Read Novel Full Chapter 140: Might and Reputation
Chapter 140: Might and Reputation
This young man was unbelievably arrogant and vicious. He actually dared to raise his blade against the villagers, calling them unruly commoners, spouting insults, and threatening to kill them at the slightest provocation.
He was a cultivator at the peak of the Spirit Condensation Realm—an impressive feat at his age on the Divine Martial Continent. But instead of staying in the cultivation world, he came to the mortal realm to act wildly, which made Tian Fan furious.
He saw the old man Li’s companion of nearly ten years lying in a pool of blood, severed in two, the sight unbearable. Old man Li’s eyes were clouded with sorrow, tears streaming down his face, overcome with grief.
Just then, a massive golden foot came crashing down from the sky, stomping the young man into the ground. Dust exploded into the air as the earth cracked open—everything had turned around.
The young man let out a wretched scream. Several of his ribs shattered, and blood gushed from his mouth. The enormous golden foot, more than ten feet long, pressed down like a mountain. He couldn’t even breathe under its weight. His body was nearly crushed out of shape.
At that moment, Tian Fan appeared in the distance, unleashing a divine technique. His figure transformed into a giant descending from the heavens, ten zhang tall, as if cast from pure gold—a war god dropping from the sky.
“Master, it’s him! He’s the one who hurt your disciple!”
The black-armored commander looked fearful. He couldn’t believe his senior brother was instantly stomped beneath someone’s foot and couldn’t even fight back. But remembering his master was present, he found some confidence again.
“Demon spawn, let me go!”
The young man shrieked weakly, his eyes filled with venomous hatred as he gritted his teeth.
Tian Fan ignored him completely, grinding his foot as if crushing a bug. The sound of bones cracking echoed from the young man’s body. His ribs snapped one by one. As a peak Spirit Condensation Realm cultivator, he was utterly outclassed by Tian Fan. If Tian Fan hadn’t held back, the man would’ve already become a pile of meat.
Now, the young man was as fragile as glass, unable to endure even a bit of Tian Fan’s pressure. Blood sprayed from his mouth. His eyes were full of hatred, but he didn’t dare say another word.
“Courting death! Let him go!”
“How dare you attack Senior Brother Du Lin? You’re doomed today! You’ll die without a complete corpse, your soul forever tormented in the underworld with the Soul-Scourging Whip, day and night until it’s shattered!”
Two loud shouts rang out. The eagle-eyed man and the black-clothed commander rushed forward. The eagle-eyed man even summoned the long blade that had earlier slain Ah Huang. With a savage glint in his eyes, he slashed toward Tian Fan.
“You’re the one who killed Ah Huang…”
Tian Fan’s cold gaze swept over him. Two beams of chilling light shot from his eyes like sword energy, instantly shattering the eagle-eyed man’s weapon and carving a deep gash into his chest.
“So strong! Big Brother Tian Fan is amazing! He beat the bad guy in one move!”
He Ying’s little brother couldn’t help but shout in awe, his eyes sparkling with admiration.
“You… you…”
The black-armored commander backed away in fear. He hadn’t expected Tian Fan to be this terrifying, effortlessly injuring both of his senior brothers so badly.
“As cultivators, you come to the mortal world and bully kind-hearted villagers. Who gave you the guts?”
Tian Fan roared. These people were despicable—powerful cultivators attacking weak, defenseless mortals with no knowledge of cultivation.
“Young man, you’ve gone too far. They’re just a bunch of lowly mortals. How could they ever compare to us? Killing them means nothing. You’d rather make enemies for the sake of these cheap lives? That’s not wise. Don’t forget—there’s always someone stronger.”
A middle-aged man sneered as he stepped forward. He raised a massive hand toward Tian Fan. The villagers were terrified. How could a man’s hand be that huge, blocking out the sky with divine radiance blazing?
“Old b*stard, even if all your lives were combined, they wouldn’t be worth more than one of these villagers!”
Tian Fan scoffed. He despised those cultivators who constantly belittled mortals, treating them like grass. They had forgotten they were once the same—born equal, with lives of equal value. There is no such thing as noble or lowly by birth.
Pfft…
Tian Fan looked at him coldly, as if he were already a dead man. With a single, casual punch upward, plain and unassuming, he shattered the middle-aged man’s massive hand. Blood sprayed everywhere, with bits of shattered bone exposed.
“You—!”
The young man under Tian Fan’s foot had still been glaring hatefully, hoping the middle-aged man would squash Tian Fan. But now, horror overtook his expression. He trembled violently, his teeth chattering in fear.
“Get lost!”
Tian Fan didn’t care. As if it were nothing, he lifted his right leg and sent the young man flying with a single kick. The young man screamed, coughing up blood as he hit the ground. He didn’t dare say another word.
“Such a powerful physique… but let’s see what your divine abilities are like!”
The middle-aged man sneered and stood up clumsily. His clothes were covered in dust. He stared at Tian Fan grimly. He hadn’t expected Tian Fan’s body to be so incredibly strong. He himself was already at the mid-stage of the Cloud Heaven Realm and had cultivated for nearly a hundred years, using countless spiritual herbs, yet still lost to this twenty-something youth. Still, he was confident in his divine techniques—he had once seriously injured someone of the same realm with a single move.
Boom!
Furious, the middle-aged man’s armor lit up with blinding light, transforming him into a fiery red sphere like a blazing sun. The villagers couldn’t even keep their eyes open.
“Get out of my sight!”
Tian Fan bellowed. His voice formed a focused wave, blasting the middle-aged man back and making him cough blood. The man’s armor shattered, falling off piece by piece.
“You… you!”
Now the man truly understood how terrifying Tian Fan was. He looked at him in shock, too afraid to even wipe the blood from his mouth. He trembled uncontrollably.
“Who are you, to dare treat us like this?! The Wu Ling Stronghold will come for you one day!”
He knew now he was no match for Tian Fan and began making threats. Wu Ling Stronghold might not be one of the Four Great Sects in the Northern Region, but it was still formidable and feared.
“Tian Fan. I welcome them.”
Tian Fan’s cold reply struck like a thunderclap. For the middle-aged man and the two young cultivators behind him, it was a shock like lightning from a clear sky. Anyone who was a cultivator in the Northern Region had heard of Tian Fan’s fearsome reputation. He was like a demon king—once destroying the ancient Yin-Yang Sect that had existed for tens of thousands of years in a single rampage.
They had never expected to encounter this harbinger of death in a remote little village. Their faces turned pale, like they had seen a ghost.
“Tian Fan… how dare you oppose Wu Ling Stronghold! Just wait—your entire clan will be wiped out!”
The black-armored commander, who had spent most of his life in the military, didn’t know Tian Fan’s name and made a harsh threat on the spot.
Pfft…
But the next second, his eyes widened in terror as he watched his own head fall from his shoulders. Blood sprayed, staining his face. He died with his eyes wide open.
“Ahhh!”
The villagers screamed in horror. None of them had ever seen something so terrifying. Several children burst into tears.
“Y-Young Hero Tian Fan, we didn’t know who you were! It… it was all that wicked disciple’s fault! We beg your forgiveness!”
The middle-aged man had lost all composure. He trembled, cold sweat pouring from his forehead, dripping onto the sand. His two disciples were already kneeling, too afraid to even lift their heads.
“Get out of my sight. If you dare act out here again, I won’t hesitate to destroy Wu Ling Stronghold itself.”
Tian Fan’s voice was icy.
The group paled even more, then fled as if granted a pardon from death, repeatedly shouting that they wouldn’t dare. They limped away with the broken corpse in tow, stumbling and falling as they ran.
Watching their pitiful retreat, Tian Fan sighed softly. But there was no room for sympathy. These people had brought their fate upon themselves.
“Everyone, I—”
Tian Fan turned around to speak, but before he could say anything, all the villagers had already dropped to their knees…