Chapter 806: Chapter 806

In the midst of a dead silence, Wan Beichen spoke, coldly fixating his gaze on Lin Fan, and asked.

Li Dunyi was almost scared witless, his face pale, his heart stopped beating, sweat pouring down his body like a flood, his lips trembling with a stammer.

"Young master... he... his name is Lin Fan, he's an Outer Sect Disciple... just entered Fuyao Palace a few days ago, so he's not familiar with the rules. Young master, I only know his name is Lin Fan, nothing more. I'm not familiar with him, as for what he says, that he's a friend of Sikong Xuan, that's just related to Sikong Xuan and truly has nothing to do with me!" Li Dunyi explained fearfully.

His face was sallow, the whole person devoid of expression, utterly numbed.

Inside, he was almost terrified to death!

Lin Fan said Sikong Xuan is his friend.

And Sikong Xuan is Li Dunyi's fiancée; what if Wan Beichen misunderstood and thought that he, Li Dunyi, also knew Lin Fan, what should he do?

Li Dunyi was even more anxious and scared than when Sikong Xuan rejected Wan Beichen just now.

At the same time, Li Dunyi internally cursed Lin Fan almost completely.

"Lin Fan, hehe... still just an Outer Sect Disciple, an Eighth Rank Ancient Saint, you really have some nerve!" Wan Beichen laughed, enraged but laughed nonetheless.

He hadn't returned to Fuyao Palace in ten years, have the Outer Sect Disciples forgotten his authority?

To mock him in front of so many people?

"What? You won't get lost?" Lin Fan tilted his head, looking at Wan Beichen with interest.

Although everyone knew Lin Fan was fearless, hearing these words made everyone present gasp again, their scalps tingling.

"Hehe, I won't get lost, what can you do to me?" Wan Beichen stood there, smiling at Lin Fan, his gaze extremely cold as if looking at an ant, yet as though staring at a corpse, a dead body!

"You won't get lost..." Lin Fan stroked his chin, nodding slightly.

In an instant, Lin Fan appeared out of thin air in front of Wan Beichen, raised his hand, and slapped fiercely across Wan Beichen's face!

A crisp sound echoed, Wan Beichen tumbled out like a dead dog, dragging a long trench on the ground, eventually smashing into a rock with a bang, shattering it to pieces.

And Wan Beichen himself was gravely injured, extremely miserable!

The sudden scene petrified everyone present.

Each eyeball seemed to pop out, their minds buzzing, unable to believe what they witnessed! Thɪs chapter is updated by novel⟡fire.net

"Wan... Brother Wan... was slapped... slapped flying away..."

"How's that possible!"

"What did I just see?"

The tens of thousands of Inner Sect Disciples present all bit down hard on their tongues, almost biting them through.

"This kid... how is this possible!" Sikong Qingfei's eyes were wide open, almost bulging out.

Li Dunyi screamed in terror, collapsing on the ground in fright, utterly dumbfounded. How could Lin Fan be this strong? Just now he had been verbally insulting Lin Fan, mocking him, thinking of Lin Fan as a mere ant daring to taunt Wan Beichen!

The current Lin Fan had somehow slapped Wan Beichen to the brink of death, severely wounded and about to die...

Such frightening power!

Li Dunyi's fear switched from Wan Beichen to Lin Fan!

Li Ming similarly gasped sharply, his body stiffened, horrified as he looked at Lin Fan, goosebumps rising all over.

He finally understood where Lin Fan's confidence came from when he said he wanted to kill him!

Thinking of this, Li Ming's gaze towards Lin Fan turned extremely terrified!

Only Sikong Xuan alone was filled with shock and happiness; she knew Lin Fan was strong, but hadn't imagined... he was this strong!

Even Wan Beichen, a Ninth Rank Holy Emperor like that, could be rendered useless with a single slap, beaten like a dead dog!

Amidst the shock of the crowd, Lin Fan stood there with his hands behind his back, looking at the wretchedly wounded Wan Beichen, and asked calmly, "Now, can you tell me, are you willing to get lost?"

Wan Beichen lay on the ground, his body in pain!

The agony on his face was even more excruciating than the body's pain!

He had just overpowered the entire scene, and now he was slapped in the face by an Outer Sect Disciple. This kind of humiliation made Wan Beichen feel like dying from shame and anger.

"Not talking?" Lin Fan's face sank, a terrifying killing intent instantly locking onto Wan Beichen.

Wan Beichen trembled all over, terrified as he lowered his head with utmost unwillingness, bitterness, anger, shame... all swallowed down, finally uttering two words: "I'll leave..."

After saying this, under the terrified gazes of the crowd.

Even those two Eighth Rank Holy Emperor servants dared not assist, Wan Beichen struggled painfully to get up, dragging his heavily injured body, and left in disarray.

The gazes of tens of thousands of disciples on the scene instantly fell on Lin Fan!

All sorts of fervent gazes were billions of times more intense than when they were focused on Wan Beichen!!!

Li Dunyi rushed over, directly kneeling at Lin Fan's feet, nearly crying in terror, his handsome face blushing red: "Lin Gongzi... I... I... I was wrong! I truly know I was wrong, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have insulted you... It's my fault for not recognizing Taishan, I really know I was wrong!!!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Before tens of thousands of people, where was Li Dunyi's dignity?

He kowtowed to Lin Fan fiercely, like pounding garlic.

Seeing this, Li Ming also paled and knelt in front of Lin Fan, kowtowing continuously.

During the entrance test, they ordered to have Lin Fan killed, though they didn't personally act, they had treated Lin Fan like an ant, ordered his death!

To Lin Fan, these two were undoubtedly to die!

"I said I'd kill the two of you! Do you think you can survive?" Lin Fan playfully looked at the two, asking coldly.

"No... No... Don't!" Li Dunyi was utterly stunned, continuously kowtowing.

Finding it ineffective.

He turned to Sikong Xuan, trembling: "Xuan'er! I'm your fiancé! Although there's no affection, we do have a position there. Lin Fan is your friend, I'm begging you, I beg you, just plead with him to spare me. I...I promise to go back and take the initiative to sever the marriage contract, let you divorce me! Please plead with Lin Fan to spare my life!"

Sikong Xuan's pretty face remained somewhat pale.

She softened, gently looking at Lin Fan, and asked, "Lin Gongzi... For Xuan'er's sake, could you... could you spare Li Dunyi once?"