Chapter 516: Chapter 516

The scene was utterly silent.

The people from Yama Sect were dumbfounded, as though they hadn’t anticipated the situation turning out .

They didn’t understand the reason behind it.

If they knew this matter involved Yama Sect’s Divine Skills, perhaps they wouldn’t be reacting now.

"Quite stubborn, huh."

"A Golden Immortal facing off against an Immortal Realm opponent, the gap is somewhat huge."

Lin Fan mused that, in such past scenarios, the outcome would typically be an instant kill.

The Yama Sect disciple wasn’t particularly gifted, nowhere close to being a prodigy, whereas the youth from the Shi clan was terrifyingly talented, a true prodigy. The gap between the two was enormous.

They weren’t even close to being on the same level.

But what left Lin Fan feeling puzzled was this:

Why, despite the obvious disparity in strength, did the disciple continue fighting so desperately, refusing to give up?

There was definitely a secret behind this.

It had to be something of utmost importance, which compelled this ordinary Golden Immortal disciple to grit his teeth and persevere, though regrettably, he ended up being sent flying.

Yan Sect Leader’s expression was grim, his fingers clenched tightly.

He hadn’t expected things to escalate to such an extent; the Shi clan clearly didn’t plan to let Yama Sect reclaim any Divine Skills, deploying such a formidable clan member straight from the first round.

"Sigh, what a pity indeed," the Shi clan elder lamented.

"This disciple’s strength and determination are remarkable, but ultimately, he still falls short. This ’Five Demons Sky Flipping Palm’ can now officially be removed from Yama Sect’s roster of Divine Skills; from this day forth, it will belong to our Shi clan instead."

"Though there remain many Divine Skills yet to be contested, I suspect, given Yama Sect’s foundation, stronger disciples will surely emerge next."

Yan Sect Leader found the elder’s words insufferably grating.

Simply sat there in silence.

The elder observing the situation trembled slightly in his limbs.

Looking at the gathered disciples before him, he felt an immense weight pressing down.

The hope seemed already lost.

"Elder, let me go," Qing Yue said.

She had witnessed the earlier scene and understood how terrifying the opponent’s strength was. Even if she stepped forward, it wouldn’t change the outcome, but some battles were simply not meant to be retreated from.

The elder shook his head and said, "You’re no match for him. Going up there will only bring humiliation upon yourself."

They were unwilling to accept this.

Unwilling to feel so powerless.

This feeling was unbearably tormenting.

But refusing to send anyone would condemn all the Divine Skills to being taken away, forever severing Yama Sect’s ties to them.

On the sparring platform.

Shi Wutian stood proud and aloof, his expression filled with arrogance as he gazed down upon the disciples.

"Anyone else brave enough to step forward?"

"The first round is over; shall we begin the second? Personally, I’d suggest letting everyone who intends to compete step forward at once—it’ll save us some time."

"Dragging this on endlessly, who knows when we’ll finish? I don’t have the leisure to waste time playing along with your nonsense."

He certainly had the qualifications to speak such words.

Among Yama Sect’s disciples, no one could stand against him.

Xiang Fei murmured softly, "This guy is incredibly arrogant."

"He may be arrogant, but we must admit, his strength is indeed remarkable, even greater than that of most prodigies. If you didn’t use a Holy Weapon, you might not be his match," Lin Fan replied.

With just a glance, Lin Fan assessed Shi Wutian’s abilities.

But he remained perplexed.

What exactly was the conflict between Yama Sect and the Shi clan?

Something about this situation felt off.

Shi Wutian’s remarks had thoroughly angered the disciples of Yama Sect.

"Damn it, what an arrogant bastard! Is there no one who can bring him down?"

"Even Brother Chen couldn’t defeat him—who else could possibly succeed?"

They gazed at the haughty figure on the platform, their blood boiling with rage. Though they desperately wanted to punish him, their strength was insufficient to achieve this.

A figure appeared on the platform.

Qing Yue stepped forward.

The disciples of Yama Sect saw her and erupted in excitement—this was their senior sister. But moments later, their expressions turned anxious.

Could Senior Sister truly handle this?

Even Brother Chen had failed to surpass the opponent.

"Haha, I didn’t expect a Fairy to step up. What a surprise—is Yama Sect running out of men?"

Shi Wutian smirked, showing no regard for Qing Yue.

Qing Yue clasped her hands respectfully and said, "Please teach me."

"Alright, rest assured. I’m quite adept at showing compassion toward ladies. Whatever happens next would merely be a lucky accident, such as, say, if your clothes were to... somehow fall apart," Shi Wutian said slowly.

Upon hearing this, Qing Yue’s expression darkened.

But she maintained her composure.

The elder from the Shi clan chuckled, "Yan Sect Leader, this young girl is not bad. Her cultivation isn’t bad either, though she appears weaker than the last one. Is Yama Sect’s strategy to concede Divine Skills they care little for, and save the strongest disciples for later rounds to contest the more valuable ones?"

"If that’s the case, Yan Sect Leader, that’s rather shrewd of you."

Yan Sect Leader clenched his fists in fury upon hearing these words. The elder’s shamelessness was beyond belief.

Each word was carefully chosen to provoke.

Could he admit that the earlier disciple was already the strongest of Yama Sect?

The battle on the platform was about to commence.

Qing Yue channeled her mana, summoning a moderately powerful Immortal Treasure, the Moon Wheel. It emerged from within her, spinning around her body before she sent it hurtling forward in a streak of light.

"Not bad," Shi Wutian said with a smile, remaining completely motionless as the Moon Wheel struck him, emitting a series of clinking sounds. A faintly discernible light curtain surrounded him, providing an impenetrable defense that completely blocked the assault.

Qing Yue’s expression grew increasingly grim.

The disparity in their powers was simply overwhelming.

The Moon Wheel was a treasure she had obtained in a Secret Realm. Though not extraordinary, its power was still respectable.

She couldn’t even penetrate Shi Wutian’s defenses, leaving her anxious and uncertain of her next move.

Shi Wutian allowed her attacks to continue for a while before deciding it was enough. Raising his hand, he flicked the Void—the Moon Wheel shuddered under the impact and, with a resounding "bang," was deflected away.

To Qing Yue, it felt like an overwhelming force had spread from the Moon Wheel to her shoulders. She staggered backward, recalling the Moon Wheel to her side.

She stared at her opponent cautiously.

The gulf between their abilities was undeniable.

Mu Yu, standing beside Qin Yang, was visibly nervous and clung tightly to Qin Yang’s arm. Though Qin Yang enjoyed the sensation, he could tell how much he meant to her.

He regarded Shi Wutian with disdain.

What an arrogant brat.

Strutting around in front of me is one thing, but Lin Fan is here too—doesn’t he realize the danger? Once he provokes Brother Lin, he’ll know the true meaning of a miserable existence.

"Impressive. You’ve managed to bring out a decent amount of power from this treasure, though regrettably, it still falls short," Shi Wutian remarked with a grin. Then he casually raised his hand, and the Void before him trembled. "Now then, watch closely—observe how my technique fares."

"Nebula Shroud, Shattering Void."

Shi Wutian extended his palm lightly forward.

The Void seemed under his control.

Countless glimmering light points spread across the Void, which, with a gentle push, transformed into an intangible streak of flowing light, heading straight for Qing Yue.

A surge of danger overwhelmed her.

The Moon Wheel, spinning around her, surrounded her protectively.

The Moon Wheel rotated furiously, intercepting the incoming light points.

The sound produced resembled beans popping.

Qing Yue’s forehead was covered in sweat.

The pressure was immense.

She controlled the Moon Wheel to block the assault, but the dense barrage overwhelmed her; her mana couldn’t circulate fast enough. Suddenly, her pupils constricted sharply.

A light point pierced through her shoulder, leaving a bloody hole as fresh blood poured out.

Another light point grazed her face, tracing a thin cut.

The edges of her clothing were shredded.

It was as though bugs were gnawing at her fabric.

Qing Yue’s expression shifted drastically, realizing Shi Wutian’s intent—exactly as he had hinted earlier—was to tear her clothes apart right there on the platform.

She manipulated the Moon Wheel, transforming it into a shield to hide behind. The incoming light points relentlessly bombarded the shield.

Qing Yue struggled to hold her ground.

Step by step, she slid backward uncontrollably.

Yan Sect Leader’s fists clenched tightly—he could clearly discern his opponent’s vile intent. The rage boiling within him felt like a wildfire doused with gasoline.

The Shi clan elder, noticing the unfolding events, smirked faintly from the sidelines.

"Yan Sect Leader, punches and kicks have no eyes—sometimes misunderstandings happen. You, being an elder, wouldn’t hold a grudge over such trivial matters, would you?"

The elder’s motives were clear—to humiliate as well as refuse Divine Skills restitution.

"That’s enough," Yan Sect Leader said, suppressing his fury.

The Shi clan elder chuckled, "Wouldn’t it be wiser for Yama Sect to have its disciples concede? Why continue this futile resistance?"

Yan Sect Leader knew the inevitable if the fight persisted; he transmitted a message directly to Qing Yue: "Step down. Surrender."

Qing Yue, in the midst of struggling against the onslaught, showed a face full of unwillingness.

But the Sect Master’s command was absolute.

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She rolled off the platform.

"Hahaha..." Shi Wutian laughed heartily. "Surrendering, are we? Now that I didn’t expect. Shall I say your Yama Sect disciples really have no backbone?"

"Giving up your Divine Skills already?"

"Every time you surrender, Yama Sect loses one Divine Skill."

"Forget it—what’s the point of arguing with weaklings?"

Shi Wutian muttered to himself.

Then, gazing down at the disciples below:

"What now? Is there anyone else who dares to challenge me?"

"If you’re not satisfied, step up and let me see what you’ve got!"

With his overwhelming strength, he paid no mind to the crowd.

Qin Yang approached Lin Fan and said, "Brother Lin, feeling up to it?"

"A little," Lin Fan replied.

Beside them, Mu Yu was so agitated she almost wept. Witnessing her senior sister in such a state, she was furious, glaring at Shi Wutian with burning resentment.

Qin Yang said, "How about teaching him a lesson?"

"Fine," Lin Fan said, smiling.

Just then, Lin Fan saw a disciple wearing a mask standing nearby. He lightly patted the disciple’s shoulder and removed the mask from his face.

"Mind lending me this mask for a moment?"