"It shouldn't be the case. Lin Yin Pavilion has been reinforced with runes by a Grand Master of the Divine Sense Realm, so there is absolutely no risk of it collapsing."
The Pavilion Master of Lin Yin Pavilion frowned slightly and said, "I really misjudged him. That young lad Fang Han was actually able to fight against that mysterious and unpredictable Divine Sense Realm expert for so long. If this boy can grow up smoothly, he will definitely become a terrifying existence in the future."
Upon hearing this, Steward Shang Qiyuan's face turned deathly pale, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He thought to himself, "I was thinking of settling scores with Fang Han after he left Lin Yin Pavilion. Isn't that just courting death? Fang Han is so unassuming. If I really provoke him, I might not even know how I died."
"Sect Master, there is no need to worry. In my humble opinion, no matter how powerful Fang Han is, he will not escape death today."
Another steward, "Old Man with White Hair," slowly spoke.
He held an antique-style cane in his hand. He was tall and thin, with white hair and beard. His white hair cascaded down his shoulders like a waterfall, and his white beard was more than a foot long. He looked quite like a Taoist immortal.
"Old man, you are mistaken. Do not underestimate a young man. Fang Han has not yet been captured by that mysterious expert. It is difficult to say who will win this battle today."
The chubby butler, the "Silver-Haired Sword Demon," retorted in a muffled voice.
He was tall and imposing, carrying an extremely large and heavy longsword on his back, making him look incredibly domineering.
"Hey, Blade Demon, how about we make a bet today?"
The white-haired old man instantly perked up, his eyes flashing with a fighting spirit as he stared intently at the silver-haired sword demon, his provocation evident in his every word.
The two of them were both stewards of the Lin Yin Pavilion, but they had always been at odds.
The old man with white hair is cunning and loves to scheme. He also has a very high opinion of himself.
The silver-haired swordsman, on the other hand, is straightforward, has a fiery temper, and never beats around the bush.
At this moment, the two started competing again.
"Bet? Didn't you lose badly to me last time? With your meager assets, I'd be ashamed to even think about betting with you?"
The silver-haired swordsman crossed his arms and snorted disdainfully.
"I'm betting 10,000 gold coins this time!"
The old man with white hair stiffened his neck and raised his voice, as if he wanted to use this high stake to prove his determination.
"Ten thousand gold coins? That's equivalent to one million taels of silver? You old codger, can you really come up with that much money? Don't try to renege on your bet when you lose!"
The silver-haired sword demon stared wide-eyed at the white-haired old man with a look of suspicion.
boom!
Just as they were arguing, the Lin Yin Pavilion suddenly began to shake violently.
The tremor was powerful, several times stronger than the previous shaking.
The Pavilion Master of Lin Yin Pavilion and the four stewards were stunned by the sudden turn of events. Before they could recover, bricks and stones began to fall from above, smashing large holes in the windows of their floor.
Moreover, the entire pavilion was shaking more and more violently.
"This is terrible! If this continues, they're going to tear down Lin Yin Pavilion!"
Shang Qiyuan exclaimed in surprise.
Now he understood that Fang Han was not some good-for-nothing or idiot at all, but a true powerhouse, at least a powerhouse of the Pavilion Master level, or even stronger than the Pavilion Master.
"Boss, should we get involved?"
Liu Qingyan quickly asked.
She and Shang Qiyuan liked to call the head of Lin Yin Pavilion "boss".
However, the white-haired old man and the silver-haired sword demon preferred to call him "palace master".
“I underestimated Fang Han before, but now it seems that I, at the Foundation Establishment stage, am probably no match for him. It is not advisable for us to take sides immediately in this matter.”
The head of Lin Yin Pavilion pondered for a moment before speaking.
Immediately afterwards, the Lin Yin Pavilion trembled violently, and a large number of bricks and stones fell down.
"Let's go up and take a look first."
The Pavilion Master of Lin Yin Pavilion became worried. He knew that the number one private room in the Heavenly Palace must have been destroyed, which meant that the roof and walls of the top floor of Lin Yin Pavilion had probably been torn off. If Fang Han and that expert in the Divine Sense Realm were allowed to continue fighting like this, the entire Lin Yin Pavilion would probably collapse.
Then his losses would be huge, considering that Lin Yin Pavilion makes a fortune every day.
He had to find a way to end this battle quickly.
Meanwhile, the fight between Fang Han and the masked woman had reached a fever pitch.
The walls around them were gone, shattered by the tremors, and the roof had long been torn off.
Most of these bricks and stones fell into the Baijiang River, splashing up huge sprays of water.
This is the power of the strong; the earth trembles and mountains shake.
"My God, it seems there are powerful figures fighting at the top of Lin Yin Pavilion. The walls of Lin Yin Pavilion, which are reinforced with runes, have been shattered."
"All we can see are two sword lights clashing, but we can't see anyone at all."
"Let's run quickly, or we'll be crushed to death if the Lin Yin Pavilion collapses."
"The Pavilion Master of Lin Yin Pavilion is said to be one of the strongest people in Yanming City. No one has ever dared to cause trouble in Lin Yin Pavilion before, but judging from the scene now, something big is probably going to happen today."
Meanwhile, many people on the banks of the Baijiang River and on some boats in the river had noticed this terrifying situation and started discussing it.
"Use whatever other tricks you have up your sleeve."
"After fighting the masked woman for more than a hundred moves, Fang Han suddenly spoke up."
He had basically figured out this woman's swordsmanship and martial arts skills.
"Kid, you can't hold on any longer, can you? You're just a beginner Martial Grandmaster. You must have used a secret technique, burning your own true energy, to fight me to a standstill. Once your true energy is exhausted, let's see what you'll have to fight me with."
The woman wearing the mask still exuded arrogance.
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