freenovelworld Chapter 1554 - 1552: 3,000 Refugees Strike Together!
Chapter 1554 - 1552: 3,000 Refugees Strike Together!
Whoosh—
The cold wind howled past, stirring up the white, endless snow!
It fell one after another.
Falling on Lin Fan’s head and shoulders, it instantly looked as if he had donned a snow-white cloak.
Lin Fan remained motionless, slightly circulating his True Qi.
The snowflakes on him were instantly evaporated by the heat, turning into wisps of white smoke that disappeared into the air.
"You really want to fight me? Don’t blame me for not warning you; you’re courting death."
Lin Fan stood steadfastly amidst the wind and snow.
The cold of the blizzard was chilling to the bone, but the aura exuded by Lin Fan was even more terrifying.
The snow merely caused an external chill, a drop in body temperature.
But Lin Fan instilled a fear that came from the depths of one’s heart— a coldness that penetrated the bones!
Swish.
All the exiled men came to an abrupt halt, staring wide-eyed at each other, exchanging glances.
They were intimidated by Lin Fan’s presence, their hearts anxious and uneasy, not a single one daring to take a step forward.
Fear.
Panic.
Horror.
Terror!
Lin Fan seemed to transform into a blizzard, an overwhelming momentum and pressure, leaving one breathless, heart nearly stopping!
Whoosh—
Whoosh—
Whoosh—
The heavy breathing of all the exiled men was especially loud in the silent setting.
Thump—
Their heartbeats seemed about to leap from their chests, shocking their bodies into numbness.
A single breath!
Two breaths!
Three breaths!
...
Ten full breaths!
The group of exiled men stood like ice sculptures, motionless facing Lin Xiao, not a single one daring to take a step.
"Bullshit!"
Suddenly, an angry shout came from the crowd.
Everyone turned to look, eyes filled with admiration—someone was actually daring enough to seek death, they were truly impressed!
"You’re fucking full of shit!"
That exiled man stepped out from the crowd, pointing at Lin Fan and cursing.
This guy was a die-hard follower of Lan Zhengqing.
He worshipped Lan Zhengqing like a god and would not tolerate anyone speaking ill of Lan Zhengqing.
If it were an exiled man, a single complaint about Lan Zhengqing would lead to a fierce fight! If it were someone else, there would be no reason needed—they’d be killed mercilessly!
Only the dead do not defame Lan Zhengqing.
But.
He had not stepped forward earlier as he didn’t want to stand out too much; after all, he didn’t wish to be the leader of the Ice Cicada Sect, just wanted to be Lan Zhengqing’s right-hand man, thus he disliked forcibly taking the limelight.
However.
Lin Fan had humiliated Lan Zhengqing—openly and blatantly in front of everyone!
He was trying to throw mud on Lan Zhengqing’s name.
This was something he could not tolerate.
Moreover, the offender was a guy from the Sumeru Continent, something even lower than the exiled ones!
Why!
By what right can he lecture Lan Zhengqing!
Thus, Lin Fan must die.
"You’re fucking talking bullshit, try and touch me if you dare! Come on! Touch me if you dare!" That guy was exceedingly arrogant, spreading his arms wide as he walked toward Lin Fan.
"I warned you not to come near me." Lin Fan said expressionlessly, not regarding him at all.
An insignificant ant wasn’t worth his words.
Such a person could be dealt with by a mere finger.
The more arrogant the person, the less skill they truly had. Because their self-confidence is overblown, they sincerely believe they are exceptional, but are nothing more than a worthless idiot, not worth mentioning.
"You killed Qiu Xi, the commander. Lan Shao has already confirmed it, allowing no dispute."
"What Lan Shao says is truth; whether you want to admit it or not, you must. He said you did it, so it’s you who did it."
"Can you not act like a man and openly admit it? You killed Commander Qiu Xi, do you dare to admit it!"
That guy was extraordinarily arrogant, jabbing his finger at Lin Fan’s nose, pressing closer.
Lin Fan chuckled.
Without any forewarning!
He chuckled!
Derisively!
Mockingly!
Disdainfully!
Contemptuously!
At a certain instant, he almost burst into uproarious laughter!
But, at the last moment, he suppressed the joy within, restraining the laughter.
"You’re not joking, you really think it’s me who did this to Qiu Xi?"
"I just said, Lan Shao said it’s you, so it’s you. I only listen to Lan Shao."
"Then if Lan Shao tells you to eat shit, do you go and eat it?"
"..."
"Ah... then I understand, you’ve probably eaten shit before, that’s no challenge for you." Lin Fan said cheerfully, ridiculing the opponent until he was left utterly shamed. "There’s also a point: being like a man, openly and frankly admitting it is indeed right. But why should I admit to something I didn’t do? Ultimately, being not a man doesn’t apply to me, but to your Lan Shao."
"Or else, we’ll see who turns into a woman?"
Lin Fan laughed, raising his eyebrows provocatively at Lan Zhengqing.
"You damn fool, unrepentant! Die already, I’ve tolerated you for long enough, constantly humiliating Lan Shao, you must die here!"
That guy’s voice became maniacal, like a stark raving lunatic!
Facial features contorted, voice shrill, expression fierce.
"You think you have what it takes to kill me? Your sissy Lan Shao couldn’t kill me, what makes you think you stand a chance?" Lin Fan’s voice was cold, his eyes filled with a mirthful look as he stared coldly at his opponent.
Bang!
That guy said no more, his figure flickered as he charged forward like a ghost.
"Die! You damn mutt!"
The guy was indeed fast.
Not even a breath!
Appeared right before Lin Fan, judging by the form of his swing, he had some capability.
This punch should carry around thirty million jin of power.
For an ordinary person, thirty million jin was already a terrifying number; just blocking it would shatter their bones.
However.
For Lin Fan, it was merely as strong as his pinky.
The gap between them was simply too vast.
There was no real point in a duel.
Besides.
Lin Fan had promised Qiu Xi not to harm the exiled ones.
So he always kept his hands behind his back, disdaining the seemingly fierce but actually feeble attacks from his opponent.
"Oh! That guy made a move! Brilliant!"
"Judging by his stance, his strength isn’t small!"
"Can Lin Fan withstand it? Afraid he’s going to die!"
"Why don’t we all jump in!"
"Great! Can’t let him take all the credit!"
"Everyone, let’s do this together!"
Emboldened by that man, the exiled ones brimmed with confidence, their killing intent soaring, raising their fists, advancing through the snow.
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
Countless figures charged at Lin Fan, a frenzied and violent aura pressing the void, redirecting the blizzard to roar toward Lin Fan.
"Kill!"
"Kill Lin Fan!"
"Avenge Qiu Xi!"
"Damn scum!"
"Kill him!"
The crowd screamed wildly as they rushed forward.
In an instant!
All around Lin Fan, in every void, appeared a fist-waving silhouette!
Dense and numerous!
Blotting out the sky and the sun!
An oppressive pressure descended upon Lin Fan!
By a rough count, as many as three thousand exiled ones!