Purple Heaven Divine Thunder, Rise!

Rolling white smoke surged towards the main hall.

"Not good, it's Soul-Scattering Smoke."

Qiu Sheng inhaled a small mouthful and immediately covered his nose and mouth.

He then staggered backward, nearly losing his balance as his back foot tripped.

Seeing this, everyone followed suit, retreating backward.

Lin Fan's expression tightened.

Suddenly, a powerful, violent aura swept into the hall.

Without hesitation, Lin Fan circulated his inner energy to resist.

The two powerful auras instantly collided and wrestled.

Rubbing and crashing against each other.

In their back-and-forth struggle, it was as if they were trying to devour each other completely.

BANG!

Accompanied by an explosion.

The intense collision of auras sent both surging upwards.

Lin Fan was actually forced back several meters by the opponent's power.

Sensing this intense aura.

Lin Fan was astonished!

The person who unleashed it already possessed the strength of Xiantian Realm fifth tier.

It was important to remember that reaching the fifth tier of each realm was a significant threshold.

Even among countless Daoist Sect members, very few managed to break through this barrier.

Although this purple zombie was already quite formidable, comparable to a Xiantian Realm third tier expert.

Lin Fan still needed to be very cautious when dealing with it.

But to someone at Xiantian Realm fifth tier, it was nothing.

Let alone Lin Fan, who was currently only at Xiantian Realm first tier.

"Little brat, you've got some skill. You weren't suppressed by my aura."

Suddenly, an old man's voice echoed from within the thick fog.

He hadn't expected this little brat to almost contend with his aura.

Not to mention the added effect of the Soul-Scattering Smoke, this little brat was acting as if unaffected.

He had actually blocked his powerful strike completely unharmed.

Could it be some sect's contemporary monstrous genius? What bad luck.

From a hidden spot, a pair of gleaming eyes stared at Lin Fan with suspicion.

As the voice faded, the dense smoke rose again.

From outside the hall inwards, it instantly swept towards everyone.

"Everyone, retreat quickly, the smoke is coming in."

Qiu Sheng's expression was tense as he shouted anxiously.

"Daoist Master, save us. I don't want to die yet."

Several people cried out in tears.

Everyone was in a panic, with nowhere left to retreat.

A voice came from within the dense fog: "Hahahahaha! What a shame for such a young genius, destined to die by my hand today."

The laughter echoed, sounding particularly terrifying.

Everyone was so scared they huddled together.

Trembling.

"Those who deserve hate often have laughable traits."

Lin Fan let out a cold laugh towards the dense fog.

Lin Fan then activated a talisman.

Suddenly, the talisman lit up with a glow.

His aura circulated, and he raised his sword fingers, shouting.

"Heaven-Piercing Eyes, break through!"

Golden light erupted everywhere, as dazzling as the scorching sun.

It pierced through the entire mist, illuminating everything.

The mist scattered under the golden light, and the Ren Mansion returned to its former appearance.

Qiu Sheng stumbled, almost losing his balance.

He reached out to the table beside him, accidentally knocking over the tea set.

He stared at Lin Fan with disbelief.

Although he knew Senior Disciple Brother's talent was extraordinary.

This move wasn't even used by Master, let alone taught.

And this Soul-Scattering Smoke, it wasn't something you found everywhere.

Just now, Senior Brother's pupils were incredibly dazzling, emitting golden light.

In an instant, the Soul-Scattering Smoke was dispersed?

Those eyes were truly fierce beyond measure.

As the smoke cleared, an old man stood at the entrance of the Ren Mansion.

Lin Fan completely ignored the noise behind him.

He stood in front of everyone, his eyes seemingly unable to move.

He stared fixedly ahead.

The person at the Ren Mansion's entrance was none other than the gaunt old servant.

It seems I've been tricked. Master was lured away.

Lin Fan thought to himself.

The old man standing at the gate also seemed preoccupied.

He stared at Lin Fan with a look of surprise.

The two met gazes.

It wasn't because their identities were exposed.

It was out of curiosity, what kind of eyes did Lin Fan possess?

He had traveled for many years and studied many techniques.

But he had never seen anything like it.

How could they be so powerful, able to disperse even Soul-Scattering Smoke?

Before the old man could ponder further, a voice rang out.

Lin Fan's eyes were sharp.

He spoke, "If I'm not mistaken, you must have chosen the tomb for Old Master Ren, old fellow."

"No, that's not right. Perhaps 'Feng Shui master' would be a more fitting title for you."

As his words fell.

Old Master Ren's eyes suddenly widened like copper bells.

He pointed at the old man in disbelief.

"Hehehehe. If you want to fight, then fight."

"Why all the nonsense? No one from the Ren Mansion will escape tonight!"

Accompanied by a sinister laugh, the old man leaped towards the main hall.

The old man chanted incantations.

A talisman slowly appeared in the air.

Several balls of green light shot straight towards Lin Fan.

Lin Fan smiled knowingly.

He looked up and waved a hand behind him.

The Peachwood Sword emerged, its aura flowing and infusing into the blade.

He lightly slashed forward.

A sharp bolt of lightning lunged towards the balls of green light.

Bang!

The two collided and canceled each other out in mid-air.

Before the old man could land, Lin Fan's sword thrust straight towards him.

The old man hastily dodged, using the sword as a step.

He used the force to leap back, landing at the entrance.

He couldn't even step into the main hall.

"Old ghost Ren, get up!"

Seeing he couldn't gain an advantage, the old servant shouted angrily.

He shook the Soul-Capturing Bell.

Old Master Ren, who was lying at the entrance of the main hall, rose.

He roared as if his energy had instantly been restored.

Old Master Ren at the entrance of the main hall bared his fangs and charged at Lin Fan.

All ten fingers extended, and with his charge, his incredibly sharp fingertips stabbed toward Lin Fan, who was in the courtyard.

Seeing this, the old man joined the attack, chanting incantations.

His fingertips, holding several talismans, rushed toward Lin Fan.

Several talismans were unleashed.

One man and one zombie attacked Lin Fan again.

They were determined to fight to the death.

Just as the man and the zombie were about to collide with Lin Fan.

They passed by him, looking up in shock.

Lin Fan had leaped high into the air.

He gazed down coldly.

He channeled energy into his dantian and circulated it into his sword.

He raised his sword fingers, his left hand already holding the Peachwood Sword above him.

He looked as if a god had descended from heaven.

Suddenly, strong winds swept through the Ren mansion.

Everything in the courtyard was blown over and knocked down.

Thunder rumbled in the sky!

Faint purple lightning tore through the sky, raging and surging forth!