Chapter 802
Chapter 802: 802
“Why waste words with him? Let’s strike together, capture this boy, and make him pay for his arrogant words and behavior,” Zhang Junxian said coldly, his eyes brimming with ferocity, as if he was eager to make a move against Fang Lin.
Surrounded by swirling black insects, Mu Fanzi said nothing, but he released a surge of qi, firmly locking onto Fang Lin, ready to take action at any moment.
Seeing these two about to make a move, Duan Hongyan didn’t hesitate. With a shift in her figure, a fiery red giant hand descended from the sky, heading straight for Fang Lin and Huang Yao.
Huang Yao was terrified. As a Martial Artist of the Heavenly Origin realm, facing Duan Hongyan’s full-strength attack—a Spirit Vein powerhouse—he immediately felt his own insignificance and fragility, as if he would be crushed to dust the moment that palm landed.
“A mere Spirit Vein, and you think you’re somebody important?” Fang Lin scoffed with a cold laugh, flicking his finger.
A black ray of finger force tore through the air, colliding fiercely with the fiery red giant hand.
Boom!!!
That fiery red hand instantly shattered, while the black ray of finger force remained undiminished, charging straight toward Duan Hongyan.
Duan Hongyan’s face changed, not expecting Fang Lin to be so powerful. She immediately struck out another palm, blocking the black ray of finger force.
Zhang Junxian made his move, his figure incredibly fast, as he threw a sharp and formidable kick at Fang Lin’s face.
“Seeking death!” Fang Lin laughed heartily, thinking this fool actually wanted to go toe-to-toe with him, simply asking for trouble.
With a thud, Fang Lin grabbed Zhang Junxian’s leg. Zhang Junxian’s face drastically changed, wanting to break free and retreat, but it was too late.
Fang Lin exerted strength in his hands, and with a whoosh, he flung Zhang Junxian out like a rag doll.
Zhang Junxian’s face was full of shock. Barely stabilizing himself, he felt a lingering pain at his ankle.
“So powerful!” Zhang Junxian exclaimed, his expression ugly, realizing they had underestimated this guy.
Fang Lin dusted off his hands, shaking his head repeatedly, looking disdainfully at Zhang Junxian and Duan Hongyan, and said, “Is this all the ability you two have?”
Both were infuriated and frustrated, originally thinking they could easily take down Fang Lin, but unexpectedly their opponent was so strong, completely suppressing the two of them.
Mu Fanzi’s eyes were solemn, seemingly realizing Fang Lin’s formidable strength, and he didn’t make a move lightly.
The other Hall Master Descendants, on the other hand, were dumbstruck.
They knew Fang Lin was impressive, but hadn’t expected him to be this formidable. Duan Hongyan and the other two were already in the Spirit Vein realm, yet they weren’t a match for him?
Could Heavenly Origin possibly be a match for Spirit Vein? This was definitely the strength of a Talent in Martial Arts, with such a young age, could he be a wondrous prodigy proficient in both Alchemy and Martial?
Seeing Fang Lin’s valorous performance, fighting two on his own and still clearly having the upper hand, Huang Yao immediately relaxed, no longer worried about anything.
Duan Hongyan turned to Mu Fanzi and said, “Aren’t you going to make a move?”
Mu Fanzi hesitated for a moment, just about to take action when suddenly an anomaly occurred in this place.
An eerie sound of a qin began to rise, as if it had come from the ancient times, or as if it was drifting from the deep abyss.
Everyone’s expression froze, falling into a moment of confusion.
“There’s something wrong with this qin music!” Fang Lin was the first to jolt awake, his expression turned drastic, his Inner Strength swelling out to block the music.
But unexpectedly, the qin music seemed to penetrate everything. Even with the Inner Strength blocking his surroundings, he could still hear it clearly.
Behind him, Huang Yao showed a pained expression, as if caught in some unbearable memories.
Others were the same as him, some crying, some laughing, some joyful, and some sorrowful, as if they were immersed in their pasts, unable to extricate themselves.
Apart from Fang Lin, only Mu Fanzi and his two companions managed to stay alert, but they too were sweating profusely on their foreheads, struggling hard to resist the eerie music.
However, by the looks of them, it was clear that their resistance was extremely difficult, and it seemed to be only a matter of time before they would be overtaken by the music.
Fang Lin clenched his teeth, feeling his brain swell and throb uncomfortably. This music carried a strange power that made it easy for one to be lost in memories of the past.
Looking up, he saw a woman playing the zither midair, but the sound of the music seemed to come from all directions.
Fang Lin roared, his figure leaping towards the woman.
Sensing something, the woman plucked the strings, and the music suddenly changed, becoming sharp and piercing as if it were a tune for reaping lives.
Fang Lin’s movement faltered as if affected, and his vision slightly blurred.
At the critical moment, Fang Lin bit his tongue tip, using the pain to snap back to awareness. The light emitted by the Kylin Demon Bone enveloped his whole body, significantly weakening the music.
Fang Lin threw a punch that dispersed the woman’s figure, and the music disappeared with her.
But before Fang Lin could catch his breath, the woman’s figure reemerged not far away, continuing to play her zither with even more violent music.
Although equipped with the Kylin Demon Bone for protection, Fang Lin was temporarily unaffected by the music. However, the people below, including Mu Fanzi and the other two, could no longer resist and succumbed to the sounds.
Fang Lin’s expression grew ugly, the music was too formidable. Even with the armor of the Kylin, he couldn’t hold out much longer unless he could eliminate the true source of the music; otherwise, even the Kylin armor would have its moment of being breached by the music.
The power of spirit eyes spread out as Fang Lin sought to locate the origin of the music.
Hum!
A chilling note struck Fang Lin, and although protected by the Kylin armor, he was shaken and staggered backward.
As Fang Lin searched for the source of the music, he also continually dodged the assaults of the notes.
“Hmm?” Suddenly, numerous figures in black robes appeared around Fang Lin, each with a flickering ghostly flame inside.
“What the hell are these things?” Fang Lin cursed inwardly and threw a punch towards one of the black robes.
The robe dissipated instantly, but the flame within it clung onto Fang Lin’s fist.
“Huh? A flame with corrosive power?” Fang Lin frowned, the green flame actually able to corrode his Kylin armor.