"Courting death."
Qin Yang struck, slapping toward the opponent with his palm.
Slap!
At this mont, an elder standing beside Xiang Hu made his move, grabbing Qin Yang’s wrist, and said, "Young one, this is the Heavenly Court. Think carefully."
Suddenly.
The elder’s hair stood on end as he sensed a surge of danger. It felt as if an ancient ferocious beast had opened its bloodthirsty jaws behind him, ready to completely devour them.
Just as the elder thought he was reacting in ti—
He felt a hand clamp down on the back of his head, while a cold, dark voice whispered in his ear.
"You two... you’ve crossed the line."
Lin Fan wasn’t at all annoyed by these kinds of troubles. In fact, he welcod them—they showed you had guts. But sotis, for heaven’s sake, read the damned room.
He seized the backs of their heads and slamd them onto the table with force. Bang! The tabletop shattered into pieces, splinters flying everywhere.
Their faces were split open, wooden shards stabbing into their flesh, blood flowing freely across the floor.
"Ah!"
The elder roared in rage, his voice echoing as a formidable aura surged from his body, attempting to resist. However, the mont that aura erupted, it was suppressed back into his body by Lin Fan, leaving him completely powerless.
Everyone around was stunned.
None of them had imagined that sothing like this could happen within the boundaries of the Heavenly Court.
He acted directly, not wasting a single word—wasn’t that a bit over the top?
Qin Yang, unable to hold back his anger, stepped forward and stomped on Xiang Hu’s fingers, snarling, "You filthy bastard, daring to touch my head? You’ve got to be tired of living! Do you even know whose head this is?"
Lin Fan said, "Co over here and let touch it."
"Absolutely." Qin Yang leaned his head over.
Then, furiously, he shouted, "See that? Only Brother Lin can touch it. You think *you* can touch it? Crawling out of so godforsaken armpit and acting so lawless!"
"Xiang Fei! You’ve got so nerve, letting outsiders humiliate like this! Do you even know the magnitude of the trouble you’ve caused?" Xiang Hu roared in fury, but as he shouted, it felt like the back of his head was about to crack apart.
"Ahhh!"
A harrowing scream rang out.
Lin Fan exhaled sharply, his gaze sharp as a blade. Without hesitation, he severed Xiang Hu’s hands. His agonized cries echoed across the heavens and earth, even alerting the patrolling guards in town.
Sothing was happening.
Lin Fan said, "Brother Qin, how did I handle this? Touch soone, lose a hand."
"Still as domineering as ever, Brother Lin," Qin Yang complinted with enthusiasm.
Lin Fan casually swept the two n into the Universe Tripod. With a wave of his arm, the bloodstains on the ground vanished without a trace. Then, with another flick, the shattered wooden table pieced itself back together, returning to its forr state.
Such feats were, of course, within the abilities of an Immortal.
But they required mastery of the corresponding Divine Skills.
The Divine Skill Lin Fan had cultivated, "Seizing Creation from Heaven and Earth," granted him the power to create sothing from nothing.
"I apologize for the disturbance, fellow Daoists. Please continue with your al and don’t let these little incidents spoil your mood." Lin Fan clasped his hands and addressed the diners around him.
His aning was clear.
Get back to your als and keep staring at your own business.
At this mont.
Two other n who had accompanied Xiang Hu were staring at Lin Fan with terror-stricken eyes.
Lin Fan had originally planned to deal with those two as well, but unfortunately, it was too late—the city patrol guards had arrived on the scene.
"What happened here?"
"Who dares cause trouble in this place?"
The two n imdiately pointed to Lin Fan and the others, exclaiming, "It’s them! They’ve captured our clan elder and our prodigy! Force them to release them!"
Lin Fan turned back, a puzzled expression on his face.
"What seems to be the matter?"
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