Thinking of the junior brother who had just taken a sword for him, he felt deeply moved.
Sigh!
Although he had an Undying Body, nobody else knew that. How much courage must that junior brother have had to risk his life taking a sword for him?
"Nameless junior brother, rest assured. No matter what, your senior brother will avenge you before running away." Lin Fan did not know that junior brother's name, so he could only call him "Nameless."
"Damn it, where did he go?" Lin Fan looked left and right but could not spot the fellow who had just stabbed his junior brother to death. If he found that fellow, he would hack him to death without fail.
He felt that something was very wrong with the people of the Flame Magnificence Sect. They took swords for him at the drop of a hat. How deep a friendship did that take?
Suddenly.
Lin Fan spotted the fellow who had stabbed his junior brother to death. Raising his nine-ring broadsword, he charged forward howling, "You little bastard, take this!"
That disciple was locked in a fierce fight with a Flame Magnificence Sect disciple. Hearing the shout, his expression immediately changed, and he swung his sword back to block.
An enormous force surged through it. The longsword in his hand trembled as though it might fly out of his grip at any moment.
"Fuck, so you're the bastard who killed my junior brother! Watch me chop you into seventeen or eighteen pieces!" Probably only Lin Fan dared to shout so arrogantly on the battlefield.
People were everywhere. A moment's carelessness could leave someone open to an attack from behind.
But as far as Lin Fan was concerned, he no longer even knew how to write the word "death." Anyone who could kill him would have to have some real ability.
As a Sunshine Sect disciple, Liu Zhenhao's purpose on this battlefield was to slay Flame Magnificence Sect disciples. He had already forgotten how many he had killed.
Now, a Flame Magnificence Sect disciple came charging at him menacingly. He sneered inwardly. Since this fellow had delivered himself to his doorstep, only death awaited him.
But after receiving one strike, he realized that his opponent's strength was simply too great. It actually frightened him.
His figure flashed as he hurriedly retreated to seek out other disciples to kill.
As for this disciple, he had better avoid fighting him for now. There was no telling whether something might happen.
Seeing the fellow slip nimbly into another fight, Lin Fan was so furious his hair stood on end. "You son of a bitch, don't run!"
He paid no attention to who was around him. Raising his nine-ring broadsword, he simply charged in and hacked away wildly. Any Sunshine Sect disciple who appeared before him was chopped to the ground.
Points +30. Points +20.
Liu Zhenhao reaped the lives before him, enemy sect disciples dying at his hands one after another.
In his eyes, these Flame Magnificence Sect disciples were mere grass, his to harvest at will.
Just then, he spotted an enemy sect disciple. His figure moved, and he charged straight at that disciple to kill him.
The Flame Magnificence Sect disciple's face filled with terror as he saw the cold longsword coming at him out of the darkness.
He was only trash at the Body Tempering Third Level, and the sword's wielder placed immense pressure on him. His whole body seemed locked in place, unable to move at all.
No, I don't want to die here! the disciple cried inwardly, finally closing his eyes in despair.
But the pain never came. When he opened his eyes, he found a figure standing in front of him. Once he saw that face clearly, he was overjoyed. "Senior Brother Lin!"
Lin Fan glared furiously at Liu Zhenhao. "You bastard, just try running again."
Liu Zhenhao froze. Was this Flame Magnificence Sect disciple sick in the head?
Did he know him or something?
Then, without the slightest hesitation, he twisted the longsword in his hand and thrust it straight toward Lin Fan's chest.
"Motherfucker." Lin Fan immediately raised his nine-ring broadsword and hacked at him.
Clang!
Sparks flashed.
Liu Zhenhao paled in shock. He could barely withstand that enormous force. Realizing he was no match for the man before him, he wanted to break away from the fight again.
How could Lin Fan give him that chance? He raised his nine-ring broadsword and hacked wildly at Liu Zhenhao, cursing all the while.
"Trying to run? You actually stabbed my junior brother to death! You must be tired of living!"
Blow after blow, the pressure on Liu Zhenhao mounted sharply. The tremendous force traveling through his arms was becoming more than he could bear.
Damn it! He had never expected to encounter an expert from the Flame Magnificence Sect. In his estimation, this enemy disciple's cultivation was at least above the Body Tempering Sixth Layer, and his strength was far greater than his own.
Just as Lin Fan was about to hack the fellow to death, several longswords suddenly shot out of the darkness and pierced straight through his body.
"Fuck your sister." Lin Fan frowned and promptly lay down on the ground.
Liu Zhenhao immediately breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you for your help, senior brothers."
"Enough chatter. Hurry up and kill these Flame Magnificence Sect disciples."
"Yes." Without saying much more, Liu Zhenhao charged off to kill elsewhere.
The Flame Magnificence Sect had plenty of experts, but their Sunshine Sect had even more.
Hard Cultivation Points +10.
Ten seconds later.
Lying on the ground, Lin Fan shook his head, hesitated for a moment, then stood straight up.
Damn it, someone actually hacked me to death.
At this point, he could have simply lain on the ground playing dead, then seized an opportunity to flee in an instant.
But he did not. He had promised that dead junior brother that he would avenge him, so avenge him he must.
"Where did that son of a bitch run off to now?" Lin Fan looked around. When he spotted that Sunshine Sect disciple not far away, he picked up his nine-ring broadsword and charged over howling.
Liu Zhenhao was thoroughly enjoying the slaughter now. Every Flame Magnificence Sect disciple he encountered fell to a single stroke of his sword.
As an outer sect genius, he should originally have been supporting the battle from the rear. But he liked tempering his strength through slaughter, which was why he had appeared on the front line.
Moreover, his uncle was an elder in the sect, a member of its middle ranks, so he did not need to take to the battlefield.
But he had refused. As a future powerhouse, how could he shrink from such things?
Suddenly, his hair stood on end. He spun around and raised his longsword to block.
An immense force pressed down, numbing his wrist.
When he saw his opponent, disbelief filled his face.
"Why is it you again? Weren't you already dead?" Liu Zhenhao had never expected to encounter this fellow again. Moreover, he felt that this fellow was deliberately seeking him out.
"Dead, my ass! You dared to stab my junior brother. Watch me hack you to death!" Lin Fan had not practiced any other moves. He simply swung his nine-ring broadsword in broad, sweeping strokes, hacking furiously at Liu Zhenhao.
After a few exchanges, Liu Zhenhao's head was drenched in sweat. His opponent was putting far too much pressure on him.
"Are you sick in the head? There are so many people here. Why do you insist on coming after me?" Liu Zhenhao was on the verge of breaking down. With so many enemies on the battlefield, why did this fellow keep finding him again and again?
"Die!" Lin Fan cleaved downward. The physical enhancement of the Proud Bone Body Tempering Art erupted at that moment. His arms abruptly swelled, their veins coiling like dragons, looking utterly fearsome. With one stroke, he severed his opponent's longsword and left a bloody gash across his body.
Blood violently spurted out.
Liu Zhenhao's face filled with terror. He had never imagined he would die young here. His uncle had called him a genius!
In less than a year of cultivation, he had already reached the Body Tempering Sixth Layer. Who could rival such a terrifying speed?
If he and his uncle had not been separated for so many years, if he had cultivated from childhood, he might already have become an Earthly Dipper Realm expert.
He refused to accept it.
At that moment, his face twisted as he roared, "Remember this! I'm no nameless nobody! Remember my name. Someone will avenge me. My name is..."
"Your sister's name! Watch me chop you into chunks!" Lin Fan did not care who he was. He killed Liu Zhenhao with a single stroke.
Blood hissed as it sprayed from the wound.
Lin Fan took a deep breath. "Junior brother, that settles it. I've avenged you, and now I can get the hell out of here. At least I didn't break my word."
Points +60.
Liu Zhenhao, a genius of his generation, had been slain in this chaotic battle without even understanding why, cut down here by Lin Fan, the veteran little tyrant whose swagger reached the heavens.
He had not even had a chance to grow.
That, too, was a tragedy.