icy pool-like eyes, the same deep worry as the other two women was clearly reflected.

Three women, each with a different demeanor, yet all of peerless beauty.

At this moment, their gazes, by chance, pierced through thousands of mountains and rivers, directed towards that desolate, silent rocky mountain range.

They all knew.

Lin Fan was doing something crazy again that they didn't know about.

And this time, the opponent's strength seemed to far exceed before... Inside the chaotic stone valley.

The pervasive blood mist had not yet dispersed.

The wild joy on the attackers' faces hadn't even completely faded.

The hawk-nosed old man in gray robes was about to say something to assert his strategic authority.

At this very moment.

A sudden change occurred.

A terrifying energy fluctuation that made their Souls tremble, without warning, erupted from the very center of the blood mist.

That aura... was pure, domineering, and filled with the majesty of destroying everything.

It was definitely not something a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator could possess.

It was the unique Domain pressure of a Soul Transformation Stage powerful being, capable of crushing all Nascent Souls.

Everyone's smiles instantly froze on their faces.

The color drained from their faces at a visible speed, replaced by extreme terror and unbelievable absurdity.

Within the blood mist.

A figure slowly condensed into form.

Lin Fan.

He stood there unharmed, a thin layer of golden flames entwined around his body.

The flames were not dazzling, yet they appeared incomparably sacred.

But beneath that sacredness, a destructive aura capable of making heaven and earth tremble was hidden.

His gaze no longer held any pretense of gentleness, nor any hint of mockery.

It was an absolute coldness that transcended life and death.

Like a high and mighty god, indifferently looking down upon a group of ants about to be crushed by his casual hand.

Lin Fan's gaze, like two materialized sharp swords, precisely bypassed everyone.

He locked onto the gray-robed old man floating in mid-air, whose expression had already turned from ecstasy to horror.

It was him.

The leader of this encirclement.

And the core hub maintaining this sealing Formation.

Kill you, and this ridiculous Formation will collapse on its own.

The moment Lin Fan underwent Rebirth.

Within him, a terrifying energy of the Transformation Initial Stage Rank, like an ancient volcano that had slept for billions of years, roared to life.

His Immortal Grade Nascent Soul emitted an unprecedented dazzling light, and every wisp of flowing radiance contained a pure destructive Dao rhythm that surpassed the Nascent Soul Stage Realm.

"No... This is impossible!"

The gray-robed old man finally reacted from his extreme shock, letting out a scream as if he had seen a ghost.

He felt the fatal killing intent that had locked onto him, capable of instantly obliterating him.

Fear.

Like an icy, bone-chilling tide, it instantly engulfed his reason and devoured his Divine Soul.

He wanted to escape.

But his body, under the lock of Soul Transformation pressure, found it incredibly difficult to even move a single finger.

And Lin Fan, with a nearly cruel smile, moved.

His figure vanished from where he stood.

No tearing of space, no profound movement techniques.

Just pure speed.

So fast that it surpassed the limit of what a Nascent Soul Cultivator's Divine Thought could capture.

He was like a golden arrow released from a bowstring, carrying a flame of vengeance and the supreme power of a ruler, directly rushing towards the first sacrificial offering he had chosen.

The gray-robed old man only managed to let out a terrified, distorted shriek.

He didn't even have time to summon his Lifebound Treasure.

Lin Fan's seemingly ordinary fist, entwined with golden destructive flames, had already imprinted itself on his chest.

There was no earth-shattering roar.

Only a dull, slight popping sound, like a watermelon being smashed.

"Pfft."

Under the horrified gazes of the other dozen or so Cultivators.

The gray-robed old man's powerful Physical Body, strong enough to withstand the bombardment of High Grade Magic Treasures, crumbled like a fragile bubble under the sun, collapsing at a touch.

His body, starting from the point of contact with the fist, annihilated inch by inch, turning into the most primitive dust.

Immediately after, a terrified Nascent Soul infant frantically flew out from his shattered skull, attempting to escape.

But as soon as it left his body.

An invisible and formless destructive Dao rhythm, like maggots clinging to bone, instantly enveloped it.

"No—!"

The Nascent Soul infant let out a desperate shriek.

The next moment.

It completely dissolved under the erosion of that destructive Dao rhythm, turning into specks of spiritual light, scattering between heaven and earth.

Reduced to ashes.

Both form and Spirit annihilated.

A powerful Nascent Soul Late Stage being, who had dominated the Cultivation World for hundreds of years, was instantly killed with a single punch the moment Lin Fan revived.

The entire chaotic stone valley fell into a dead silence.

Everyone watched wide-eyed as their companion, who had just been arrogant and unbridled, met his sinful end at Lin Fan's hands.

That clean and decisive killing, that extremely bizarre revival.

Completely shattered their pride and understanding as Nascent Soul Cultivators.

They had never seen such a strange and powerful method of attack.

This was simply unheard of, unseen.

Lin Fan did not linger in battle.

After killing the gray-robed old man, the brilliant golden flames around him quickly receded, and his aura rapidly dropped back to the peak of the Nascent Soul Middle Stage Rank.

But his eyes were like evil spirits that had just crawled out of Nine Underworld Hell.

Cold, indifferent, filled with pure killing intent.

He slowly scanned every Cultivator present.

Those met by his gaze all felt a chill rush from the soles of their feet to the crown of their heads, their bodies stiffening as if plunged into an ice cave, as if being targeted by an ancient Vicious Beast intent on devouring them.

Lin Fan slowly spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Does anyone else want to try?"

His tone was light, with a hint of disdain, as if discussing the weather.

"My time is limited."

"One comes, I kill one."

"A group comes, I kill a group."

"Just right, to test this new Divine Ability I've acquired."

These words, without roars or threats.

Yet they were more terrifying than any vicious curse.

That endless bloodlust and contempt, like an invisible heavy hammer, heavily struck the deepest fears in the hearts of all the besiegers.

The besiegers, who had originally cooperated seamlessly, had their psychological defenses instantly collapse after witnessing Lin Fan's "immortality" and "instant kill" firsthand.

Their gazes towards each other no longer held trust and cooperation.

Instead, they were filled with deep suspicion and wariness.

They were afraid that Lin Fan's next target would be themselves.

Even more afraid that their "allies" would push them out as a human shield at a critical moment.

Fear silently spread among them.

Finally.

A Nascent Soul Late Stage Cultivator in a blue Daoist robe could no longer bear this invisible immense pressure.

His Dao Heart, under Lin Fan's icy gaze, had already shown cracks.

He was the first to break the suffocating silence.

"Madman! You madman!"

He shouted angrily, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

He abruptly summoned an ancient bronze shield to guard himself, then, without looking back, transformed into a streak of light and frantically fled into the distance.

He had completely cast aside the honor of his Sect and the dignity of being a powerful Nascent Soul Late Stage being.

Now, he only wanted to survive.

The further away from this monster, the better.

His escape, like a fuse, instantly ignited everyone's will to survive.

"Run!"

"This person is a devil!"

The others, seeing this, also followed suit, no longer caring about any alliances or immortal secret arts.

They each summoned their ultimate life-saving Magic Treasures and escape secret techniques, scattering in all directions like startled birds and beasts, fleeing in disarray.

They feared that if they ran too slowly, they would become Lin Fan's next "test subject."

Lin Fan did not pursue.

He just stood quietly in place, watching the figures of those once arrogant Nascent Soul powerful beings, now fleeing in disarray like stray dogs.

The curve of his lips slowly rose, forming a satisfied sneer.

The purpose of this was not to kill them all.

But to intimidate.

This battle's effect was far better than he had anticipated.

Soon.

This encirclement that occurred in the chaotic stone valley, and its incredibly bizarre outcome, spread like wildfire throughout the entire Cultivation World at a terrifying speed.

Those Sects and forces that had been eyeing Lin Fan menacingly and stirring in the dark.

After learning that several powerful Nascent Soul Late Stage beings had joined forces, not only failed to kill Lin Fan, but were instead killed by him instantly upon his revival, with the rest being scared out of their wits and fleeing in disarray.

All of them fell silent, immediately ceased their activities, and listed the name "Lin Fan" as the highest Rank, absolutely unprovokable existence in their School.

After this battle, Lin Fan's formidable reputation of "immortality" and "revival counterattack" was thoroughly established.

He stood in the empty valley, feeling the breeze blow, dispelling the last of the bloody scent.

He knew this was just a small ripple.

The real challenge still awaited him in the Northern Ice Plains, in the already ignited beacon of Li Hanyue's Family.

There, there would be stronger enemies.

Even... true Soul Transformation powerful beings.