"Young man, your sharpness is too apparent, and sooner or later it will be your downfall. Although I don't know who gave you the courage to oppose Hua Yi, today I am definitely taking these two people with !" The elder, who had been silent for a while, spoke calmly.
An Xiyao and An Xixue, the two sisters, instantly beca tense, and the atmosphere in the eting grew heavy once again.
Ling Fan gave the elder a sidelong glance, smiling yet not smiling, "I also don't know who gave you the gall to speak so insolently in front of . Is it just because you're a Law Practitioner?
I don't know what rank of Law Practitioner you are. What's next, are you planning to perform a wind and rain show or conjure a fire?"
Hearing this, the elder's expression changed dramatically, "You... recognize ?"
"Heh, you have the fluctuation of the elents about you, but you seem not yet to have stepped into the Law Cultivation Grandmaster Realm. If we're talking about a one-on-one fight, I can afford to give you one hand. Want to try?" Ling Fan sneered.
The elder's expression changed back and forth, and eventually, he cald down. His na was Fu Cheng, a descendant of the Xiangjiang School of Law, heavily commissioned by the Prince of Hua Yi.
If he was to return from this excursion to the inland without success, where would his face be? After pondering, seeing the several decades of gap between him and Ling Fan, having been imrsed in Technique Law for dozens of years, he couldn't believe he would be inferior to a youth barely in his twenties. Had he really been wasting the last few decades?
"The gun in your hand can't threaten , and besides, do you think a few words can deceive ? I've lived a long life and haven't yet seen a young man who can brag as much as you do." Fu Cheng was confident, as if he had seen through Ling Fan's bluffing tactics.
Ling Fan put away his gun, knowing that this old thing must have sothing to rely on. His gun wasn't specially made and wouldn't pose a real threat to such a special individual.
"Old man, I'm giving you a chance to display what you can do. If you're not up to it, break both your arms and roll out of here," Ling Fan said indifferently.
Fu Cheng's expression subtly changed, "Young man, didn't your parents teach you to speak politely to your elders? Today, I shall teach you what it ans to respect the old and love the young!"
Wang Jing, with half of his head bloodied, had a ferocious look, "Elder Fu, you must kill him!"
Suddenly, Fu Cheng flipped his wrist, and a pitch-black porcelain vase appeared in his hand. With a sneer, he said, "Boy, today I will let you witness the prowess of the Xiangjiang School of Law!"
As he said this, he opened the mouth of the vase, and to the curious gaze of the onlookers, a stream of black mist floated out, reminiscent of Aladdin's Magic Lamp. The black mist drifted in midair, transforming into countless ghastly faces.
At the sa ti, a chilly wind blew through the eting room, and the temperature dropped sharply. The ghostly faces in the mist issued hideous, eerie laughter, conjuring a ghastly breeze that opened its monstrous maw and rushed straight at Ling Fan.
In the conference room, at the instant that the Yin Ghost appeared, several girls scread, huddling with their heads in their hands, crouching on the ground. Even Xiao Chubing and Li ngying stepped back several paces with pale faces.
Although they were not as visibly distressed, they still felt icy cold all over, with numb hands and feet.
Looking at Wang Jing and the bodyguards, they were already petrified, trembling on the ground in fear.
Ling Fan's gaze sharpened. It was rumored that the Xiangjiang School of Law was skilled in controlling spirits and specialized in the Yin Ghost lineage, and seeing it today confird it was indeed so.
In the inheritance of the Limitless Secret To he had obtained, how could there be an absence of crafting Talismans? Before his severe injury and marriage into the Xiao Family, he had crafted a Thunder Law Jade Talisman using the thods outlined in the Secret To. Today was the perfect day to show this old man what Technique Law was.
Fu Cheng saw Ling Fan remain unmoved in the face of the approaching ferocious ghost and thought he was petrified with fear. With a cold laugh, he said, "Ignorant youth, today I'll teach you how to be human!"
He had nurtured this Yin Ghost for over thirty years; it was full of heavy Yin Qi, and ordinary people would surely die upon contact. Even an average martial artist tainted with this Yin Qi would be seriously ill for months.
Xiao Chubing and Li ngying were tensed to the extre, having even forgotten to remind Ling Fan to dodge.
In a critical mont, Ling Fan casually tore off the jade pendant around his neck, held it in his hand, and faced the descending evil ghost as he lightly uttered, "Thunder co!"
As his words fell, the sound of thunder echoed in the otherwise silent room. The hall was surrounded by entwining purple lightning, and everyone felt as though they were in the center of a thunderstorm. The evil ghost scread in terror, its face portraying fear as it frantically fled.
Ling Fan's expression turned cold, and, holding the thunder in his hand, he looked toward the frantically fleeing ghost and pointed, "Go!"
The lightning filling the room seed to respond to his summons, converging and attacking the evil ghost.
The evil ghost was struck by the thunderbolt, letting out a piercing, miserable scream before turning into a trail of black smoke that dissipated in the air.
The Yin Vase in Fu Cheng's hand 'click' sounded and also shattered into countless pieces, completely beyond repair.
"You... you... you..."
Fu Cheng, with trembling fingers, pointed at Ling Fan, who was surrounded by lightning as if the Thunder God himself had descended, his face full of horror and disbelief.
Wang Jing and the other bodyguards were ntally frozen, their eyes widened. They had lived in the Secular World; when had they ever witnessed such unbelievable immortal thods?
An Xiyao and An Xixue, crouching and holding their heads, were dumbfounded, a thought simultaneously rising in their hearts: was this still the world they knew?
The other three lovely executives sat on the ground, completely dumbstruck, suddenly feeling that the distance between myths and reality was within reach.
Xiao Chubing and Li ngying were breathing heavily, looking at Ling Fan, who stood proudly as if the Thunder God had descended, feeling more excitent and admiration than ever!
"Old man, the Yin Qi in your body is too heavy. This young master will relieve you of your bad luck, fall!" Ling Fan chuckled, saying indifferently.
In an instant, a thunderbolt struck, and Fu Cheng's body trembled violently, with streaks of black smoke rising from his body.
As the black smoke cleared, revealing Fu Cheng's true face, his clothing was completely destroyed, he looked extrely disheveled, his hair charred, and the next second, ostensibly out of sheer rage, Fu Cheng spewed a mouthful of old blood.
"You....."
Fu Cheng felt as if his heart had died, his courage shattered. The Yin Qi he had accumulated over decades was reduced to almost nothing by one of Ling Fan's thunderbolts, rendering his cultivation useless.
"Being old doesn't an you rely on your physical strength. Instead of staying at ho to enjoy your remaining years, why did you co out and pretend to be sothing? Do you really think by keeping a ghost you've ascended to heaven?" Ling Fan sneered.
Fu Cheng had never suffered such humiliation. In Xiangjiang, he had a considerable reputation, a guest of honor among many wealthy rchants; he could not believe that his first venture from the mountains had ended in such a debacle, trembling all over and unable to utter a word.
"All of you, sever one arm, then get lost!" Ling Fan barked.
Wang Jing and the others were sweating profusely, silently looking towards Fu Cheng, but the old man was now unable to even protect himself, making looking to him pointless.
"I, I am willing to pay for an arm..." Wang Jing swallowed, trembling as he spoke, preferring to spend money rather than cripple himself.
"Oh? Heh, okay, ten billion for an arm!" Ling Fan said indifferently.
Fanxing needed money, and he didn't mind making a little extra on the side with such an opportunity.
Wang Jing almost coughed up blood, "Why don't you just rob ?"
"Huh? You say that one more ti!" Ling Fan frowned.
"I... I'll pay..." Wang Jing gritted his teeth and said.
Xiao Chubing and others, "..."
Among those present, only Wang Jing had the financial ans. The other three bodyguards resolutely severed one arm, leaving only Fu Cheng.
Even that old man could afford it. Under the eaves, one had no choice but to bow. Yet this old ghost treasured wealth as dear as life, and he imdiately severed one arm without hesitation, surprisingly Ling Fan.
The few of them supported each other, leaving the conference room in embarrassnt. As they reached the door, Ling Fan said indifferently to Fu Cheng's retreating back: "You're welco to seek revenge anyti, but if you dare involve the innocent, buddy, I'll gladly march up to Xiangjiang and wipe out your line of Yin Ghosts!"
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