"What is that?!"

Someone sharp-eyed had already seen the figure standing within the chill, and shouted in terror.

Swish.

Everyone's gaze snapped over, and their breathing froze for an instant!

Mu Feichen, who had been about to break into a smile, also froze on the spot, eyes bulging, utterly dumbfounded.

What?!

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Could it be that Lin Fan isn't dead?! Did he actually survive inside the Sky Ice Sword?!

Absolutely impossible!

The Sky Ice Sword was Elder Han An's signature move; his own Light Slash wasn't even on the same level as the Sky Ice Sword.

Even if Lin Fan dodged his Heart-shattering Light Slash, there was no way he could dodge the Sky Ice Sword!

He wouldn't believe Lin Fan survived even if you beat him to death!

But.

Standing within the Sky Ice Sword, besides Lin Fan, who else could it be?

Mu Feichen didn't dare believe his own eyes, but he really couldn't think of any excuse.

He just didn't want to admit that Lin Fan was actually a freak!

After Elder Han An struck, he was slowly walking toward Lan Yunwei.

But halfway there he heard a wave of exclamations.

He immediately stopped and looked toward the source of the cries.

He saw everyone looking toward the same spot, so he followed their gaze curiously, and only then did he spot a dark silhouette standing tall within the chill of the Sky Ice Sword.

"Hm?"

He raised an eyebrow, feeling a trace of curiosity in his heart.

Could it be that brat isn't dead?

Impossible.

A Ninth Rank Saint Emperor ant like that, even if by some fluke he wasn't skewered into a sieve by the Sky Ice Sword, would still be frozen to death by the heaven-chill it released.

Besides.

The first scenario couldn't happen to begin with, so there was no chance of the second.

That brat was definitely dead; it's just that his corpse was frozen stiff, so it was still standing there.

Heh.

Making a fuss over nothing, a bunch of bumpkins who've never seen the world.

People like that shouldn't even dream of entering Wenyu City in their lifetime.

Especially that waste named Mu Feichen—he was honestly the most useless so-called Young Master of a super power Han An had ever seen.

Even the way he looked at Lan Yunwei was lecherous.

Extremely annoying.

So.

He didn't bother with them. He just felt these trash ants from the Guiyuan Biao Bureau were bored out of their minds, scared half to death by some imaginary fantasy. Trash like this shouldn't exist anywhere near Wenyu City; they just dragged the city's overall level down.

This bunch should be cleared out, so he wouldn't have to watch them act tough.

Elder Han An thought arrogantly, rolled his eyes, dropped the matter, and continued walking toward Lan Yunwei.

He'd only taken two steps.

"Ah!"

He heard Lan Yunwei suddenly cover her small mouth and let out a shriek.

Her watery eyes were filled with shock and panic as she stared at the space behind Elder Han An.

What the hell?!

Elder Han An flew into a rage, the corners of his eyes twitching viciously.

Why were these people jumping at shadows like something earth-shattering had happened!

Goddammit!

Anger surged through him; he spun around furiously, just about to see what was going on.

However.

Before he could fully turn around.

A palm carrying a fierce gust of wind whipped toward him.

Smack!

It landed hard across his face.

Elder Han An's whole body went flying backward, spinning three full times in the air before crashing to the ground, sprawling there like a dead dog.

Whoosh!

Everyone present was scared stupid; they held their breath, didn't dare make a sound, even forgot to blink.

Elder Han An was slapped so hard his head was buzzing and stars exploded before his eyes.

He only came to after a long while, staring blankly up—only to see Lin Fan standing in front of him, grinning like a rascal.

Actually... completely unscathed!

"You... how... how is it you?!"

For a moment, Elder Han An didn't know what to say. He was shocked that Lin Fan was alive, and shocked that Lin Fan actually dared lay hands on him.

The two things hit him so hard he didn't know which to address first. Lin Fan's survival and his strike had scrambled his brain; his words were all over the place.

"Surprised?"

Lin Fan smiled faintly, looking all cheerful, as if that sea of Sky Ice Swords just now hadn't affected him at all.

Shock!

Astonishment!

Stupefaction!

Elder Han An's eyeballs were on the verge of popping out, his jaw already on the floor.

"You..."

Before he could get another word out, Lin Fan strode over again with long steps, raised his hand without ceremony, and slapped the other side of Elder Han An's face.

Boom!

This time Elder Han An didn't fly into the air; instead his whole body scraped along the ground, sliding away!

Face first, gouging a deep, long groove across the earth.

Like some colossal chasm!

Utterly horrifying!

The weight behind that punch had soared straight to thirty billion jin!

If it had landed on an ordinary person's face, their head would probably have exploded on the spot!

Fortunately it was Elder Han An who took that punch, but it was still enough to leave him miserably battered—a humiliation beyond belief!

No one had expected that after the first slap, Lin Fan would actually follow up with another!

That was equivalent to humiliating Elder Han An twice over!

With such a lofty status, so respected by all, he was now slapped twice by Lin Fan, lying there like a dead dog, unable to move.

No one had imagined things would escalate to this extent.

Lin Fan was too arrogant!

Too conceited!

Too rampant!

But they couldn't deny that he really did have the right to be arrogant, conceited, and rampant!

Because he had survived inside the Sky Ice Sword!

And had appeared silently right behind Elder Han An.

If someone like him wasn't allowed to be arrogant, who else could be?!

If these Darts Masters had even a fraction of Lin Fan's ability, they'd probably be even more unbridled than him.

Unfortunately, they didn't have that kind of power, so all they could do was stand to the side and envy him.

Of everyone present, the most terrified was Mu Feichen.

He was trembling violently all over, as if his soul had been ripped away, standing there in a daze, eyes unfocused, his expression impossible to describe.

Terror, shock, panic, fear—all jumbled together, making his face look extremely ugly.

He pictured that slap of Lin Fan's landing on his own head... the scene would be unimaginably gory, blood and flesh flying everywhere!

Mu Feichen couldn't help but shudder, and staggered backward, legs weak.

But Lin Fan didn't spare him a single glance. To Lin Fan, he was already a trivial ant not worth mentioning.

So there was no need to bother with Mu Feichen at all.

In Lin Fan's eyes, there was only Elder Han An!

He walked toward Elder Han An, killing intent surging, just about to continue teaching him a lesson.

Lan Yunwei suddenly darted in front of him, spreading her arms to block his path.

"You can't go any further!"