Chapter 550: The Heavenly Classic Unleashes Its Power

"Haha..." At this moment, King Wei burst into laughter, his awe-inspiring eyes revealing disdain, as if looking at an ant begging for mercy.

Lin Fan was already cursing inwardly. This damn King Wei, laughing your ass off, but fine, let you laugh. As long as you take the bait, I'll make you regret it for life.

"Ant, it's too late to be afraid now. Let me send you on your way." King Wei snorted coldly, and as he raised his hand, the wind and clouds shifted.

Lin Fan felt as if his body could not move, firmly locked down by King Wei's power.

"Damn it, I have to get stronger. If I survive this, I'll become a peerless strongman no matter what. This feeling is too suffocating." Lin Fan swore inwardly. The feeling of having life and death controlled by others was utterly unpleasant.

Lin Fan had always understood that showing off carries risks, and entering the game requires caution.

But this phrase had always been used by Lin Fan to warn others; he never thought it would apply to himself one day.

In the Xuanhuang Realm, leveling up and slaying monsters was a piece of cake, but after arriving in the Gusheng Realm, Lin Fan realized that every time he fought above his level, it was like risking his life.

Especially now, even risking his life couldn't kill the opponent.

Shiitake mushrooms, so painful.

But Lin Fan understood that at this moment, he could only rely on himself; no one else could help him.

At this point, he had to maximize his intelligence and thick skin.

In the end, people often care not about the process but the result.

The survivor becomes king; whoever lives to the end is naturally the king.

"Invincible King Wei, wait a moment. I have a fucking word to say, but I don't know if I should." Lin Fan quickly shouted.

King Wei looked at Lin Fan with contempt. "Ant, speak. After you finish, I'll send you on your way."

"There's hope." Seeing that King Wei didn't act, Lin Fan felt a surge of joy. Any chance to turn the tables was based on the opponent's arrogance.

Even King Wei, who had fought through the ages and had rich experience, was no exception.

With his own cultivation at the Great Perfection of the Desolate Heaven Stage, the other naturally didn't take him seriously.

"Great King Wei, what do you think of my cultivation?" Lin Fan asked.

"Just an ant," King Wei said.

Lin Fan rolled his eyes, very displeased with King Wei. Ant, ant, always saying ant, so damn cocky.

"Then what if I said I could injure you in two moves? Would you believe it?" Lin Fan said.

"Haha, ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. Foolish ant, even if I stood here and let you hit me for a lifetime, you couldn't break my defense." King Wei sneered, feeling he had heard the funniest joke under heaven.

At this moment, Lin Fan had already made a preliminary decision about King Wei's fate.

If the roles were reversed, with King Wei as the protagonist and himself as the boss, then if the protagonist had overwhelming power but wasted time talking nonsense with the boss, then obviously the protagonist would be an idiot.

"King Wei, I don't think it's ridiculous, because within two moves, I will severely injure you." Lin Fan provoked.

"Hmph, braggart. I have no time to waste on an ant." King Wei roared, about to strike with his palm.

Seeing this, Lin Fan quickly shouted, "King Wei, you coward, you're afraid."

"You're afraid of being injured by an ant at the Desolate Heaven Stage."

"Haha, what ancient clan King Wei? In my eyes, you're just a self-proclaimed coward." Lin Fan laughed wildly,表面上 seeming very domineering, but his heart was pounding.

All gods and buddhas, please bless me, reduce this King Wei's IQ to negative numbers.

Lin Fan was prepared. If King Wei acted, he would definitely die. Although he had the ability to be reborn from a drop of blood, he didn't know if for a strongman like King Wei, he would sense that he wasn't dead and discover his rebirth through blood.

If he could sense it, then there was nothing more to say; he was definitely finished.

Lin Fan prayed inwardly.

Please let his IQ be touching, even if just for a short time.

"Gods and buddhas, if you can make King Wei's IQ negative for a while, I'm willing to sacrifice ten years of my lifespan. Please."

Lin Fan knew these prayers were deceptive, but at this moment, he could only seek some solace.

"Hum!"

At this moment, the "Heavenly Classic" imprinted on Lin Fan's back, which had never moved before, faintly emitted a glimmer of light. This light was very mysterious, as if filled with supreme divine might.

Lin Fan didn't notice the light and was nervously watching King Wei.

King Wei looked at Lin Fan with disdain, not taking the words of this ant-like human to heart.

King Wei had suppressed the ages for a long time; how could he be provoked by such words? He never wanted to say much to an ant.

"Hmph, human, don't play your tricks on me. I don't care about them. Go die." King Wei snorted coldly, but in an instant, his fierce and peerless expression changed slightly.

In the unseen, it seemed a mysterious force seeped into King Wei's body.

"Fine, then I'll grant your wish, ant, and make you realize how insignificant you are." King Wei seemed to have changed, his tone filled with endless mockery.

"Uh..." Lin Fan, who had been ready to die, was momentarily stunned upon hearing King Wei's words, not knowing what to do.

Just now, King Wei's power had already erupted, but he suddenly withdrew and agreed to his request.

This... this.

At this moment, Lin Fan felt like crying.

He suddenly realized that in this world, there were still ancient clans with touching IQs.

"Really?" Lin Fan asked incredulously.

"Hmph, no more nonsense. I'll give you three breaths. After three breaths, I'll crush you to death." King Wei stood there, exuding dominance.

"Three breaths?"

Lin Fan took a slight breath, then his expression turned serious. He rushed over immediately, having already wasted one breath in hesitation. How could he dare waste more time?

"You really won't move?" In front of King Wei, Lin Fan was very nervous; this was suppression by strength.

"Hmph, two breaths." A fierce light flashed in King Wei's eyes, as if he meant what he said without falsehood.

"Damn..." At this moment, Lin Fan shouted inwardly. How could he hesitate any longer? Wasn't this the opportunity he wanted?

Gods and buddhas, I thank your whole family.

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