After a brief moment of shock, Yun Rui and Yun Qianlang exchanged a look, then burst into laughter.
"We were just wondering how to kill him, and he delivered himself right to our doorstep!"
Yun Rui's pea-sized eyes shot out a vicious glint as he looked at Ling Fan as if he were already a corpse.
"You chose the path to hell when heaven offered you a way. This is your own doing, so don't blame us."
Yun Qianlang waved his hand, and a powerful force sealed the door shut again.
Ling Fan, however, acted as if nothing had happened.
He showed no panic or fear despite being in a dangerous situation. Instead, he sat down at the table and poured himself a cup of tea.
"Where is the Mu Wang Ding?"
Ling Fan asked.
His calm and collected demeanor surprised Yun Qianlang and Yun Rui slightly.
They couldn't understand what gave Ling Fan the confidence to openly walk into his own death.
Initially, Yun Qianlang suspected an ambush outside, but after a careful scan, he detected no powerful aura fluctuations. There was no ambush at all.
Ling Fan had come alone.
Confirming this, Yun Qianlang relaxed, no longer in a hurry to kill Ling Fan.
He beckoned, and an ancient, black cauldron flew out from a hidden compartment.
Faint traces of electrical light flickered, hovering above his palm.
"I'm curious, are you really not afraid of death just to get this cauldron? And why do you think we would simply hand over such a treasure to you?"
Yun Qianlang held the Mu Wang Ding, the flashing electrical light casting flickering shadows on his grinning face.
Ling Fan took a sip of tea and said, looking at his teacup, "I'm just here to reclaim what belongs to me, and collect some interest along the way."
"Interest?"
"What interest?"
Yun Qianlang and Yun Rui were confused by Ling Fan's words.
"Your lives."
Ling Fan put down his teacup, his voice as cold as eternal ice.
"With you, a cripple, hahaha! I'm so scared. Please don't kill me."
Yun Rui could no longer contain himself, laughing heartily as if he had heard the greatest joke, bending over with laughter.
Yun Qianlang also chuckled uncontrollably.
"I've seen fools, but never one as foolish and unafraid of death as you. Very well, since you desire the Mu Wang Ding so much, I shall grant your wish and let you perish under it, vanishing into thin air!"
Yun Qianlang pointed forward.
The Mu Wang Ding erupted with brilliant lightning. Crackling electrical sparks struck the air, exploding continuously.
Even Yun Qianlang found the terrifying power unbelievable.
Even a martial master of the Xuan Gang realm would be鎮殺 (killed) by this power, let alone a cripple like Ling Fan who was ignorant of martial arts.
Yun Qianlang and Yun Rui wore cruel smiles on their faces.
It was as if they could already see Ling Fan being utterly erased from existence by the Mu Wang Ding.
The moment the Mu Wang Ding descended above Ling Fan's head.
Ling Fan finally lifted his eyes and extended his palm. To the utter astonishment of Yun Qianlang and Yun Rui, the Mu Wang Ding obediently descended into Ling Fan's palm, like a kitten seeking affection.
How is this possible!
What is going on?
Yun Qianlang and Yun Rui stared, dumbfounded.
A cold smile appeared on Ling Fan's face. He had unleashed the true power of the Mu Wang Ding, and he wouldn't forget to make some arrangements.
He had long ago imprinted his spiritual mark on the Mu Wang Ding.
It was laughable how arrogant Zheng Bilie, Yun Qianlang, and the others were, completely failing to guard against it.
If Yun Qianlang hadn't used the Mu Wang Ding against him, it would have been somewhat difficult for him to kill Yun Qianlang, a formidable expert of the Xuan Gang realm's middle stage.
After all, he had only opened three attribute meridians so far, and his wood attribute was not yet complete.
With his current cultivation, it was not difficult to deal with a late-stage Qi Refining realm martial artist, but it was not enough to contend with a Xuan Gang realm martial master.
Only by resorting to some forbidden techniques and paying a price could he kill a mid-stage Xuan Gang realm cultivator.
However, Yun Qianlang had chosen the most self-destructive path.
"Go!"
Ling Fan formed a strange hand seal, and the Mu Wang Ding immediately erupted with unprecedented lightning. It was like the lightning that split the heavens and earth, or the first spring thunder that broke the silence.
This was the secret lightning control technique of the Nine Heavens Thunder God Sect, the foremost lightning sect of the Heavenly Realm.
This supreme secret art, rumored to be able to control even heavenly tribulation lightning, was now being used by Ling Fan to command the Mu Wang Ding, as if it were an extension of his own arm.
BOOM!
A deafening roar echoed for ten miles around.
At this moment, the vast area surrounding Tianxiang Tower heard the thunderous sound, as if it were divine might.
On the top floor of the tallest building in Tianxiang Tower.
The hand holding the wine cup of the Tianxiang Tower Master trembled violently, spilling the precious wine onto the floor.
In Room Tian Zi No. 1, Zheng Bilie, who was studying an ancient book on weapon forging, suddenly looked up towards the direction of Room Tian Zi No. 1, his heart stirred by immense turmoil.
"Not good, the Mu Wang Ding!"
...
As countless people were startled by the thunderous roar.
In Room Tian Zi No. 1 of Tianxiang Tower, the Mu Wang Ding had transformed into a terrifying bolt of lightning, shooting towards Yun Qianlang and Yun Rui.
Yun Qianlang only had time to shove Yun Rui away violently, then desperately activated his entire body's True Qi, even going so far as to stimulate his vital blood. Instantly, his body exploded like a furnace of blood and qi, transforming into an incredibly dense, blood-red True Qi shield that protected him.
"BOOM!"
A moment later, a scorched, blood-soaked, broken figure was sent flying backward.
The dignified Deputy City Lord of Yunmeng City, a mid-stage Xuan Gang realm expert, had been inexplicably defeated like this, his life or death uncertain.
Although Yun Rui was pushed away from the center of the Mu Wang Ding's coverage by Yun Qianlang, he was still affected.
He was merely a mid-stage Qi Refining realm cultivator, not yet at the late stage. How could he withstand such power? He was also violently thrown back, his bones shattered, lying like a puddle of mud in a pool of blood.
In the blink of an eye.
Yun Qianlang and Yun Rui were both utterly defeated.
"How, how is this possible! Cough cough..."
It had to be said that Yun Qianlang's cultivation was truly formidable; he hadn't been blown to death yet, but even if he survived, he had lost half his life.
He coughed up blood as he looked at Ling Fan in terror.
"You're not a cripple. Who exactly are you? Why can you use the Mu Wang Ding..."
Yun Qianlang was filled with extreme regret at this moment.
He hated his own arrogance and failure to guard against Ling Fan.
If he had been prepared, he would never have suffered such a crushing defeat.
Ling Fan's expression was indifferent. He raised his hand, and the Mu Wang Ding returned to his grasp, trailing wisps of terrifying lightning.
He looked down at the gravely injured Yun Qianlang, his gaze devoid of any emotion.
"Wait, don't kill me. I am the Deputy City Lord of Yunmeng City. The City Lord is my elder brother. If you kill me, you will be in great trouble!"
Yun Qianlang panicked.
Ling Fan's gaze was too cold, like a celestial dragon looking down at an ant, and a dragon would never show mercy to an ant.