Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 167 - Lin Clan

“That’s right!” The square-faced middle-aged man wore a proud expression.

Watermoon City was a Grade-2 city, and their Lin Clan was a top-tier martial clan there with several Yuanfu realm experts. Naturally, they did not regard the Chen Clan, a martial clan from a Grade-3 city.

The inherent sense of superiority that individuals from higher-tier cities possessed was evident.

“You’re very bold, little bastard. You dare kill our Lin Clan’s Young Patriarch. Did you think we won’t find any information on you? Did you assume your actions went unnoticed?

“You sealed your fate the second you attacked. Your actions have brought a disaster upon your clan, too! Today, everyone in your clan will pay for the Young Patriarch’s death!”

Lin Tianshui, the square-faced middle-aged man, had made a cold declaration with a cruel glint in his eyes. He regarded Chen Fan and the others as if they were already dead, his gaze predatory.

“Heavens, these people were indeed targeting the Chen Clan!”

“I didn’t hear wrongly, did I? They came from Watermoon City? That’s a Grade-2 city!”

“While I\'m unfamiliar with Watermoon City\'s Lin Clan, being a Grade-2 city\'s martial clan indicates a strength beyond what a Grade-3 city\'s clan could match! Developing a martial clan in a Grade-2 city would require at least several Yuanfu realm experts overseeing it.”

“I didn’t expect Chen Fan to be so bold as to kill their young patriarch. No wonder they acted so aggressively as soon as they entered the city. They are here to avenge their young patriarch!”

“The Chen Clan is facing annihilation. The Tan and Liu clans pale compared to the might of the Lin Clan!”

“Fate sure loves playing tricks on people! The Chen Clan, having just eliminated the Tan and Liu clans and seized their wealth and businesses, appeared to be thriving and aspiring to reach a Grade-2 city. Unexpectedly, they\'ve offended a martial clan from such a city.”

“What a strong lineup. Two Yuanfu realm experts, three Qi Grandmasters, and five eighth-level martial artists. In particular, that elder with the goatee emanates a chilling presence; he\'s undoubtedly no ordinary Yuanfu realm expert!”

"Chen Clan\'s rise and fall rest solely on Chen Fan."

“......”

The nearby crowd heard the conversation between Chen Fan and Lin Tianshui and understood the situation.

The Lin Clan sought revenge for their dead young patriarch, and the Chen Clan now faced imminent obliteration.

Chen Tianshi and the others’ expressions also changed drastically. These were formidable adversaries from Watermoon City, and their cultivation levels were imposing.

Despite their limited numbers, they exuded a more overwhelming presence than the combined forces of the Tan and Liu clans. The once unshakable image of Chen Fan in their hearts wavered.

Chen Fan had killed two first-level Yuanfu realm powerhouses, Tan Wanshan and Liu Shan, with unparalleled might; now, he was confronted by another powerful enemy seeking retribution—the Lin Clan from Watermoon City.

The goatee elder seemed like the god of death to Chen Tianshi and the others. A cold gaze from him would cause their hearts to skip a beat.

This person was much stronger than Tan Wanshan and Liu Shan!

Although they didn’t know this goatee elder’s cultivation level, they were sure it definitely wasn’t at the first level of the Yuanfu realm.

Chen Fan could kill Tan Wanshan and Liu Shan, newbie Yuanfu realm experts, but could he kill Lin Zong? Someone stronger than a first-level Yuanfu realm expert?

While Chen Fan stood as a deity within Xuanyang City, the Lin Clan\'s arrival, laden with murderous intent, sowed doubt in the hearts of the Chen Clan members. Fear gripped them before the battle commenced.

Chen Fan naturally sensed the fear from the Chen Clan members behind him.

“Don’t be afraid. With me here, no one can touch our Chen Clan!” Chen Fan shouted. His voice carried a strange power, injecting confidence into Chen Tianshi and the others.

Lin Tianshui laughed disdainfully and said, “You talk big, little bastard. Fine, I’ll torment and kill you in front of all these Chen Clan members, plunging them into the abyss of despair!”

With a disdainful laugh, Lin Tianshui rose from his Golden Horned Horse. Like a roc spreading its wings, he swiftly appeared in the skies above Chen Fan, swooping down with fingers curled like an eagle\'s claws, exuding primeval force.

Boom, boom, boom!

The air exploded beneath Lin Tianshui\'s razor-sharp claws, unleashing a tumultuous qi wave and a fierce gale. The gale attacked those behind Chen Fan, draining the color from their faces.

Lin Tianshui\'s single strike sent them reeling, emphasizing his terrifying strength surpassing that of Tan Wanshan and Liu Shan.

Chen Fan remained steadfast, unaffected by Lin Tianshui\'s assault. He met the descending Lin Tianshui with a cold gaze and, in an instant, unleashed his full cultivation, executing the Undefeated King\'s Fist.

Lin Zong\'s indifferent expression abruptly gave way to urgency. He shouted, “Tianshui, retreat!”

Simultaneously, his cultivation surged like lightning, his hand reaching through the air to grab Lin Tianshui.

Lin Zong had quickly realized he had underestimated Chen Fan too much.

However, Lin Tianshui felt it more profoundly—a chilling sensation engulfed him as Chen Fan\'s strength surpassed his expectations.

The person he had disregarded actually had the strength to kill him.

Chen Fan\'s onslaught surged like a relentless tide, crushing Lin Tianshui\'s counterattack and shattering his protective primeval force. The overwhelming force wreaked havoc within Lin Tianshui.

Crack, puft...

The sounds of bone breaking and organs rupturing rang out.

Lin Tianshui was sent flying, vomiting blood and expelling bits of organs in his wake.

Swish!

Although Lin Zong tried to save him, he simply couldn’t make it in time.

He grabbed and pulled Lin Tianshui back to him, but he barely breathed, his gasps outnumbering his intake. Even after stuffing a handful of spiritual pills into Lin Tianshui’s mouth, he couldn’t save him.

“Ah! You little bastard! Damn you! You deserve to die! I’ll cut you to pieces myself!” Lin Zong roared furiously as his icy aura kept spreading outward.

The cracking sound of frost forming reverberated in the air, and the temperature plummeted to freezing levels, sending an icy chill to the onlookers\' bone marrow.

They had come to Xuanyang City to annihilate the Chen Clan—an insignificant clan from a Grade-3 city. This should have been easy.

Yet, Lin Tianshui, a first-level Yuanfu realm powerhouse, had just died.

Lin Zong felt like someone had doused him with cold water.

An overwhelming killing intent emanated from Lin Zong, surging uncontrollably and reshaping the winds and clouds.