The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 266 - 262: I! Still! Want! To! Kill! You! (4)

After leaving the desolate mountains, Qin Fan did not immediately head toward Emei Mountain. Instead, amidst the covered mouths and disdainful looks of countless passersby, he walked into a high-end clothing store.

"Sir, what is...?"

The moment Qin Fan entered, the stench from his body filled the entire shop. An advancement in one's cultivation realm often meant cleansing the body's meridians and marrow, expelling all the impurities that had accumulated within. One could only imagine the foulness of clothes that had been soaked in filthy sweat for over twenty hours.

Because of Qin Fan's arrival, many customers fled to distant corners of the store. Several even ran out, cursing as they covered their mouths.

Before the salesperson, who was also covering their mouth, could finish speaking, Qin Fan slapped his bank card on the counter. "Get me the most expensive outfit you have in my size. Charge the card first. I'll be in the fitting room waiting for you to bring it to me."

The salesperson was utterly stunned by Qin Fan's bluntness. For a moment, they no longer even noticed the stench.

"Sir, are you serious?" they asked.

"Just charge it," Qin Fan said nonchalantly.

"Oh, right, right!"

The salesperson dazedly pushed the card reader forward.

Qin Fan deftly swiped his card, entered his password to confirm, and then strode toward the fitting room. "Hurry up!" he called over his shoulder. "And bring me a bag for these stinky clothes."

As if waking from a dream, the salesperson stumbled toward the luxury clothing section.

Without any fuss, Qin Fan quickly changed into the clothes the staff handed him and stuffed his foul-smelling garments into the bag. He then sauntered out of the store, leaving everyone inside completely flabbergasted by the whole affair.

「Emei Mountain, Golden Summit.」

After midday, the sun quietly vanished. A light, drizzling rain began to fall.

Lan Xiaosheng's posture remained unmoving, his expression unchanging. He had set the date for the seventh day of the seventh month, and he didn't care what time his opponent arrived. As long as the day didn't turn to the eighth, he would wait.

From humid heat to cold drizzle, Emei Mountain seemed to have experienced two different worlds in a single day. Yet, not a single person who had gathered there chose to leave, as if their very steps were bound to Lan Xiaosheng's vigil.

On a distant, corresponding peak, Hua Xiaotian stared at the Golden Summit with a grave expression. His brow furrowed and tightened intermittently, but no one could guess what was on his mind.

"Grandmaster Hua, do you think that fellow will come?" a middle-aged man behind him asked.

"He will. He definitely will," Hua Xiaotian said after a moment of silence.

As he spoke, a faint smile flickered across his solemn face. "He's here."

At the very moment Hua Xiaotian uttered those words, Lan Xiaosheng also moved atop the Golden Summit.

If Hua Xiaotian could sense the approach of a powerful aura, how could Lan Xiaosheng not?

Slowly turning, his face brimming with killing intent, he flashed a fierce smile, his gaze fixed on the stone path leading up to the Golden Summit.

"So, he has arrived?"

Sensing the change in Lan Xiaosheng, the many Martial Artists present cried out in unison. They reflexively followed his line of sight.

There, they saw a young man in white robes ascending the stone steps through the drizzling rain.

Who else could it be but Qin Fan?

The thousand-meter stone path took the leisurely Qin Fan a full half-hour to climb at his calm, unhurried pace. Throughout this time, not a single Martial Artist who had come to witness this pinnacle battle uttered a sound. All eyes followed Qin Fan's every move. At this moment, he was the center of the world.

Stepping onto the Golden Summit, Qin Fan came face to face with the legendary young Grandmaster, who now wore a faint smile. Lan Xiaosheng made no effort to hide the murderous intent pouring from him. He spoke in a cold, sinister voice, "Qin Fan?"

"Yes," Qin Fan replied, stopping ten paces away.

"Was my son-in-law, Zhan Long, killed by you? Did my son, Tianchun, die at your hand?" Lan Xiaosheng roared, his Grandmaster aura surging forth.

"That's right," Qin Fan said with a calm, almost harmless expression.

As those two words left his lips, his aura suddenly transformed. The previously harmless demeanor vanished, replaced by a domineering Supreme Will that emanated from him. Then, with absolute arrogance, he declared, "And today, I. Will. Kill. YOU!"

He enunciated each word with chilling clarity.

The next second, Qin Fan shot into the air.

The formidable Grandmaster presence, combined with the Supreme Will he had cultivated in the Cangqiong Continent, instantly shocked the Martial Artists who had witnessed his power at the Martial Arts tournament.

This—! This is his true strength? This is the majesty of a Grandmaster? Could it be that the young Grandmaster was just toying with us during the tournament?

Amid their astonishment, the airborne Qin Fan drew his Hemp Vine Whip, but he did not lunge toward Lan Xiaosheng. Instead, hovering in mid-air, he whipped it fiercely in Lan Xiaosheng's direction.

In a single second, he struck eighteen times.

No one knew what he was doing. The numerous Martial Artists watching from afar frowned in confusion at the sudden, blindingly fast display.

On the corresponding distant peak, Hua Xiaotian's expression was incomparably grave.

Others might not know what Qin Fan is doing, but I do! He had known the moment Qin Fan leaped into the air and drew his whip.

Counting at an unprecedented speed, Hua Xiaotian tallied all eighteen lashes Qin Fan delivered in that single second, though his spoken count faltered after reaching ten. A thousand turbulent waves crashed through his heart. The young Grandmaster… he truly lives up to his name!

Before he could process it further, a change occurred on the Golden Summit.

The eighteen lashes, each imbued with Qi Force, wove together into a formidable net. The moment Qin Fan landed, this invisible Qi Force Whip Net surged toward Lan Xiaosheng.

The Whip Net was invisible, but the Qi Force was palpable.

"Qin Fan, you truly haven't disappointed me! HAHA! But today, I will take your head, young Grandmaster, as an offering to my son Tianchun's spirit! Your defeat will solidify my domain in the Great Success stage of the Transformation Realm!"

A maniacal laugh that shook the heavens and earth erupted from Lan Xiaosheng. Facing the net of Qi Force, he did not confront it directly. As he spoke, he slid backward with his hands behind his back, moving as if teleporting.

Qin Fan's Qi Force Whip Net slammed into the ground where Lan Xiaosheng had just stood.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

A grating sound echoed as cracks rapidly spread across the ground of the Golden Summit.

BOOM!

The next instant, the ground bombarded by the net erupted, sending countless stones flying into the air. Upon closer inspection, one would find that every single piece was identical in size and shape.

The distant spectators were left utterly aghast by both Qin Fan's show of force and Lan Xiaosheng's declaration.

Transformation Realm Great Success stage? The gap between each stage is a heavenly chasm. In a mere twenty-five years, Lan Xiaosheng hadn't just broken through from the Dark Energy stage to the Transformation Realm, but had even reached the Great Success stage? The title of prodigy is well-deserved! In light of this, it seems the young Grandmaster is doomed today!