"Ancestor, I’ll fight you to the death."
The Black Dragon Ancestor roared, transforming into his true form, a hundred-zhang black dragon winding through the heavens and earth with boundless might.
Lin Fan found the true form of the Black Dragon Ancestor imposing, a strong visual impact.
He lightly touched the only stone in his hand.
Murmuring to himself.
"It’s over."
With a flick of his hand, the stone burst forth, instantly enveloping the Black Dragon Ancestor in a terrifying pressure.
At this mont, the Black Dragon Ancestor finally understood the terrifying pressure faced by those cultivators who had been crushed.
Bang!
The true form of the Black Dragon Ancestor exploded, even though the physical body of the Black Dragon Clan was imnsely powerful, it could not withstand this ordinary stone.
Lin Fan clapped his hands, dusting off his palms, disposing of these guys was as simple as throwing a trash bag into a bin, without any difficulty.
The remaining cultivators stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded at Lin Fan.
The Black Dragon Ancestor was dead.
Even though they saw it with their own eyes, they still couldn’t believe it, as if in a dream, is this reality?
"Dead..." Wei Qiu murmured.
"Truly dead."
The Supre Ancestor swallowed hard, having cultivated to such a level with a stable Dao heart, yet after witnessing these scenes, his heart was shaken.
Standing behind Lin Fan, Wei Sisi gazed at this stranger with admiration.
So strong.
Really so strong.
Wei Sisi never thought there could be such a powerful cultivator in the world.
Lin Fan looked towards Wei An lying on a chair not far away, with the Black Dragon Ancestor slain, Wei An’s third calamity dissipated.
The calamities for all disciples of Baoling Sect dissipated.
He had used the "Mystical True Immortal Eye" to look over their life techniques, if he hadn’t intervened, few disciples of Baoling Sect would have survived, though Wei Sisi could live, obviously, because Wei Qiu had sent her away.
"Thank you senior for your great kindness, may I ask who you are?" Wei Qiu was very respectful, not daring any offense, knowing the mysterious cultivator before them could easily destroy Baoling Sect.
Lin Fan turned his back to Wei Qiu, not answering, about to step away when an incredulous voice ca.
"Uncle..."
Wei An, supported by Xiao Xin’er, walked out shakily, calling towards the unfamiliar figure ’Uncle’, while Xiao Xin’er showed a disbelief.
Uncle?
Only one person could be called Uncle by Wei An, but Uncle Lin had passed many years ago.
Wei Qiu didn’t expect his father would shout to this senior as Uncle, quickly realizing his father thought of Grand-Uncle again; but how could this senior be Grand-Uncle, he was just an ordinary person, and passed many years ago.
Fearing the senior might be displeased by mistaken relations, Wei Qiu hurriedly explained: "Senior, please don’t mind, this is my father, he misses a deceased elder, mistaking you for that elder."
At this mont, Lin Fan was stunned, he was masked, yet still recognized?
"Uncle, it’s you, it’s definitely you. I could never forget your silhouette, you often carried everywhere when I was young, I rember Uncle’s silhouette deeply."
Wei An struggled to step closer to Lin Fan.
Shen Xin kept saying to Wei An that wasn’t Uncle Lin, really wasn’t, Uncle Lin had passed long ago, but Wei An didn’t listen, approaching while speaking.
"Uncle, why don’t you respond to ?"
The elderly Wei An, with a sobbing voice, seed strange to others, an old man insisting a mysterious strong one was his Uncle, a curious relationship.
Wei Qiu was sweating heavily, "Senior, forgive us, my father is thoughtless."
He was near kneeling to Wei An, begging him not to ss this up, this senior wasn’t Uncle, having just helped Baoling Sect through a great calamity; offending him would be trouble indeed.
One eager to reunite; one eager to clarify.
Lin Fan sighed inwardly, could familiarity, despite unseen faces, still be recognized by silhouette?
Thinking carefully, it might be so.
Wei An had lived closely with him, their bond deep, though not by blood yet closer than blood.
He saw Wei An’s life nearing end, rely a few years left.
"Alas..."
Lin Fan sighed, removing the face-concealing spell, "Little Wei An, Uncle has been gone so long, how did you recognize Uncle at a glance, this is unexpected to Uncle."
With Lin Fan removing the spell and responding to Wei An’s call, Wei Qiu, constantly apologizing, was dumbfounded.
"Ah..."
"Ah..."
Wei Qiu beca like a broken record, only able to utter ’Ah ah ah’, unable to say anything else, after a brief pause, he exclaid incredulously.
"Grand-Uncle, you’re not a mortal?"
Lin Fan glanced at Wei Qiu, rolled his eyes, wasn’t it clear now he wasn’t a mortal, then walked to Wei An, ruffling his hair.
"Little Wei An, Uncle’s situation is complicated, not easily explained, and Uncle doesn’t wish to explain."
"Uncle, no need to explain, I’m just glad you’re well."
Wei An’s spirit suddenly lifted, if a doctor were present, they’d gasp, it was a sign of return to light, suggesting not much ti left.
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