Chapter 1540: Chapter 1538: Lin Fan... Is Most Likely Dead!

Whoosh—

Whoosh— 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

The wild wind howled, a vast expanse of snowy white.

Silence.

A silence like death!

After a rumble, everything seemed to enter an eternal night, without a single sound.

It felt like the ears were blocked by snow, unable to hear anything.

But actually.

The world had quieted down, even the sound of breathing disappeared.

Thump thump!

Thump thump!

Lan Zhengqing’s heartbeat was extremely fast, as if it would leap out of his throat.

Even Qiu Xi could hear it clearly.

One breath!

Two breaths!

Three breaths!

...

A full hundred breaths!

Lan Zhengqing remained motionless, holding his stance, neither pulling back his fist nor stepping out to take a look.

Snowflakes fell on him, almost burying him.

Yet he still didn’t move a muscle, as if waiting for something.

Actually.

Lan Zhengqing himself didn’t know what he was waiting for, but he did have some expectations, hoping to hear a thud or a shocking scream.

Because the snowstorm obscured his vision, Lan Zhengqing didn’t know what happened to Lin Fan.

Dead?

Turned into a blood mist?

Seriously injured?

A hole opened in his chest?

Broken arm?

Or did his body simply explode!

He imagined countless scenes of Lin Fan’s tragic death in his mind, as if they were about to appear before him, filling him with immense excitement and agitation.

But.

He had waited a full hundred breaths.

Yet there was still no reaction.

What was going on?

Badump.

A vague sense of foreboding flashed through Lan Zhengqing’s mind, and it was incredibly intense. It instantly occupied all his thoughts, forcing him to suppress it with full concentration.

He hadn’t seen the result, how could he admit defeat!

Moreover.

He, Lan Zhengqing, to bow his head to an ant from the Sumeru Continent was simply unimaginable!

He would never do such a thing!

The fleeing refugees, some turned into blood mist, some were severely injured, some were still alive.

But among those alive, some were scared witless and had already fled far away, never intending to return. Others were reluctant to leave Blizzard Village, and once everything fell silent, they quietly walked behind Lan Zhengqing, wide-eyed, witnessing the unbelievable scene before them.

Lan Zhengqing stood like a statue.

In front of him, snow was everywhere.

"Lan... Young Master?"

Someone boldly shouted, but Lan Zhengqing did not react.

The crowd began to whisper, discussing fervently.

"What happened? What’s wrong with Lan Young Master?"

"I don’t know... what exactly happened..."

"Is Lin Fan dead?"

"Most likely dead, if not for this punch, then... then..."

"A monster! Definitely a monster!"

"So many of our brothers died... turned into blood mist, not even leaving a complete body. I can’t believe Lin Fan is still alive..."

"But you never know, didn’t Lan Young Master say he crossed two Great Realms in one hour before?"

"So what, he’s still a nobody in front of Lan Young Master!"

Everyone held different opinions, starting an argument.

Yet none dared to disturb Lan Zhengqing, nor did they have the courage to check if Lin Fan was indeed dead.

After a while.

The snow that blocked their vision gradually settled, falling back to the ground, and the world returned to its previous calm.

All the refugees held their breath, not daring to breathe, waiting for the snow curtain to fall, revealing whether Lin Fan was alive or dead. The mystery would finally be solved!

Their hearts were pounding, their breaths stilled, not daring to exhale.

The snow curtain fell.

Before Lan Zhengqing appeared a huge pit!

Pitch-black, bottomless!

Like a drop of ink on a white sheet, this piece of land seemed to have been directly dug away, extremely discordant, and terrifying!

Whew!

The refugees gasped in shock, eyes wide open.

At this moment.

If anyone were to jump into this pit, they would most likely be shattered into pieces!

Let alone face Lan Zhengqing’s punch just now.

Absolutely no possibility of surviving!

Everyone must die, Lin Fan included!

Witnessing this, Lan Zhengqing couldn’t help but laugh madly!

"Ahahaha!"

"Hahahaha!"

He clasped his hands behind his back, walked slowly to the edge of the pit, and bent down to look inside.

Darkness enveloped, bottomless.

The pit echoed his laughter.

Madness!

Utter madness!

Lan Zhengqing was thoroughly satisfied, finally releasing all the internal turmoil he had endured!

Those who obstructed him would cease to exist!

From now on.

He would ascend to the pinnacle of the Five Elements Realm, becoming its supreme ruler!

"Hahahaha!"

"Hahahaha!"

His laughter.

Rampant.

Arrogant.

Conceited.

Presumptuous.

Deranged.

Causing unease in the hearts of all the refugees, making them tremble in fear.

Lan Zhengqing gazed into the abyss, initially considering searching for Lin Fan’s remains, to see if Lin Fan had truly perished.

But then he changed his mind.

Enough!

If he jumped down and ended up getting hurt, it would be a bit counterproductive.

Moreover, Lin Fan might not have any remains, he might have already become a blood mist, blown away by the wind and snow, buried!

His final gaze lingered on the abyss, nodding in satisfaction, his body finally relaxing.

The swirling snowflakes promptly stopped.

The vast snowfield gradually turned bright again.

Endless, with sunny skies!

"Congratulations, Young Master!"

"Best wishes, Young Master!"

"Finally eliminated that troublesome piece of trash, Lin Fan!"

"He will never obstruct you again!"

"We vow to follow Young Master to the death!"

"Lin Fan is definitely dead, with that bottomless pit, he surely didn’t leave behind any remains!"

Several lackeys cheerfully ran up, respectfully kneeling before Lan Zhengqing, offering congratulations.

Lan Zhengqing glanced around, from thousands of refugees, now only less than fifty knelt before him!

His eye twitched violently, his heart slightly displeased, but he held it back.

Refugees can be gathered back when needed.

At least he had killed Lin Fan, solving a major obstacle, time to be delighted.

"Alright, get up!"

"You are all my good subordinates, once I rise to power, I won’t forget you!"

Though Lan Zhengqing said this, inside he thought otherwise. Whether these guys could survive until then was uncertain, and even if they could, he certainly wouldn’t let them live.

Young Master of the Water Clan mingling with refugees would be utterly disgraceful!

He might be laughed at.

So now he was merely using these refugees, and once things are near success, he’ll slaughter them all, leaving none behind!