Billowing white smoke surged toward the main hall.
"Not good—it's Soul-Scattering Smoke."
Qiu Sheng inhaled a small amount and immediately covered his mouth and nose.
He staggered backward in a daze, nearly losing his balance when his back foot stumbled.
Seeing this, everyone followed his example and retreated.
Lin Fan's expression tightened.
Suddenly, a powerful aura violently swept into the hall.
Without hesitation, Lin Fan circulated the aura throughout his body to resist it.
The two powerful auras instantly collided and grappled.
They rubbed against and crashed into each other.
As they went back and forth, it seemed as though each wanted to swallow the other whole.
Bang!
Accompanied by a thunderous explosion,
the fierce collision sent both auras soaring into the sky.
Lin Fan was actually forced back several meters by his opponent.
Feeling this powerful aura,
Lin Fan was stunned!
The person manipulating it actually possessed the strength of the Xiantian Fifth Heaven.
One had to know that the fifth level of every realm was a major threshold.
Among the countless members of the Daoist Sect, only a handful had managed to force their way past it.
Although this Purple Zombie was already powerful enough to rival a Xiantian Third Heaven expert,
Lin Fan had needed to be extremely cautious when dealing with it.
But in the eyes of someone at the Xiantian Fifth Heaven, it was nothing at all.
Not to mention that Lin Fan was only at the Xiantian First Heaven now.
"Little brat, you have some ability. You actually weren't suppressed by this old man's aura."
Suddenly, an old man's voice came from within the thick fog.
He had never expected this little brat to nearly withstand his aura.
Even with the support of the Soul-Scattering Smoke, the little brat seemed completely unaffected.
He had even blocked his powerful strike without suffering the slightest injury.
Could this be the unrivaled genius of some school or sect? If so, today truly wasn't his lucky day.
In a hidden corner, a pair of gleaming eyes stared at Lin Fan suspiciously.
As his voice faded, the thick smoke rose again.
It surged in from outside the hall and instantly swept toward everyone.
"Everyone, retreat quickly! The smoke is coming in!"
Qiu Sheng shouted anxiously, his expression tense.
"Daoist priest, save us! I don't want to die yet!"
Several people were in tears.
Everyone panicked, but there was nowhere left to retreat.
A voice came from within the thick fog. "Hahahahaha! What a pity that such a young genius is destined to die at my hands today."
Laughter rang out everywhere, making the scene especially terrifying.
The crowd clung tightly to one another in fright.
They trembled uncontrollably.
"Those who deserve hatred must have something laughable about them."
Lin Fan sneered toward the thick fog.
He activated the talisman.
Suddenly, the talisman lit up with a radiant glow.
As his aura circulated, he raised two fingers in a sword gesture and shouted,
"Heaven-Piercing Eyes, break the barrier!"
Golden light erupted everywhere, dazzling like the blazing sun.
It pierced through the entire fog and illuminated everything.
Under the golden light, the fog gradually dispersed.
Ren Manor returned to its former appearance.
Qiu Sheng stumbled, nearly losing his balance.
He reached toward the tabletop beside him for support, accidentally knocking over the tea set.
He stared at Lin Fan in utter disbelief.
Although he knew that his Senior Disciple Brother possessed extraordinary talent,
his master had never even used this technique, let alone taught it to him.
Besides, Soul-Scattering Smoke wasn't something one could find all over the streets.
Just now, Senior Disciple Brother's pupils had been unbelievably dazzling, radiating golden light.
The Soul-Scattering Smoke had been dispersed in a single exchange?
Those eyes were truly outrageously powerful.
As the smoke receded, an old man stood at the entrance of Ren Manor.
Lin Fan completely ignored the commotion behind him.
He stood before everyone, his eyes seemingly unable to move away.
He stared fixedly ahead.
The person standing at the entrance of Ren Manor was none other than
the thin, elderly servant.
"So we fell for it. Master was lured away by a diversion."
Lin Fan thought to himself.
The old man standing at the entrance also seemed preoccupied.
He stared at Lin Fan in astonishment.
The two gazed at each other.
It wasn't because his appearance had been exposed.
Rather, he was curious about what kind of eyes Lin Fan possessed.
He had traveled for many years and studied countless techniques,
yet he had never seen anything like them.
How could they be so powerful that they could even disperse Soul-Scattering Smoke?
Before the old man could think further, a voice rang out.
Lin Fan's eyes sharpened.
He said, "If I'm not mistaken, you were the one who chose Old Master Ren's grave, weren't you, old man?"
"No, that's not right. Wouldn't it be more accurate to call you a feng shui master?"
As his voice fell,
Master Ren's eyes suddenly widened like copper bells.
He pointed at the old man in disbelief.
"Heh heh heh heh. If you want to fight, then fight."
"Why waste so much breath? Not a single person in Ren Manor will escape tonight!"
Accompanied by a sinister laugh, the old man leaped toward the main hall.
He chanted a series of incantations.
A talisman slowly appeared in the air.
Several clusters of green light shot straight toward Lin Fan.
Lin Fan smiled knowingly.
He looked up and swept one hand behind him.
The Peachwood Sword emerged, aura flowing into and infusing the blade.
He swept it gently toward the front.
A fierce bolt of lightning pounced toward the streams of green light.
Bang!
The two collided and then canceled each other out in midair.
Before the old man could land, Lin Fan thrust his sword straight at him.
The old man hurriedly dodged, using the sword's body as a foothold.
Borrowing the force, he leaped backward and landed at the entrance.
He couldn't even take a single step into the main hall.
"Old Ghost Ren, get up!"
Seeing that he had gained no advantage, the old servant shouted furiously.
He shook the Soul-Capturing Bell with one hand.
Old Master Ren, who was lying at the entrance of the main hall, rose with it.
As if his vitality had instantly recovered, he let out a furious roar.
Old Master Ren revealed a set of sinister fangs at the entrance and charged toward Lin Fan.
All ten fingers extended, their razor-sharp tips stabbing toward Lin Fan as he stood in the courtyard.
Seeing this, the old man moved in to flank him, activating his incantation.
With several talismans pressed against his fingertips, he charged toward Lin Fan.
Several talismans shot out at once.
The man and the zombie attacked Lin Fan again.
They were determined to fight until one side died.
Just as the man and the zombie were about to collide with Lin Fan,
the two brushed past him and looked upward in shock.
Lin Fan had leaped high into the air.
He stared down coldly.
He channeled energy into his dantian and circulated it through the sword.
He raised his sword fingers, while the Peachwood Sword in his left hand had already risen into the air.
He seemed like a heavenly god descending to the mortal world.
Suddenly, powerful winds swept through Ren Manor.
Everything of any size in the courtyard was blown over and knocked down.
Thunder rumbled repeatedly in the sky!
Faint purple lightning tore across the heavens and surged out in a violent onslaught!
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