The crowd was dumbfounded, their jaws practically on the ground.
A human daring to withstand a treasure technique with their bare body, emerging unscathed—it was beyond comprehension.
"That kid's physique is unreal! Is he aiming to sanctify his body?" someone stammered, barely able to close their mouth.
The attack had been so formidable that its mere shockwaves struck fear into onlookers, nearly killing some. Yet a nine-year-old boy had shrugged it off, shattering everyone's understanding.
Could ten Heavenly Passages really elevate the body to such a new height, far beyond others?
Sikong Ming stood frozen, disbelief etched on his face. He unleashed several more attacks, but Lin Fan seemed unfazed, bouncing around as if nothing had happened, sending a shiver through him.
How is this possible? I refuse to believe ten Heavenly Passages are this insurmountable!
"Heh, someone else's ten passages might not be, but I'm an exception," Lin Fan said with a cold smirk, exhaling a turbid breath.
In truth, he'd devoted years to tempering his body. He'd endured trials like being struck by five bolts of lightning, scorched by heavenly flames, and frozen by extreme cold, pushing his physique to a new pinnacle. Calling it a sanctified body wasn't an exaggeration.
This was largely thanks to his Supreme Bone. Each time he was injured, a pulse of his supreme technique would generate a mysterious force that nourished his body, making it increasingly resilient, unshakable as stone.
"You've hit me plenty. Now it's my turn!" Lin Fan declared, stepping forward. He transformed into a streak of golden light, his fist rocketing toward Sikong Ming, the gale it stirred tearing the ground apart, spawning even more fissures.
Sikong Ming looked up, intending to dodge with a swift arc, but an unseen force seemed to tether him, rooting him in place. With no choice, he met the blow head-on, his palm striking upward.
Boom!
A dazzling burst of light erupted between them. Lin Fan pressed forward aggressively, shattering one purple rune after another, fearless of the lightning, charging with devastating force.
"Agh!"
Sikong Ming let out a scream. His arm snapped, bending grotesquely, bone piercing through skin, blood gushing and splattering the ground.
But Lin Fan wasn't done. Closing the distance, he gave his opponent no respite. Grabbing Sikong Ming's leg, he swung him like a flail, smashing him into the earth. Stone fragments flew, and the ground caved in.
Unsatisfied, Lin Fan treated Sikong Ming like a whip, entering demolition mode. He flattened a swath of the Sikong Clan's palaces in their Heavenly Passage Realm stronghold.
Hiss…
Even the onlookers in the city winced, sucking in sharp breaths. This kid is ruthless! A genius with nine Heavenly Passages was being toyed with, used as a tool to wreck his own clan's home.
Such humiliation was worse than death—enough to make anyone spit blood in rage.
Sikong Ming did just that, coughing up blood. The physical torment paled compared to the mental anguish. It was too degrading, too shameful. Worse, he was powerless against Lin Fan's terrifying strength, surpassing even the cubs of pureblood ferocious beasts. The word "monstrous" barely sufficed.
"Junior Brother's so fierce… Looks like he's been holding back when fighting me," Yue Chan murmured, her eyes sparkling with admiration.
Suddenly, a silver glint flashed from one of Sikong Ming's Heavenly Passages, shooting toward Lin Fan's head with blinding speed, sharp enough to slice through the void.
"Watch out! It's the Sikong Clan's ancestral treasure!" Yue Chan cried, her heart lurching.
Whoosh!
A silver bone sword grazed Lin Fan's neck, leaving a shallow gash. A fraction closer, and it would've severed his head—a perilously close call.
Had Lin Fan's instincts not been razor-sharp, sensing the danger and tilting his head just in time, he might've died in the Spirit World.
"You've been naughty…" Lin Fan said, eyeing the bone sword as it looped back. He hoisted Sikong Ming as a shield, positioning him in its path.
Yet the sword, controlled by Sikong Ming, didn't stop, as if he intended to perish alongside Lin Fan in a mutual end.
"Think you can die so easily?" Lin Fan snorted, seeing through his ploy. Unable to kill Lin Fan, Sikong Ming sought death instead. In the Spirit World, death wasn't permanent—just a few months of weakness in reality, easily remedied with precious herbs for someone backed by a clan.
Whoosh!
Lin Fan yanked Sikong Ming aside, deliberately letting the sword slice through his arm.
Crack!
"Agh!" Sikong Ming screamed again, his arm severed, sweat beading on his forehead, his face ashen.
The bone sword, now uncontrolled, fell into Lin Fan's grasp. He wielded it, grazing Sikong Ming's body with precise cuts—not fatal, but agonizing.
"Agh…"
Sikong Ming despaired. His own weapon was being used to torment him, subjecting him to a thousand cuts of humiliation.
"Please… just kill me…" he begged, preferring death to this disgrace.
"Senior Sister is my precious darling. You dared insult her, so this is your punishment," Lin Fan said, ignoring his pleas. Finding the sword too cumbersome, he switched to his fists.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The ground quaked like thunder, fissures radiating outward, the center collapsing into a massive crater. Onlookers swallowed hard, their hearts pounding in sync with the tremors.
So… I'm that important to Junior Brother? Yue Chan's eyes shimmered, her heart fluttering as she fixed her gaze on the small, relentless figure.
"You…"
Sikong Ming opened his mouth, but no sound emerged. His bones were shattered, his teeth gone, his body broken beyond defiance. Never had he been so humiliated, always towering over his peers. Now, a mere child had reduced him to this, unable to lift his head.
No despair is greater than a broken spirit. He vowed never to run his mouth again.
"Learn your lesson. Some people aren't yours to judge. Words bring calamity," Lin Fan said, delivering a final golden fist that rippled outward, reducing the stronghold to rubble and ending Sikong Ming's suffering.
The remaining Sikong Clan members trembled, seething but silent, fearing they'd be next. In the Heavenly Passage Realm, even a Heavenly Deity would be no match for Lin Fan unless they too had reached the ten-passage extreme.
Their fears were unfounded. Lin Fan had no interest in pursuing them. Standing atop the ruins, he surveyed the world below, a sovereign gazing upon his domain.
"Listen well! If anyone dares slander my senior sister again, claiming she's less than the Heaven Severing Sect's Witch, this is their fate!" Lin Fan proclaimed, his voice resounding like a god's decree, his presence the sole truth in the heavens.
The crowd, though bristling at his arrogance, dared not retort. His strength and the might of the Heaven Mending Sect behind him were beyond their reach.
"Go, tell the Heaven Severing Sect's Witch I'm waiting here to fight her on Senior Sister's behalf!"
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The Spirit World's Qianfeng City lay in stunned silence, the Sikong Clan's stronghold reduced to a wasteland of shattered stone and fading light. Lin Fan stood unyielding, his declaration echoing through the air, a challenge that promised to shake the spiritual realm as Yue Chan watched, her heart swelling with pride and newfound affection for her fierce junior brother.
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