I was hiding in the village and became the Grandmaster of all things!

The dormant spiritual energy in Lin Fan's body suddenly began to boil, as if awakened by an invisible force. The long sword he held tightly then glowed with dazzling spiritual light, like the rising morning light piercing through the night.

"Huh..."

A shadow passed by, and Lin Fan's figure merged with the original place in the blink of an eye, disappearing without a trace, leaving only a faint fluctuation of spiritual power, trembling slightly in the air.

When he reappeared, he had turned into a gust of wind, and the long sword in his right hand was like the brightest star in the night sky, pointing directly at his opponent Ma Weihao. His speed was so fast that even the sharp-eyed onlookers could not catch its trajectory.

On the tip of the sword, a cold light quietly bloomed, like the sharpest ice blade in winter, foreshadowing the coming storm.

"Ding..."

Faced with this sudden attack, Ma Weihao reacted quickly, raising the heavy war hammer with swift eyes and hands. The thunder wrapped around it was like the wrath of an angry god, and the strands of lightning were like cunning little snakes, trying to wrap around the approaching sword.

However, in the blink of an eye, the surging spiritual energy on the sword suddenly burst out, like an irresistible torrent, defeating the electric flashes that attempted to invade one by one. Under the impact of the spiritual energy, the light of thunder dimmed in an instant and dissipated into nothingness.

Immediately afterwards, a flash of silver light silently passed by the heavy warhammer, carrying a biting chill that could penetrate the bone marrow, and slowly spread out.

"Huh..."

A flash of scarlet suddenly bloomed on Ma Weihao's body, like a poppy suddenly blooming in the dark night, shocking.

That was the trajectory of the long sword in Lin Fan's hand. It gently crossed Ma Weihao's chest with an irresistible posture, leaving a hideous wound.

The edges of the wound seemed to be covered with tiny particles of frost, which stubbornly adhered to it, as if the laws of nature were forcibly suppressing the wound's healing instinct.

"what...!"

The severe pain in his chest made Ma Weihao let out a heart-wrenching wail, his voice full of despair and unwillingness.

His body, as if pushed by an invisible force, staggered and fell backwards. Every step seemed to be stepping on nothingness, and he was on the verge of collapse.

"Stop... please, stop..."

Ma Weihao stretched out his right hand tremblingly, still tightly gripping the heavy spear in his palm. His voice was a mixture of fear and pleading, but it was like a candle in the wind, unable to shake the established situation in the slightest.

Seeing this, Lin Fan did not move forward, but just stood there quietly, his eyes fixed deeply on Ma Weihao who was not far away. Curiosity surged in his heart like a tide, and he wanted to hear what his opponent had to say.

"Junior brother, you and I are both from the top ten sects. We should be in the same boat. How can we kill each other?"

Just now, Ma Weihao's eyes were filled with murderous intent towards Lin Fan, as if he wanted to devour him completely. But now, he put on an earnest look, mentioning the friendship between fellow disciples, trying to use this bond to calm down this meaningless fight.

"Hahahaha... Ma Weihao, ah Ma Weihao, I never thought you would end up like this."

Si Qingchuan looked at the miserable Ma Weihao in front of him, and an indescribable joy welled up in his heart.

As long as this source of evil is firmly under control, the Twin Lakes will not suffer unwarranted disasters, and the people of Luohui County will be spared from the ravages of floods and remain safe and sound.

Ma Weihao ignored Si Qingchuan's words, just glared at him fiercely, and then quickly turned his gaze to Lin Fan, trying to use his cunning tricks again to slip away from under Lin Fan's nose.

Seeing that Ma Weihao ignored him, Si Qingchuan did not get angry. He just focused all his attention on Lin Fan and laughed even more wildly.

If everyone had not already known the cause and effect of this matter, they would probably have mistakenly thought that Si Qingchuan had suddenly gone crazy.

"That's what you wanted to say."

Lin Fan's words were calm, yet they held a sharp edge.

"Junior brother..." The other party seemed to sense the coldness in Lin Fan's tone and called out hurriedly.

However, before he finished speaking, Lin Fan waved his hand and said:

"You don't need to say more. It's better for people like you to start a new life." After the words fell, Lin Fan narrowed his eyes slightly while holding the long sword. The next moment, his figure disappeared from the spot.

When Lin Fan's figure came into view again, he was already standing quietly in front of Ma Weihao.

Immediately afterwards, the weathered sword, like the scythe of death, silently pierced through Ma Weihao's chest.

"Pfft..."

The tip of the sword trembled slightly, accompanied by a "tick-tick" sound, and the scarlet blood slowly slid down the cold blade, like tears of despair, outlining the trajectory of death in the air.

Ma Weihao's gaze fixed on Lin Fan's resolute face, then slowly moved down to his own blood-stained collar. His lips moved slightly, as if he had a thousand words to say, but at this moment, they were all choked in his throat.

However, before his words could become an audible call, his eyes gradually lost focus, and the light of life quickly dissipated like a candle in the wind.

At this moment of life and death, everything around seemed to be still, leaving only the faint smell of blood in the air and Lin Fan's still determined figure.

That's when.

"Pfft..."

Lin Fan gently spun the sword in his hand and pulled it out from Ma Weihao's chest. A warm fountain of blood gushed out, and spots of scarlet blood splashed in the cold and lonely night, like a sad and beautiful flower blooming in the dark night, adding a touch of weird color to the darkness.

Lin Fan's gaze did not linger for a moment, as if it was just a trivial passing wind without a trace. He turned around and walked firmly towards the direction where Lin Tian and the other two were.

However, things are unpredictable and unexpected changes always happen.

Ma Weihao's chest, which should have gradually calmed down, suddenly showed a strange phenomenon. A black light flickered strangely at the wound, like a messenger of the night, quietly weaving a spell of resurrection.

What followed was that his life force that was about to dissipate miraculously solidified, and his originally distracted eyes slowly focused and regained vitality.

The night was as dark as ink, and an unusual black light quietly bloomed on the wound on his chest, carrying an indescribable weirdness, as if a dormant ancient power was slowly awakening, ready to strike.

At this moment, above the sky, the bright moon quietly disappeared into the thick night, as if even the stars in the sky did not want to witness the changes that were about to happen.

The dark light on his chest, in an unnoticed corner, was quietly brewing an unknown secret.

Soon, the light gradually faded, and was replaced by a slender and twisted tentacle, which quietly emerged from his wound, carrying a strange vitality.

Then, the second, the third... seemed endless, hundreds of tentacles followed one after another. They not only filled the wound, but also tore it even more hideously.

These tentacles slowly crawled on his body, like devil vines in the night, spreading rapidly until their entire body was covered. Every inch of his skin seemed to be corroded by this strange existence, weaving together a picture that was both terrifying and shocking.

soon.

Ma Weihao's figure was quickly submerged by the densely entangled tentacles, but his eyes, like a lone star in the dark night, were still shining.

Suddenly, his body trembled slightly, as if awakened by some ancient power. His once clear eyes were now replaced by a rich green, sparkling with a strange luster.

These tentacles not only wrapped him tightly, but also gave him an extraordinary majestic physique. His overall image was distorted and strange, like a nightmare crawling out of the abyss, which was terrifying.

Immediately afterwards, an ominous black mist slowly rose from his body, spreading silently like the deepest haze in the night.

What followed was an indescribable stench, which drifted with the wind and quickly spread to every corner of Twin Lakes, shrouding this originally peaceful space with a layer of depression and uneasiness.

This sudden change finally broke the tranquility of the surroundings and attracted everyone's attention.

In an instant, everyone's eyes turned to where Ma Weihao's body was, and an inexplicable tension filled the air.

"Whoosh..."

Amidst an indescribable chill, Ma Weihao's body, which had been lying quietly, strangely straightened up, like a zombie resurrected, breaking the silence around him.

"How... could he be brought back to life?" The voice of the Crown Prince Si Qingchuan was full of disbelief, and his tone trembled slightly.

Just now, he had witnessed Lin Fan easily ending Ma Weihao's life with a long sword. He was deeply shocked by Lin Fan's unfathomable cultivation. While secretly rejoicing, he couldn't help but worry about the wrath of the Mingyue Sect that Lin Fan might face.

However, before he could finish this thought, Ma Weihao's body miraculously stood up again, as if breaking the boundary between life and death.