"You dare to go head-to-head with my Northern Darkness Divine Art with your mere Dissolving Power Technique? Who gave you the courage, Fish Leong?"
Lin Bufan, arrogant and domineering, intensified his power.
Ding Chunqiu instantly deflated.
He was only at the early stage of the Grandmaster realm.
His internal energy reserves are inferior to Lin Bufan's, and his raw strength is also inferior to Lin Bufan's.
Now that Lin Bufan has also learned the Tianshan Six Yang Palms and the Northern Darkness Divine Skill, he is even less capable of surpassing him.
"Wait, junior brother, who is Fish Leong?"
Ding Chunqiu changed the subject, trying to distract Lin Bufan.
Lin Bufan sneered, "You don't need to know. Hurry up and die to apologize to Senior Wuyazi."
Having said that, he increased his power even further, completely shattering the balance of power.
Slurp...
Ding Chunqiu's internal energy was rapidly draining away, continuously flowing into Lin Bufan's body.
Lin Bufan's internal strength increased greatly, adding several decades to his previous level.
For the past ten days or so, I have been practicing the Northern Darkness Divine Art, the Lesser Formless Art, the Six Yang Palms of Tianshan, and the Lingbo Steps...
With his skills greatly improved and his internal energy increasing, Lin Bufan's cultivation level rose accordingly.
He broke through once again, reaching the peak of the Grandmaster realm.
Wu Yazi's prediction was correct. At this rate, even if Lin Bufan doesn't have any more extraordinary encounters within a year, he can easily become a Grandmaster just by relying on the few divine skills of the Xiaoyao Sect.
Ding Chunqiu is very flustered, extremely flustered, realizing that he has messed with the wrong person.
Of all people to provoke, why did he have to provoke Lin Bufan?
If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have coveted the sect leader's ring, and I shouldn't have come to cause trouble for Lin Bufan.
Now look what happened. He didn't get the sect leader's ring, he didn't get the Free and Unfettered Sect's secret manual, and he even lost his life.
Ding Chunqiu was unwilling to accept this, extremely unwilling, and hurriedly changed his words.
"Junior brother, junior brother, wait a minute. I'm your senior brother. Are you going to do something like killing your fellow disciples? You'll be condemned."
"You've got it wrong. I never became Wuyazi's disciple, so you traitor have no right to call me junior brother. Enough nonsense, prepare to die."
With his power increased again, Ding Chunqiu lost all his internal energy, leaving nothing behind.
Next, the vitality began to drain away rapidly.
Lin Bufan was ruthless to the end, intending to suck him to death.
"No, don't kill me!"
Ding Chunqiu screamed in terror and struggled to turn to his hundreds of disciples, yelling, "Are you all watching a show? Come and save your master!"
None of the disciples dared to come forward; they had never seen anyone as terrifying and ruthless as Lin Bufan.
"Run!" someone shouted.
"Run!" the crowd responded.
One by one, they abandoned their armor and fled in all directions.
Lin Bufan shouted, "The Xingxiu Sect has poisoned the martial arts world and committed countless evils. None of them will escape!"
The Northern Darkness Divine Art unleashed its power once more, drawing people in from afar.
With a sudden boom, it drew in all of Ding Chunqiu's more than one hundred personal disciples, frantically absorbing their power.
"Ah, let me go."
"No way, I've only been learning for a year."
"Waaaaah, I want to go home."
"Father! Mother! Save me!"
Ding Chunqiu's disciples cried out to heaven and earth, creating a grand and tragic scene.
Upon seeing this, the handymen and the hired men who banged drums and shouted slogans ran even faster, wishing they had an extra leg.
Lin Bufan ordered the three women: "Go after them quickly, don't let them escape, kill as many as you can."
"Yes, Brother Lin."
"Yes, young master."
The three women split up to pursue and kill, each killing one person every ten steps, leaving no trace for a thousand miles.
One bloody path, two bloody paths, three bloody paths.
For hundreds of meters, blood flowed like a river.
Ding Chunqiu was in despair, heartbroken, and cried out to the heavens: "Master~, you have found a good successor! Your disciple admits defeat, admits defeat, waaaah!"
After shouting, his head drooped down, and he died.
As he died, a large number of golden fragments fell from his body and flew into Lin Bufan's body.
"Ding, mood value increased by 2000."
"Ding, you have obtained the first move of the Dissolving Power Technique."
"Ding, you have obtained the second form of the Dissolving Power Technique."
"Ding, you have obtained the recipe for Three Smiles Carefree Powder."
...
A moment later, Lin Bufan finished his work and looked around at the corpses scattered all over the ground, all of them important disciples of the Xingxiu Sect.
With all these disciples dead, the Xingxiu Sect is completely finished.
Even if Fu Mei, Lu Wushuang, and Wanyan Ping didn't kill all the remaining escapees, it wouldn't matter.
“Senior Wuyazi, I have avenged the Xiaoyao Sect and you.”
Lin Bufan gazed in the direction of the Valley of the Deaf and Mute and murmured something.
Before long, Guo Fu, Wanyan Ping, and Lu Wushuang ran over excitedly to report the situation to Lin Bufan.
"I killed eighty-three of them," Guo Fu said triumphantly.
"I killed fifty-two." Wanyan Ping's voice was a few decibels lower, because she had killed fewer than Guo Fu.
“I killed… thirty-eight.”
Lu Wushuang's voice was even lower, and she sounded inexplicably frustrated. She added, "My legs aren't good, so I can't run fast. I can't catch up with people who run far away."
"It's alright, it's alright. They're all just small fry and good-for-nothings. Let them go."
Lin Bufan tenderly embraced Lu Wushuang, stroking her pretty face and comforting her for a while.
Guo Fu was filled with jealousy, her lips slightly pouting.
"Brother Lin, where are we going next?" Guo Fu asked jealously, ruining the atmosphere.
Lin Bufan laughed heartily and said to Guo Fu, "Go see your parents and see if they are satisfied with me. What do you say?"
Guo Fu blushed instantly. Brother Lin, really! He wants to meet her parents and discuss marriage so soon. She's not ready at all.
Wanyan Ping asked, "Young master, do you mean we're going back to Jiangnan?"
"That's right, the Hero Tournament is going to be held soon, right? Hopefully we can make it in time."
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