"Uncle Yao, you!"

Previously, Xiao Lan had already sought Uncle Yao's opinion, and he had clearly agreed with Xu Fan's succession to the position of Pavilion Master.

But at this moment, he appeared completely indifferent, which made Xiao Lan grow increasingly anxious.

Could it be that he was unwilling to help her?

"Niece Xiao, do you really think that whatever I say now will make any difference?"

As if guessing what was on Xiao Lan's mind, Uncle Yao glanced at her and muttered to himself, "You rascal, are you really going to stand by and watch her be bullied?"

Even if Uncle Yao spoke up at this moment and forcibly had Xu Fan inherit Lingyan Pavilion, what would that change?

The three of them would still refuse to accept it, and the spirit of Lingyan Pavilion would remain as scattered as before!

Uncle Yao was well aware that only Xu Fan could resolve the current situation.

Only by winning over these three people could Lingyan Pavilion be at his disposal.

And if Xu Fan didn't have the ability?

Then that would simply prove that he was unfit to sit in that position.

Having been sitting quietly aside for so long, Xu Fan had also managed to figure out the gist of the situation.

If he continued to sit still at this moment, these three fellows would likely end up really treating Sister Lan with utter contempt.

Stretching leisurely, Xu Fan narrowed his eyes and stood up from the Taishi Chair.

So far, remaining silent, the three might think that this young fellow had been scared silly by now.

Watching Xu Fan approach with his eyes narrowed, Zhou Zhanlong smirked and mockingly said, "What's the matter? A kid whose hair hasn't even grown fully, thinking of running away?"

"Heh heh, running away is simple, just crawl through under me."

Zhou Zhanlong sneered, pointing down at his crotch.

Although the other two didn't spea, they both turned their gaze toward Xu Fan, curious to see just how inept Xiao Lan's chosen one was.

"Which hand did you use just now, to hit He Si?"

As if completely oblivious to Zhou Zhanlong's previous mockery, Xu Fan tilted his head up and looked towards Zhou Zhanlong, who was a head taller than himself.

"Oh? Lad, are you going to stand up for him or what?"

Who was Zhou Zhanlong?

A forceful man with mid-level Neijia Inner Strength, had it not been for his efforts on behalf of Xiao Tianfang, Lingyan Pavilion might not have achieved its current success!

At that moment, the smile on his face shattered instantaneously, Zhou Zhanlong's expression turned ferocious, he raised a huge hand as big as a fan, and slapped it straight toward Xu Fan's face!

"I used this hand!"

Zhou Zhanlong had still held back a few moves against He Si, after all, he was a member of Lingyan Pavilion, but Xu Fan was another story—Zhou Zhanlong would have been delighted to slap him to death!

His death would lead to Zhou Zhanlong naturally taking the position of Pavilion Master!

Gathering his Inner Strength through the twelve primary channels into his right arm, Zhou Zhanlong unleashed all his strength in a slap, striking with the force of thunder towards Xu Fan!

The sound of wind whistling! This slap was powerful enough to shatter metal and snap iron! Everyone's faces turned to shock in an instant!

Who would have known, Zhou Zhanlong could be so ruthless!

As Zhou Zhanlong's palm came hurtling towards him, Xu Fan remained completely unfazed, raising his hand calmly and with a deft, soft motion, met Zhou Zhanlong's slap head on.

Such an act was absolutely the epitome of foolishness, and everyone could not fathom where Xu Fan got the naivety to contend with Zhou Zhanlong.

But this scorn, in the next second, turned into astonishment.

Zhou Zhanlong's invincible palm strike had actually been caught by Xu Fan!

"You!"

His hand clamped tightly by Xu Fan, as solid as if cast from bronze or iron, Zhou Zhanlong now put in all his effort but could not break free.

It was as if in Xu Fan's eyes, he was but a child with no strength to entangle a chicken.

Large beads of sweat seeped incessantly from his forehead; watching the hand that was being squeezed by the other party, the sound of bones cracking emanated, and a fear unlike anything Zhou Zhanlong had ever known gradually spread throughout him.

"Scatter! Scatter!"

If this kept squeezing, Zhou Zhanlong's hand would certainly be ruined, and in a panic, he bellowed out.

Yet Xu Fan still wore a smile, seemingly deaf to the other's fear.

"Oh? Is it this hand?"

With Zhou Zhanlong's hand caught in his grasp, a cold gleam flashed in Xu Fan's eyes as he sneered, "Even daring to lay hands on my people, in my view, this hand is better off gone."

"Ah!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Zhanlong fell to the ground, screaming like a pig being slaughtered.

He held his right hand in extreme pain, sweat dripping off his face, and by the looks of it, his hand had likely been crippled by Xu Fan!

"This..."

"..."

At this moment, Su Shouzi and Hu Busan couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air, Zhou Zhanlong might not have much brains, but his inner strength was incredibly domineering!

Even with brains, they wouldn't dare to clash with him head-on.

Yet this kid had just twisted off one of his hands?

This...

Looking at the ruthlessness in Xu Fan's eyes at this moment, they both felt a chill running from their spines to the crowns of their heads.

This fellow, feared to be more complex than he seemed.

"You, you fucking dare, dare to..."

Zhou Zhanlong was always belligerent, a man who would rather die than bow his head, and now with his hand twisted off by Xu Fan, he glared at Xu Fan with bloodshot tiger eyes, kneeling on the ground and glaring at him.

The murderous intent in his eyes could devour everything!

"Hmph."

Xu Fan looked at him coldly and let out a light snort, then lifted his foot.

With the might of thunder and wind, he struck right into Zhou Zhanlong's chest!

That kick, with its vicious force, was not any less powerful than the inner strength Zhou Zhanlong had used earlier, and now like a rolling wheel, Zhou Zhanlong was knocked several meters away.

The moaning from his mouth grew even more painful.

Under the fearful gaze of Su Shouzi and Hu Busan, Xu Fan approached Zhou Zhanlong without a hint of pity and placed his foot directly on his face.

"Tell me, what wouldn't I dare to do?"

Being stepped on the face was a great insult, and Zhou Zhanlong, enduring the severe injury to his body, gritted his teeth and tried to lift Xu Fan's foot.

However, the celadon tiles under his head cracked apart, yet they couldn't move Xu Fan's foot in the slightest.

"Hmph, foolish thing."

Looking at Zhou Zhanlong's resentful eyes, Xu Fan let out a cold snort and shouted to He Si at the side, "He Si, come here."

"Eh..."

He Si, still recovering from Zhou Zhanlong's slap, approached Xu Fan while covering his mouth.

Although he had been slapped by Zhou Zhanlong, at this moment, with Xu Fan leaving everyone speechless, a look of pride was on his face, outweighing the pain.

"Master Xu, at your command."

Xu Fan glanced indifferently at Zhou Zhanlong under his foot and said, "Since this guy refuses to accept it, there's no use for him."

"Kill him for me."

"Ah? Ah?"

He Si was shocked and looked at Xu Fan, panic-stricken.

Master Xu, this, isn't this a bit too cruel...

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