Luo Yin sensed the Primordial Heavy Pupils at that moment. After figuring out how to use them, he was greatly shocked.
Worthy of an object fit to accompany a Heavenly Emperor—these Primordial Heavy Pupils were truly powerful!
Luo Yin examined Lin Fan with keen interest.
He wasn’t in any hurry to strike.
All of Lin Fan’s abilities had come from the Storytelling System.
Now that Luo Yin had stripped away the Storytelling System, along with all the rewards Lin Fan had gained, Lin Fan had become nothing more than a powerless mortal, too weak to even truss a chicken.
With a mere flick of his finger, Luo Yin could reduce him to ashes.
What surprised Luo Yin was that among the rewards from his Storytelling System, the Primordial Heavy Pupils weren’t even the best. There were others no less impressive.
If he’d known that earlier, he wouldn’t have taken the system right away. He would have let Lin Fan rack up a few more.
Luo Yin curled his lip, feeling somewhat displeased.
The onlookers watched Lin Fan’s deflated expression with confusion.
“What’s wrong with Mr. Lin? Why is he just standing there frozen?”
“Where’s that divine ability of his? Why isn’t he fighting back?”
“That doesn’t add up! Do they have some deep-seated grudge? Why would they turn on each other like this? Mr. Lin knows all those secrets—how come he never mentioned this Luo Yin?”
“It’s strange. Let’s see what happens next.”
As the crowd murmured among themselves, a formless killing intent suddenly materialized behind Luo Yin!
It was Qiu Yuanqing!
He made his move!
His reason for wanting Luo Yin dead had nothing to do with Luo Yin killing his disciple.
A useless wretch like that—dead was dead. Qiu Yuanqing couldn’t have cared less.
No, he feared that if Luo Yin grew stronger, he would become a threat to him and the entire Blood Nether Clan!
He had to eliminate the boy as quickly as possible!
And this was the perfect moment!
The sight of a Marquis Realm powerhouse appearing silently behind Luo Yin sent a shock through the crowd.
Ling Qingxue and the others, who had stayed in the private room, instinctively covered their mouths.
Luo Qianqiu could scarcely believe it. An elder from her own sacred land had shown up here—and he was about to attack Luo Yin!
“Luo Yin, watch out!”
Ling Qingxue cried, already moving to rush out and intercept Qiu Yuanqing.
Lin Fan’s heart leaped with joy, however, a mad glint flashing in his eyes.
Hurry!
Kill him!
If he dies, I’m in the clear!
Lin Fan had realized by now that Luo Yin intended to kill him. His only path to survival lay in Luo Yin’s death!
Unfortunately, he had no powerful cultivators among his acquaintances here—not even a handful of truly loyal fans. With his divine abilities stripped away, he could only pin his hopes on this old man who had appeared out of nowhere.
The old man was merely at the Marquis Realm. By the standards of the Newcomers List’s top three, they could all fight above their level.
But with the element of surprise, Luo Yin wouldn’t have time to react!
Lin Fan had overlooked one crucial detail, though: Luo Yin now possessed the Primordial Heavy Pupils. The instant he sensed the aura behind him, he whipped around.
The Heavy Pupils’ power activated in a flash!
Qiu Yuanqing’s movements slowed to a crawl—countless times slower than normal. Even his sneak attack gave Luo Yin plenty of time to respond.
Luo Yin regarded the man before him, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Since this fool had jumped out of the woodwork, Luo Yin would use him to test the Primordial Heavy Pupils’ might!
In Luo Yin’s perception, Qiu Yuanqing moved with excruciating slowness. To Qiu Yuanqing himself, however, nothing seemed amiss.
His palm glowed with inky divine light, flickering with ominous black radiance as an oppressive aura surged toward Luo Yin’s face.
“Boy, you deserve to die!”
Qiu Yuanqing bellowed. His full Marquis Realm aura erupted outward. The crowd scattered in panic, clearing the main hall of the Heavenly Fragrance Tower for fear of getting caught in the crossfire.
Luo Yin stared down the oncoming palm strike, his eyes suddenly deepening into bottomless abysses.
Billions of brilliant divine rays churned within his pupils.
Qiu Yuanqing sensed something wrong with Luo Yin. Gazing into those eyes, he felt himself plummeting into an endless abyss.
His hand faltered for a moment.
But in that split second of distraction, a beam of light—a hundred times more terrifying than the one Lin Fan had unleashed—blasted from Luo Yin’s pupils!
It could shatter heavens and sunder earth!
Irresistible force!
“Not good!”
At such close range, Qiu Yuanqing had no hope of reacting.
By the time danger registered, it was far too late.
Boom!
The devastating divine ray punched through his body, shattering his spiritual sea and pulverizing the divine palace within him to powder.
Puff!
Qiu Yuanqing spewed a mouthful of blood and went flying, crashing heavily to the floor.
Luo Yin glanced at him impassively, a faint smile on his lips.
Inwardly, though, he was stunned.
The Primordial Heavy Pupils’ power was as formidable as expected!
A single strike had gravely wounded a Marquis Realm cultivator!
Of course, that assumed the target had no chance to defend.
“Cough cough cough! You…”
Qiu Yuanqing struggled to his feet, staring at Luo Yin like some demon from the depths.
He couldn’t comprehend it. How could someone not even at the Saint Energy Realm possess such overwhelming strength?
“Worthy of the Marquis Realm—even at the early stage, you’re not that easy to kill.”
Luo Yin curled his lip, feigning mild dissatisfaction.
The crowd couldn’t help twitching at the corners of their mouths. They felt a powerful urge to curse him out.
What kind of nonsense was that?
Marquis Realm!
In any sect or faction, that was elder or enshrined status!
A being who could level mountains and fill seas with a casual strike!
For someone below Saint Energy Realm to even injure one was a miracle—and here he was, griping about not killing him outright!
Was there no justice left in the world? No law?
Even as they inwardly raged, curiosity burned brighter. What divine ability was this? It looked just like Lin Fan’s.
Only far stronger.
“This… this looks exactly like the Primordial Heavy Pupils described in Tales of the Great Wilderness?”
Someone ventured.
The crowd jolted, piecing together the clues.
Horror dawned in their hearts.
“Primordial Heavy Pupils? No way—that’s just made-up stuff from a storybook.”
One man waved it off, skeptical.
“But what if the storybook’s version was inspired by the real thing?”
Another pressed.
A cultivator in the know drew a sharp breath.
“Hiss! If that’s true, it’s horrifying. The Primordial Heavy Pupils’ power rivals certain emperor artifacts! Some even say it matches the Nine Great Treasures!”
The crowd’s gazes toward Luo Yin grew complicated—worshipful, wary, fearful.
All threaded with fanatic zeal.
Luo Yin paid them no mind.
They were ants he could crush without effort.
He had kept his identity hidden before out of concern for drawing foes beyond his strength.
But now his power had surged several-fold. Ling Qingxue had recovered to the Marquis Realm—and advanced even further.
A Sealing King Realm expert wouldn’t faze them.
Marquis Realm foes? Killable.
Luo Yin turned his eyes back to Qiu Yuanqing. Another divine ray lanced from his pupils.
The instant it emerged, it coalesced into a razor-sharp spear and hurtled toward Qiu Yuanqing’s chest!
Qiu Yuanqing’s eyes bulged in alarm, but grievously wounded as he was, he couldn’t evade.
Pfft!
The spear struck home, pinning him to the wall.
The blow pierced his True Fate clean through, snuffing out his life for good.
The crowd gaped at Luo Yin, staring as if at a monster.
Dead?
Just like that? A Marquis Realm powerhouse?
Unbelievable!
Lin Fan’s face drained of color. He slumped into his chair, utterly defeated.
In that instant, something pitch-black erupted from Qiu Yuanqing’s corpse. It locked onto a figure in the crowd and charged with ferocious speed.
