I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade-Chapter 1520 - 362: If I Were Indifferent... I Wouldn’t Be the Fanfan in Their Hearts_2

Chapter 1520: Chapter 362: If I Were Indifferent... I Wouldn’t Be the Fanfan in Their Hearts_2

"Hmph, do you think this is a place you can come and go as you please?"

Xia Jisheng shouted angrily. In the past, he would naturally have let them leave, as they were ruthless and tricky to deal with. But now, with a senior present, what was there to fear?

Should any issues arise, the senior would intervene.

"Trapping Immortals Formation."

Xia Jisheng flipped his hand, and four talismans soared into the air, transforming into streams of light that sealed the surroundings, forming a small formation that temporarily blocked the escape route of the thirteen bandit cultivators.

"An array master." Wang Tianchong didn’t expect Xia Jisheng to also be an array master. As far as he knew, Xia Jisheng was merely a cultivator. When did he become an array master?

Xia Jisheng was very proud. What’s there to be surprised about? After advancing to the Foundation Establishment Realm, he hadn’t progressed for a long time, so he considered seeking another path. Coincidentally, the ancestor had left a grand collection of formations. When he perused it leisurely, he found his passion ignited, feeling the art of formations truly to be profoundly mysterious.

Spirit Gathering Array.

Epiphany Array.

And so on.

To master such formations would be unbelievably powerful.

After painstaking research for several years, he didn’t learn the Spirit Gathering Array but did master the Trapping Immortals Formation. Though he hadn’t found opportunities to display it, now that the thirteen bandit cultivators at Dongting Lake emerged, it was the perfect time to use it.

Cultivators in town were astonished to see Clan Leader Xia use a first-tier high-grade array. Truly, Clan Leader Xia had hidden his skills well, silently becoming an array master.

In a confrontation among cultivators of the same level, Clan Leader Xia, also an array master, would undoubtedly have the upper hand.

Lin Fan watched the scene unfold before him.

Chaos, absolute chaos.

He had no interest in meddling in these petty matters. The plundering and killing in the Cultivation World were unrelated to him. He simply wanted to reach the Flame Sun Sect as soon as possible, and he needed Xia Jisheng’s guidance to get there.

Resolve it swiftly, save time.

Xia Jisheng wanted to confront the thirteen bandit cultivators to show nearby cultivators that the Xia Family maintained their ground not because of the Xia Family Ancestor but because they truly faced challenges head-on.

Unfortunately, his plan was thwarted.

Lin Fan grabbed his shoulder, saying indifferently, "I’ll handle it, no need to waste time."

"Yes."

Xia Jisheng responded respectfully, then glanced at the surrounding cultivators, as if explaining that it wasn’t that he didn’t want to act, but the senior didn’t want to waste time.

The thirteen bandit cultivators at Dongting Lake were breaking the Trapping Immortals Formation when they saw Lin Fan approaching. They stopped what they were doing and prepared themselves, especially Wang Tianchong, who inexplicably felt pressured.

The cultivator, whom Xia Jisheng addressed as ’senior’, approached them, expressionless and with cold eyes.

An illusion?

Absolutely not an illusion.

"Damn it, let me test him."

One of the thirteen bandit cultivators, the Flying Rat Gang member, sprang forward, casually producing three talismans that appeared in front of him. Activating the talismans, they instantly transformed into three streaks of lightning striking toward Lin Fan.

Lin Fan raised his hand, catching the three streaks of lightning in his palm, then clenched his fingers, crushing them directly.

Swish!

The Flying Rat’s eyes blurred.

Lin Fan, who had been dozens of steps away, appeared right before him.

Lin Fan raised his hand, expressionlessly slapping at him. Before his palm even reached, the gust from it already enveloped the Flying Rat, causing him excruciating pain. With a bang, the Flying Rat exploded, turning into a puddle of blood.

The watching cultivators were dumbfounded, as if they’d seen a ghost.

The Flying Rat was a late-stage Qi Refinement cultivator known as a master, yet was shattered with a single slap.

Xia Jisheng opened his mouth, wanting to speak but hesitated, finally saying slowly, "Senior’s slap is truly... returning to simplicity."

At this moment, he couldn’t fathom the level of cultivation of Senior Lin.

A late-stage Qi Refinement cultivator was like an ant.

Crushed effortlessly.

Incomprehensible, truly incomprehensible.

At this moment, the remaining twelve members of the thirteen bandit cultivators at Dongting Lake, after seeing the Flying Rat brutally suppressed to death, were so shocked that their minds were shaken. If they hadn’t witnessed it themselves, it would have been hard to believe.

Lin Fan had no feelings for the cultivators of this world. The thirteen bandit cultivators before him were evil; one could see it in their eyes. Crushing them into blood didn’t seem inappropriate to him.

He really didn’t want to waste any more time on these irrelevant matters.

He moved his steps.

In an instant, he appeared before another bandit cultivator, raised his hand, and struck down.

Bam!

Blood splattered onto the ground.

Bam!

Bam!

Bam!

Lin Fan repeated the same motion, giving the opponent no chance to respond, each strike resulting in an explosion, blade after blade shattering, and in a matter of moments, only one was left, the Bandit King Wang Chongtian.

As Lin Fan’s gaze landed on Wang Chongtian, he shuddered.

Wang Chongtian had never encountered such a terrifying cultivator before. Seeing his companions die one by one, he knew he might not escape death either. Fearful yet resolute, he prepared for a last-ditch effort.

A small sword, emitting a pale green light and no larger than a palm, floated beside him.

This was his trump card, an upper-grade magic artifact.

Though he was only a late-stage Qi Refinement cultivator, he could indeed contend with early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators with this treasure.

He pinched his fingers to form a sword technique, activating his mana, and the pale green sword glowed brighter. With a whoosh, it streaked forward, trailing a residual shadow of green light.

"Die for me."

Wang Chongtian knew well the power of this treasure, the Mother and Child Dual Swords. When the opponent thought there was only one, the Child Sword would detach to pierce the opponent’s head from an unexpected angle.

Thinking of this, he secretly wanted to laugh. So what if one’s cultivation was high? In the Cultivation World, it was all about who was more insidious.

Having roamed for years, he had used all sorts of dirty tricks, often to great success.