Chapter 372: Success in Hand, Battle Ignites Again!
The voice that rang out belonged to none other than Liu Xiangxuan.
She and the others from Xuan Heaven Palace had, like Lin Fan's group, bypassed all the treasures along the way and headed straight for the main hall. As a result, they arrived only moments after Lin Fan and the others.
But they weren't the only ones—numerous unfamiliar experts also poured in, clearly sharing the same idea.
Lin Fan didn't spare them a glance. With a flash of his figure, he charged straight toward the Thunder Emperor's Scepter clutched in the statue's hand.
Lin Dong and Mu Lingshan followed closely behind.
"Stop him! We must seize the Thunder Emperor's Scepter!"
Liu Xiangxuan's face changed as she shouted to the experts from Xuan Heaven Palace.
Whoosh whoosh!
In an instant, Liu Xiangxuan and her people lunged toward the silver scepter.
Their actions immediately drew the attention of everyone else.
It was clear to all now that the scepter in the statue's hand was the true treasure of this hall.
In the blink of an eye, chaos erupted.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Silhouettes shot across the vast main hall like lightning, surging waves of Yuan Power sweeping out in all directions.
Every gaze was fixed on the scepter—everyone wanted it.
Because Lin Fan's group had arrived first, they were at the front of the charge.
In just a few seconds, they reached the base of the statue.
BOOM!
Suddenly, a vicious gust of wind filled with deathly energy blasted toward Lin Fan's back.
The one attacking him was none other than the Death Profound Realm elder leading Xuan Heaven Palace's group.
Lin Fan frowned slightly. In response, his Yuan Power exploded outward, crimson light engulfing him like a god of fire descending.
With a quick seal, crimson and pitch-black flames surged into his palm.
FWOOSH!
His hand ignited with three terrifying flames: Nirvana Flame, Nirvana Demon Flame, and Southbright Flame.
His palm rapidly expanded to several hundred times its size, covered in crackling fissures that radiated terrifying destructive power.
"Vermilion Heaven-Shattering Palm!"
Lin Fan roared inwardly and slammed his crimson palm directly into the Death Profound Realm elder's attack.
BOOM!
A dull explosion rang out as the two forces collided, sending shockwaves tearing through the hall and even fracturing space itself.
Using the rebound force, Lin Fan accelerated, arriving instantly beside the statue and reaching for the silver Thunder Scepter.
"Brother Lin Fan, you've already gained plenty in this temple. Why not leave this treasure to me?"
A soft, alluring voice rang out at that moment—Liu Xiangxuan's, filled with a subtle charm meant to sway the mind.
But it had no effect on Lin Fan.
"Treasures belong to those with the power to claim them," he said with a faint smile and continued reaching for the scepter.
"Heh, looks like your little game is over. Now it's our turn."
A mocking voice echoed, and three ghostly figures appeared—it was the Yuan Gate trio.
The silver-haired man and the man with jade-like skin each struck with a palm, sending two powerful waves of Yuan Power surging toward Lin Fan. Within them, black deathly energy pulsed ominously.
Lin Fan didn't retaliate. With a thought, the Black Tortoise Heaven-Suppressing Bell appeared behind him, instantly enlarging to block the blow.
CLANG!
A metallic ring echoed throughout the hall as the giant bell trembled and shot backward.
But the impact triggered a powerful ripple that rebounded a large portion—nearly seventy to eighty percent—of the attack back toward the Yuan Gate duo.
Their expressions changed as they hurriedly struck again to defuse the energy.
In that instant, Lin Fan's hand closed around the Thunder Emperor's Scepter.
"Hand over the scepter!"
Furious voices erupted from all sides.
Liu Xiangxuan, the Xuan Heaven Palace experts, and the Yuan Gate trio all wore grim expressions.
None of them had expected Lin Fan to seize the scepter despite their combined efforts.
BOOM!
The scepter suddenly erupted with countless bolts of lightning, unleashing a terrifying surge of thunder energy.
"The scepter is resisting! Looks like it doesn't want Lin Fan as its master!"
Some among the crowd shouted, barely concealing their schadenfreude.
"Be still." Lin Fan said coldly.
He immediately activated the power of the Thunder Ancestral Symbol—and at once, the lightning raging across the scepter's surface died down.
Obediently, the Thunder Scepter settled into Lin Fan's grip.
This scene left the spectators stunned.
"Wait… what just happened?"
"Wasn't the scepter trying to reject him?"
"He just said one word, and it stopped resisting? What kind of sorcery is that?"
"…"
"Not bad at all," came a smooth voice.
The long-haired man from Yuan Gate, who had yet to make a move, stepped forward with a slight smile.
"But a treasure like that isn't something you can afford to hold. Be smart and hand it over."
The silver-haired and pale-skinned men stepped forward beside him, eyes locked on Lin Fan like hungry wolves.
"Big Brother Lin Fan, is it time to fight back?" Mu Lingshan whispered, gripping the Life-Death Coffin Lid and staring eagerly at the Yuan Gate trio.
Lin Dong stepped up as well, energy surging through him, ready for battle.
Lin Fan chuckled and nodded.
Mu Lingshan's eyes lit up. With a flash, she swung her coffin lid straight at the silver-haired man.
Lin Dong flared his cyan wings and blasted toward the jade-skinned man, enveloped in a glowing green aura.
Lin Fan stowed the Black Tortoise Bell, raised the Thunder Scepter, and pointed it at the long-haired man.
BOOM!
The moment he swung the scepter, tens of thousands of bolts of lightning roared around him.
At that instant, Lin Fan looked like a sovereign of thunder—marching through a sea of lightning.
A devastating bolt of thunder burst from the scepter's tip, ripping space apart as it shot toward the long-haired man with incredible speed and force—
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