From Beast Abilities to Sect Grand Master

As the blood rain fell onto him, Lin Fan felt his mind losing control.

An insatiable thirst for violence started to occupy his mind.

"Kill."

"Murder."

"Let them bleed."

"Remember how the villagers left you behind."

A voice repeatedly tried to seduce him to lash out in violence.

He shook his head, trying to shake it off.

But it didn't work.

Lin Fan glanced over at Ho Ming, and he was suffering the same fate.

He had to do something quick.

Thinking for a moment, he decided to try his luck.

He took out his hammers and struck them together.

Dang!

The Eight Trigram Sound Wave with the effect of the oblivion steel made him stunned for a moment.

When his consciousness came back, the voice and thirst for violence went away.

Ho Ming was holding onto his head, and he let go of it when the effect of the Eight Trigram Sound Wave subsided.

He picked up his sword and thrust it at the disciples lunging at him.

Lin Fan also threw his hammers and used his Qi to control them.

Thud.

The hammers smashed the disciples' heads as they flew around under Lin Fan's control.

Meanwhile, the remnants from Tan Xiao Yao's army were approaching them from behind.

Now, they had bloodshot eyes, foam dripping from their mouths, and were in a killing frenzy.

The blood rain had caused them to lust for violence and death.

"Die, you Hulu bastards!"

"Fight for the Quan Dynasty!"

"There are only us, standing between these barbarians and our families behind us!"

"Kill all of them in sight!"

They were in a trance, thinking that they were still fighting in the northern borders against the Hulu Tribe.

Without consciousness, they even fought with the disciples.

Those who dropped to the ground had their spirits sucked into the light pillar.

The sudden intrusion of the soldiers gave Lin Fan and Ho Ming a short window of time.

"Let's destroy the formation," Lin Fan said and used his Chain Leap.

Ho Ming followed suit and leaped toward the light pillar.

The disciples in green robes saw them coming and quickly tried to stop them.

Lin Fan threw ten paper men at them.

The paper men came alive and climbed onto their faces.

The disciples in green robes tried to get the paper men off with their hands.

But the paper men dodged and tried to stab at their eyes or tear the skin off their faces.

"Argh!"

Some of the disciples in green robes cried out in pain when they were stabbed in their eyes.

While they were distracted by the paper men, Lin Fan had already taken out the Eight Trigram Mirror and figured out which one of the disciples was the 'eye of the formation'.

He took out the Peach Wood Sword and lunged at the disciple.

Whoosh.

The Peach Wood Sword severed the green glowing thread that connected the disciple and the formation array.

Leaping back, the disciple tried to dodge away and reconnect the green glowing thread.

But he was too slow for Lin Fan.

Lin Fan stabbed the Peach Wood Sword into the disciple's neck.

The light pillar slowly disappeared as the life force from the 'eye of the formation' went away.

"Ho Ming, let's go!" Lin Fan shouted at Ho Ming.

Ho Ming nodded, and Lin Fan grabbed onto him.

Boom.

With the Chain Leap, they got into the air.

Lin Fan leaped again, stepping onto the air, and they flew horizontally away from where they were.

Two down and two more to go, Lin Fan thought as he tried to get as far as possible.

He didn't know where Jian Xin was and how he was doing, so he randomly picked a corner of the city to go next.

...

In the small tower.

"Useless fools!" Li Rong shouted at the elder when she heard the latest update.

"What should we do now, Lady Saint?" The elder asked.

Li Rong frowned and thought for a moment.

She had to change plans quickly as things weren't going her way.

The Emperor's army and the sects wouldn't allow her to ravage the city for too long.

The thought of asking help from Huo Ren Yi disgusted her.

So, it was out of the question.

Finally, she decided.

"Channel the spirits we've got to my manifestation. My manifestation shall battle with whatever comes with it."

"But the Thousand Ghost Elixir?" The elder asked.

"We don't have enough spirits for it. Do what I say now."

The elder nodded, unrolled a scroll onto the ground, and started chanting.

The scroll shook and screams could be heard.

Spirits that were sucked inside the light pillars came out from the scroll.

They flew into the translucent figure of Li Rong.

As more and more spirits got into her manifestation, she became more opaque.

This went on for half an hour before all the spirits were absorbed by her manifestation.

The room shook as Li Rong released her Qi.

...

Qing Feng Sect.

"Hurry up," Zhang Yi Nian shouted at Zhang Xi.

He was on the guardian beast's back, waiting for her to get on.

When news of what happened in Hong Feng City got to Qing Feng Sect, he was anxious about Lin Fan's safety and wanted to get there as soon as possible.

Zhang Xi leaped onto the guardian beast and said, "Always be prepared for any emergencies. That's something I've learned from Lin Fan after so many missions with him."

"Hmm. I've got everything that I need right here," Zhang Yi Nian raised his fist and said.

Zhang Xi slapped her forehead and shook her head.

"Better to be safe than sorry."

"Don't worry. No one can kill me under the Void Fusion Level. Besides that, I've got the artifacts I need from Zhao Ming Ye."

He said and took out a bronze bell.

"What's that?" Zhang Xi asked.

"This is the Spirit Stabilizing Bell. Its sound would stabilize and let your spirit stay in your body. We are dealing with Ghost Cultivators after all."

Zhang Yi Nian explained and kept the bell.

"We better go then," Zhang Xi sighed and said.

Hun Yen Kun was also with them, along with some senior disciples from Qing Feng Sect.

Hun Yen Kun was more than glad to get out of the sect for battle.

Gusts of wind blew as the guardian beast flapped its wings.

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