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Upon hearing this, Wang Tong's expression darkened further, and he shouted sternly, "Everyone, listen to my command! Attack together and capture this arrogant scoundrel who dares to oppose my Wang clan!"

"Yes!"

Upon hearing Wang Tong's shout, the many powerful members of the Wang clan immediately responded.

At the same time, powerful bursts of Yuan energy suddenly erupted from their bodies, causing the entire sky to ripple.

Wang Zhong remained silent, then reached out and pulled out a blood-red spear with an unusually ferocious and domineering design, which appeared in his palm.

"Blood Demon Asura Spear!"

Upon seeing the blood-stained spear in Wang Zhong's hand, the white-haired elder at the location of the Lin clan's ancestral home exclaimed in shock, his expression changing.

Lin Ke'er asked, "What's wrong with this gun?"

The white-haired old man said, "This Blood Demon Asura Spear was a level-earth spiritual treasure that was bestowed upon an ancestor of the Wang clan by a super sect."

"This gun is filled with the stench of blood. The spirit within it has been corroded by blood for many years and has become a blood spirit, extremely ferocious."

Upon hearing this, Lin Ke'er's expression changed slightly, and she couldn't help but feel a little worried for Lin Fan.

Seeing the Wang clan's impressive formation, everyone in the square wore solemn expressions.

This Wang clan truly lives up to its reputation as one of the four great clans; its strength is simply beyond the reach of ordinary forces!

"I wonder if that young master Lin Fan can single-handedly stand against the many powerful members of the Wang clan!"

Some people looked at Lin Fan with complicated expressions and murmured to themselves.

Lin Fan looked at the lineup of the Wang clan members, but he was not flustered at all. He reached out and the Earth-rank spiritual treasure, Thunder Sword, appeared in his hand!

Lin Fan was very familiar with the Blood Demon Asura Spear in Wang Zhong's hand and knew its extraordinary nature.

Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, and Lin Fan didn't want to be caught off guard, so he directly took out the Thunder Sword!

"In the face of absolute strength, numbers don't necessarily mean an advantage! From now on, you're on your own!"

Lin Fan chuckled lightly, channeling his Yuan Power into his palm, causing bursts of purple lightning to emanate from the Thunder Sword in his hand.

"Thunderstruck!"

Lin Fan let out a low shout and suddenly slashed his long sword toward the Wang clan members!

"Boom!"

Amidst the utter shock and disbelief of the crowd, terrifying purple lightning suddenly appeared in the sky, spanning a radius of a hundred feet!

As Lin Fan swung his longsword, all the lightning bolts fell upon the location of the Wang clan members!

"Ah ah ah..."

In an instant, screams of agony rang out from the crowd of the Wang clan!

Only Wang Zhong still has the power to fight back for the time being!

Suddenly, the blood vessels in his eyes condensed, and then his figure transformed into a streak of red light and shot out in an instant!

With a flick of his blood-red spear, he unleashed a flurry of sharp, chilling spear flowers with lightning speed, enveloping Lin Fan!

Wang Zhong knew very well that the only thing he could rely on to break the deadlock was the Blood Demon Asura Spear in his hand!

As long as Lin Fan is injured, the terrifying lightning will dissipate!

Unfortunately, Wang Zhong overestimated the power of the Blood Demon Asura Spear, and even more so, his own strength.

"Fizz!"

Under the bombardment of thunder, the Blood Demon Asura Spear emitted a series of piercing cries, and the blood color on the spear shaft continued to fade!

He himself was charred black from being struck by lightning!

By the time he reached Lin Fan, he had already lost his fighting ability. His spear let out a mournful cry and flew out of his hand, trying to escape the range of the lightning.

"receive!"

Lin Fan's eyes lit up, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed the Blood Demon Asura Spear, storing it into his system space amidst its violent struggle.

After the purple lightning dissipated, only Wang Zhong remained alive among the Wang family members, but he was already severely injured.

so horrible!

Seeing that breathtaking scene, almost everyone in the square in front of the Creation Martial Monument felt a chill run down their spines!

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"Unexpectedly, even with the entire Wang clan joining forces, they were still no match for Young Master Lin Fan!"

"Young Master Lin Fan is simply too strong!"

"However, I'm afraid the Wang clan won't let this go so easily!"

"This young master Lin Fan is not only powerful, but he also acts without restraint, indiscriminately slaughtering even members of the four major clans. We must never provoke him in the future!"

"..."

Lin Fan looked at Wang Zhong in front of him, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

If it were up to Lin Fan's wishes, he would simply be killed.

However, Lin Fan had to consider the Lin family of Yan City.

If he were to kill Wang Zhong directly, the patriarch of the Wang clan might not be able to resist taking matters into his own hands.

That's a Nirvana Realm expert; Lin Fan is no match for him now.

Therefore, Lin Fan planned to keep Wang Zhong by his side as a hostage to make the Wang clan hesitant to act against him.

If I can break through to the Nirvana Realm as soon as possible, or obtain a powerful spirit puppet, it won't be too late to kill him then!

With a thought flashing through his mind, Lin Fan suddenly struck out with his palm towards Wang Zhong.

"boom!"

A dull thud resounded, and Wang Zhong was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the Creation Martial Stele.

Then, with a "thud," it fell heavily to the ground, completely losing its fighting ability!

"Fire, Little Flame, keep an eye on him. If he dares to run away, swallow him whole!"

Lin Fan casually confiscated the Qiankun bags of everyone in the Wang clan, and then gave instructions to the two fire python tigers.

This time, Lin Fan deliberately kept the Qiankun Bag intact.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

Huo'er and Xiao Yan nodded at the same time, let out a low growl, and stared at Wang Zhong menacingly.

The crowd in the square watched this scene with trepidation, and their eyes filled with awe as they looked at Lin Fan.

Not to mention the ordinary forces, even the remaining three major clans dared not say or do anything unnecessary in the face of Lin Fan.

Lin Fan scanned the area with his eyes, and everyone in the square subconsciously avoided his gaze.

Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction, and then slowly sat down in the seat that originally belonged to Wang Zhong.

"call!"

The crowd around the Creation Martial Stele breathed a long sigh of relief when they saw that Lin Fan had finally stopped.

That scoundrel has finally calmed down!

They are safe for now.

Besides Lin Fan, Lin Dong, and Qing Tan, there are also Lin Langtian, Qin Shi, Huangpu Jing, Mu Qianqian, and Wu Ci, each occupying a seat.

The last two seats, after a fierce battle, ultimately fell into the hands of the Green Wood Sect and the Bliss Valley, just like in the original story.

With this, the ten seats have been definitively assigned.

The others in the square, though unwilling, could only sigh in regret.

After all ten seats were occupied, about ten minutes later, the Creation Martial Stele finally showed signs of activity again.

A strange light slowly spread out from the Creation Martial Stele, then enveloped the stone platform and included all ten figures within it.

The instant the light spread across his body, Lin Fan clearly felt a chilling sensation, as if it were scanning his body.

Immediately afterward, before he could react, a vortex of light slowly appeared on the Creation Martial Stele.

Beneath that vortex of light, an irresistible suction force emanated, and a wisp of Lin Fan's spiritual energy drifted away from his body almost uncontrollably, finally entering the vortex of light...

"Buzz!"

On the stone platform, ten figures sat quietly like statues. A peculiar humming sound, like the tolling of an ancient bell, emanated from the Creation Martial Stele, echoing throughout the world and bringing peace to people's hearts!

Gazing at the ten figures sitting quietly on the stone platform, the eyes of everyone in the square became expectant and curious.

They knew that in the time to come, these ten people would be able to obtain martial arts inheritance from the Creation Martial Stele.

However, the level of martial arts skill depends on each person's opportunities and talent.

Wang Zhong stared intently at Lin Fan, his eyes filled with resentment!

If it weren't for Lin Fan, he would probably have a place too!

"Roar!"

Seemingly sensing the resentment in Wang Zhong's eyes, Huo'er let out a low growl at him and opened its blood-red maw.

Wang Zhong's expression changed slightly. He quickly composed himself, closed his eyes, and began to slowly regulate his breathing.

To become food for the fire python tiger like this would be the greatest frustration!

The crowd in the square watched this scene with a variety of expressions, but no one intervened.

"I wonder who will be able to inherit the Creation Martial Arts this time..."

After shifting their gaze from Wang Zhong, everyone looked expectantly at the ten figures on the stone platform again, murmuring to themselves.

As his mental energy was drawn into the vortex of light, Lin Fan's mind went blank for a moment, the stars shifted before his eyes, and the surrounding scenery changed instantly.

The stone platform and the huge plaza had all disappeared, replaced by an endless starry sky.

Lin Fan floated in this vast starry sky, his expression calm, casually surveying his surroundings.