Yan Han narrowed his eyes, his expression extremely solemn.
A single sentence had scattered his magic power…
Who was it?
The void suddenly surged, and the figure of a young man slowly appeared in front of everyone, like a god descending to the mortal world!
When they saw who it was, the disciples of the Blackheaven Sect were overjoyed and bowed in unison."Greetings, senior brother Wang Lin!"
Xu Hao also let out a sigh of relief. With senior brother Wang Lin here, who in the Primitive Sect could stop him?
The rest of the disciples of the Blackheaven Sect were also excited, looking forward to the misfortune of the people of the Primitive Sect.
They were all disciples of the Blackheaven Sect. They had been the treasures of their sect and family since they were young. When had they ever suffered such grievances?
Moreover, it was clearly the people of the Primitive Sect who provoked and ambushed him! After they defeated the Primitive Sect, they would be oppressed by the other party's divine arts experts!
The Primeval Sect was too shameless. They forced them to kneel and apologize with the imposing manner of an expert with supernatural powers. They wanted to humiliate the Blackheaven Sect!
They were all outstanding talents, so they naturally understood Han Yan's vicious intentions!
"Wang Lin!"
Upon seeing the person who had come, Han Yan's face was as dark as water, as if he was facing a great enemy!
Although he was also a legacy disciple of the Primitive Sect, he couldn't compare to Wang Lin in terms of fame. Moreover, Wang Lin had broken through to the divine-tier a few days ago, and everyone knew about it!
"But I'm not afraid of you! Since I can compete with the Primordial Saint Child! Naturally, I can also fight you, Wang Lin!”
A strange look flashed in Han Yan's eyes, and battle intent surged in his heart.
In the Primeval Sect, he had fought with the Primeval Saint Son. Although he was at a disadvantage, he was never crushed to death! This made him feel that he was one of the best among the younger generation in the East Continent!
Wang Lin was a 16-year-old who entered the spell stage and was the future Holy Son of the Mysterious Sky Sect! As long as I can step on Wang Lin, my reputation will soar and my name will shake the Eastern Continent!
And my reputation in the sect will also soar! With my grandfather's support in the sect, the position of the Holy Son might be changed to mine!
Yan Han's mind spun, and he instantly made up his mind.
You and I are both proud sons of heaven, both divine arts experts. Why should I be afraid of you?
There was a hint of mockery in Wang Lin's eyes. He could see Han Yan's battle intent and his plan.
He sneered in his heart.
If it was the Primordial Origin Holy Son, then so be it. The Primordial Origin Holy Son was a prodigy of his generation, and even Wang Lin regarded him as a great enemy.
But you, Yan Han, are nothing but an arrogant person who relies on his family background to be arrogant.
He had heard that Han Yan was able to break through to the next realm only because his ancestor had injected his cultivation into him.
His future achievements would be limited. He would be lucky to be able to cultivate a divine palace.
Seeing the ridicule in Wang Lin's eyes, Han Yan became a little crazy! How dare you look down on me? I'm also a divine-tier expert! I will make you regret it!
Swoosh!
A ray of white sword energy quickly flew over and arrived between Wang Lin's eyebrows in an instant. It was as fast as lightning, making it impossible to dodge!
The sword energy suddenly stopped. Wang Lin raised his right hand and caught the sword energy with two fingers.
This white sword energy was an extremely powerful spell. It suddenly shattered and turned into countless rays of white light. The sword then condensed into a sword in Han Yan's hand. It was like the sea was still, but it was also like the sea of clouds. It attacked Wang Lin like a storm.
Wang Lin looked at the attack before him and pointed.
Only a finger!
He pointed his finger forward. Before this finger landed, a strange phenomenon was set off. A finger as thick as a mountain fell from the sky. The ground suddenly sank more than a hundred feet, sinking into the ground.
The cold sword light dissipated in an instant. Blood suddenly spurted out from the corner of his mouth, and his expression became dispirited!
When the finger finally landed, Reliance City shook like an earthquake! It was as if the distant Lianyun Mountain Range was also trembling. This kind of power was unmatched and unstoppable. The cold was like a trapped beast roaring, but it could not change the outcome in the slightest.
Han Yan's clothes were torn and his expression was dispirited. He could only stand up with great effort, as if a gust of wind could blow him down!
Yan Han, a legacy disciple of the Primitive Sect.
He was defeated by Wang Lin with a single finger!
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