Super War God in the City

"Impossible, how could this guy, how could he have such means?" Ruan Yulong was shocked in the stands, his heart a maelstrom of disbelief.

The move Ling Fan just displayed was simply breathtaking.

Jia Qian and the other three were standing in the distance, already mentally shattered by the blow, unable to accept the scene before them.

"How could this be, it shouldn't be, it makes no sense...." Jia Qian murmured to himself, shaking his head vigorously.

The others weren't faring any better, like eggplants beaten by frost, their arrogance crumbling with just one strike.

Dong Tianyi, who had been lying on the ground waiting to see Ling Fan die on the spot, trembled immensely in his heart, filled with loss and disbelief.

"This... he's so strong?" Dong Tianyi murmured in disbelief.

This guy still wanted revenge, but seeing that even four people joining hands couldn't deal with him, his hope and sharpness were further blunted.

Ling Fan's ability to do this owed to his strong Divine Sense, infusing it into the Sword Intent he displayed.

With this, he could control the direction of the Sword Intent's burst, and the opponent's Sword Net, although seemingly sharp, had flaws under his powerful Divine Sense observation.

If enough Sword Intent attacked different points simultaneously, a special resonance would occur, naturally dissolving the Sword Net.

However, whilst simple in theory, in practice, only Ling Fan could achieve it.

"Hahaha, Boss is mighty! These country bumpkins, thinking they can disrespect my boss with impunity, pure idiocy!" Feng Xiaobai gloated with a smirk, laughing coldly.

Jia Qian and the others, scolded, turned red with humiliation, nearly grinding their teeth to pieces. Indeed, how quickly fortunes reverse – now they were the ones mocked in return.

Lan Zihan covered her chest with one hand, taking deep breaths, her eyes shimmering with admiration as she stared at Ling Fan.

In that instant when Ling Fan made his move, his grace and handsomeness were beyond description. Any woman's heart would skip a beat.

"This guy is really so strong!" Lan Zihan thought to herself, no longer worried about Ling Fan.

Yu Yuanbai took a deep breath, his spirit lifted as he saw Ling Fan's valor. The outcomes for Feng Nan, Dong Tianyi, and the others' consecutive defeats brought some balance to his feelings, a sense of relief!

He consoled himself, thinking that even better members from Zhu Rong Peak had failed to best him, so his own loss was not unjust.

"It's over, even four working together can't beat him. Who else in this entire place could be his adversary?" a weak voice murmured among the crowd.

"Could it really be that the younger generation of the Zhu Rong Lineage will be trampled underfoot by this one person?" another spoke tentatively.

"No, you're mistaken, it's not just the Zhu Rong Lineage; he has overtaken all of the Witchcraft Sect's younger generation!" someone else commented, their tone heavy with implication.

Wei Yuanjie and others who had been eagerly waiting to gloat were severely shaken instead, their mouths agape, words failing them.

In the face of reality, of true strength, whatever they said was pointless; Ling Fan was genuinely formidable, and they had no choice but to accept it.

"Don't be in a hurry; this guy has butted heads with Zhu Rong Peak today, he's certainly going to face dire consequences!

Even if there's no one in the younger generation who can stand against him, there are more than a few in our Witchcraft Sect who could crush him!" Shen Ying watched Ling Fan from a distance, her teeth clenched as she spoke coldly.

Huang Yuanwu and the others came to their senses too, nodding in agreement.

"Sister Shen is right, this kid is just digging his own grave. He won't be able to jump around for much longer. The Peak Masters of the Zhu Rong Lineage haven't even made a move yet!" Gu Kaiyu said, his eyes flashing with a calm assertion.

Hearing their words, Wei Yuanjie's thoughts began to churn, and his expression improved somewhat.

"Well said, we shall wait and see what end he comes to!" Wei Yuanjie muttered resentfully.

Dong Yanghua and the other Peak Masters were also taken by surprise by the recent events, and it took them a long time to regain their composure.

"It seems we underestimated this youngster, what a series of surprises!" Jia Qingsheng said, his face darkened.

"This kid is indeed talented; it's a pity he won't work for us!" Liang Cheng'en remarked thoughtfully.

"Hmph, if he won't serve us, then destroy him!" Lu Hongshuo's gaze flickered as he said coldly.

Dong Yanghua took a deep breath and nodded emphatically, "This lad, we absolutely cannot let him leave this place today. Even if he does leave, it must be as a corpse!"

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent. There was no need for Dong Yanghua to remind them—they also had no intention of letting the youngster off the hook.

"You lot of trash, still seeking death? Come back, kneel down, and apologize for your ignorance, then you can get lost!" Ling Fan glanced at the four of them with an expressionless face.

As soon as these words came out, they once again stirred up a commotion among the onlookers.

"This is a blatant slap in the face and provocation, a challenge to the entire Zhu Rong Lineage!" someone in the crowd couldn't help but exclaim in shock.

At that moment, not only were Jia Qian and others red-faced with shame and irritation, but even the Peak Masters like Dong Yanghua in the stands had extremely ugly expressions.

The young men below were all Junior Peak Masters from their respective lineages, and this youngster was actually asking them to kneel and apologize? Wasn't this clearly a slap in the face of the Peak Masters themselves?

"Outrageous!" Shu Xing Yan gritted his teeth, ready to slam his fist on the table and stand up.

At this juncture, the humiliated Jia Qian and the others couldn't stand it any longer. As the saying goes, you lose the fight but not the formation. In front of thousands from the Witchcraft Sect, being humiliated like this, where would their face be?

Usually, it was only others that knelt before them begging for mercy. When had they ever knelt to anyone else?

"Presumptuous, who do you think you are? Everyone, just now he merely exploited a loophole to break our attacks—kill him!" Jia Qian burst into a shout, charging forward with all his might.

After a careful thought, everyone realized that indeed there was suspicion of exploiting a loophole, just that none expected Ling Fan could find the flaw in the Sword Net so swiftly, something even they were unaware of.

Faced with the humiliation from Ling Fan, they didn't have time for further deliberation and all brandished their Divine Skills, rushing to attack him.

Seeing this, Ling Fan's gaze sharpened, and he snorted coldly, "Ignorant of life and death, if I don't leave you all with a lesson, you won't learn."

Having spoken, his figure suddenly moved, leaving afterimages in his wake. The Gui Xu Dance was executed to the extreme, and immediately a bizarre scene unfolded before everyone's eyes.

They saw four Ling Fans almost simultaneously enfrent each of the four men, and the next second, there was a series of 'bang bang' sounds echoing around the arena.

Sure enough, it was Jia Qian and the others who were sent flying by Ling Fan. Accompanied by several muffled groans, there was also the sound of bones breaking.

"Swoosh!"

As he sent the four flying, Ling Fan's figure moved again, and the four figures eerily overlapped, finally merging into one figure as Ling Fan stood proudly and cold in the midst of the arena.

When the Gui Xu Dance was executed to a certain degree, it would produce the effect of Shadow Clones, which he couldn't achieve before. It was only after breaking through to the Middle Stage Realm of Wuxuan that he could perform it.

In reality, it was a result produced by reaching an extreme in speed, and when this result reached its peak, it was hard to distinguish between illusion and reality.

Even more so, it could give birth to the actual Divine Skill of using Shadow Clones to escape, but as for Ling Fan at his current level of cultivation, he didn't even need to think about it!

"Bang!"

"Thud!"

"Boom~"

The four figures were thrown one after another, crashing to the ground, pale-faced and spitting out mouthfuls of blood. They struggled on the ground for a moment but failed to stand up again.

The Peak Masters from the various lineages in the stands were stunned for a moment, then quickly became furiously livid.

When Dong Tianyi was severely injured before, although they were shocked and angry, they didn't fly into a rage as it wasn't their own sons, being one step removed.

But now, it was different—the injured were their own sons, and they lost all composure.

However, Official Ling didn't even spare them a glance but instead turned his head indifferently to look at Ruan Yulong, who was utterly astonished.

"Earlier, you were the most arrogant, yelling at me, taunting me, now, I'll give you the opportunity to step forward and speak!" Ling Fan said with a cold sneer.