Chapter 306: Shocking the Enemy with a Flick of the Finger

Chapter 306: A Flick of the Finger Shakes the Enemy

"One must be polite to a Fairy!"

Suddenly, someone spoke up, casually splashing out a cup of wine. With a whoosh, the crystalline liquid shot towards Yao Kun like a sharp arrow.

"Bang!"

To the astonishment of many, Yao Kun was struck as if by lightning. Not only did he fail to dodge, but his entire Physical Body flew backward, slamming into the palace wall.

This scene felt unreal to people. Just a cup of wine, and the new Successor of the Demon Dragon Dao Gate was sent flying, heavily injured.

Although this person's strength was not comparable to the previous Successor, Yao Yi, nor did he match the prodigies present, he was still a Successor of a sect, which meant he was not truly weak.

Moreover, compared to many Disciples from major powers, he was still a cut above.

Yet, he suffered this blow—no, it should be said he was too underestimated. The person who acted did so casually, simply using a cup of wine to send someone flying.

What's happening? Who is this again? From the tone, it sounds like someone from the younger generation.

For a moment, everyone turned their heads in unison, following the source of the sound, looking in one direction, wanting to know who had acted.

In the southeast, there was a man whose life force was vast, about eighteen years old, incredibly young, similar to everyone present.

However, he gave off a sense of etherealness, as if coexisting with the Great Dao. If one didn't look closely, it was hard to discern his true form.

At this moment, the young man sat cross-legged at a jade table, draped in Peng feathers, with golden hair, quietly pouring and drinking for himself, exuding leisure.

"Who is he? Does anyone here know him?" someone asked.

"He looks like someone from the Golden-Winged Great Peng race, perhaps a hidden prodigy of that race," another person judged, but he wasn't entirely certain.

However, the Three Thousand Provinces had numerous races. If an initial stage expert chose to hide and only emerged now, it would be normal.

Yao Kun dissipated the surging Qi, staggered to his feet, stabilized his Physical Body, and then looked at the indentation in his battle armor on his chest, a surge of anger rising within him.

It was clear what kind of impact he had suffered; a cup of wine had damaged his battle armor and sent him flying. It was truly astonishing!

"Fellow Daoist, what is the meaning of this?" Yao Kun said coldly, his expression grim. A peer who could repel him like this was absolutely terrifying.

At the same time, the Immortal Palace Successor's gaze was profound, his pupils flickering with intimidating runes, as he assessed and observed the other party.

To easily achieve this with just a cup of wine, he could also do it, as his strength was a notch above Yao Kun's.

However, that person ignored him, still holding his wine cup, leisurely sipping, completely disregarding him.

"What exactly do you mean? Are you trying to be my enemy?" Yao Kun spoke again, almost bursting with Qi.

Although his strength was a bit weaker, he was still the renowned Successor of the Demon Dragon Dao Gate, yet he was looked down upon. He truly lost Face.

"I can't stand your appearance, acting like someone's dog, when your true form is a Flood Dragon, yet you insist on sniffing a chicken's backside," that person responded.

"Pfft!"

Upon hearing this, some people couldn't hold back and burst into laughter. This analogy was truly… vulgar, yet perfectly fitting.

Qingyi also smiled, her bright eyes and white teeth looking at the golden-haired man who had helped her teach someone a lesson. This style somehow felt familiar.

"You… are overstepping!"

Yao Kun's Face darkened. When had he ever been so humiliated? If he couldn't discern the depth of the other's strength, he would have already attacked.

"So what if I'm overstepping? The Demon Dragon Dao Gate having a Successor like you, with such conduct, is truly falling apart…" that person said calmly.

Nearby, everyone was astonished. Who exactly was this person, speaking with the tone of an elder, lecturing?

Yao Kun's Face flushed red. This was purely out of Qi. This person was too arrogant, looking young but acting like an old master.

As for this Golden-Winged Great Peng, it was naturally Lin Fan. He heard everything clearly from the side. How could he tolerate someone daring to insult his wife?

He definitely had to teach them a lesson.

In fact, he had originally only come to join the fun and gather some information, not intending to act. But who told some people to be so blind?

He was a person whose magnanimity was neither great nor small. The premise was not to provoke him, otherwise, he would definitely show them some color.

"Fellow Daoist, aren't you going too far? Are you trying to be an enemy of my Demon Dragon Dao Gate?" Yao Kun spoke, his expression extremely cold.

Ordinarily, as a Disciple of an Immortal Dao lineage, he was accustomed to being strong and high above, and having just advanced, he rarely encountered such situations.

At the same time, he brought up his sect, which was a warning for him to be careful with his words and not cause trouble.

"You are not qualified to call me Fellow Daoist. You are just a small worm, and you don't seem to understand your situation, yet you dare to be arrogant in front of me?" Lin Fan said without reservation.

In an instant, everyone was stunned. This person was too overbearing, completely disregarding Face, openly despising the entire Demon Dragon Dao Gate!

By this point, Yao Kun was extremely indignant. He was despised, along with the sect behind him. This was truly unbearable.

"Do you think I'm easy to bully?!" he roared in a low voice. He couldn't hold back anymore, otherwise, he would truly become a joke.

"Roar…"

With a roar, symbols intertwined, and a huge Flood Dragon shadow appeared behind him, extremely fierce, its aura terrifying.

In an instant, everyone felt they had underestimated him, not expecting him to unleash such Divine Might. He was far from simple.

"Hmm, it's been a while since I've eaten Flood Dragon meat. It's good that you delivered yourself to my doorstep," Lin Fan laughed, still calm and collected, not bothered by the attack.

Then, he stood up and pointed a finger. A golden beam of light flew out, transforming into a Golden-Winged Great Peng, its wings covering the sky.

"Pfft!"

When the Golden-Winged Great Peng arrived, it instantly pinned Yao Kun under its giant claw, causing him to cough up large mouthfuls of blood, unable to get up.

Everyone was moved. With just one strike, it suppressed the Flood Dragon, whose Physical Body was unparalleled. As expected of a Golden-Winged Great Peng, it had natural means of restraint.

No wonder ancient legends claimed that the Golden-Winged Great Peng ate Dragons daily and was unhappy without them, possessing extensive experience in capturing them.

"Ah… I refuse to accept this!" Yao Kun roared and screamed, transforming into his true form, a purple Demonic Dragon, shaking its head and tail, trying to break free.

"Chii!"

As a result, this time, the Golden-Winged Great Peng's sharp claws squeezed hard, digging into its flesh and blood, causing its spine to crackle and break inch by inch.

"Ah…" Yao Kun screamed incessantly. This pain was heart-wrenching, and he instantly lost the strength to resist, collapsing onto the ground.

"What can you do if you refuse to accept it? Just obediently come into my bowl," Lin Fan murmured, directly suppressing him and stuffing him into a cauldron, as if he truly intended to stew him for food.

Witnessing this scene, everyone was stunned and silent, each of them dumbfounded. Yao Kun was just collected like that?

This person was simply overwhelmingly strong, acting so openly. Was he not afraid of being hunted down by the Demon Dragon Dao Gate?

Even if he came from the Golden-Winged Great Peng race, he would likely Face a lot of trouble, as that Dao lineage was notoriously difficult to provoke.

At the same time, a group of people also felt sorry for him. This was already the third Successor! If he died again, the Demon Dragon Dao Gate would truly lose immense Face!

By then, all living beings in the Three Thousand Provinces would mock the sect for having no successors.

Meanwhile, Qingyi, on the side, stared at the golden-haired man who had stepped forward, deep in thought, a strange glint flashing in her beautiful pupils.

"Fellow Daoist, could you spare his life for my Face?"

It was at this moment that the Immortal Palace Successor spoke, his expression solemn.