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Chapter 297: Delivering Themselves to the Door
The ancestral land of the Spirit Clan.
Here, towering mountains rose one after another, spiritual energy billowing like mist. It was one of the most renowned blessed lands on the entire Desolate Ancient Continent. Amid the countless peaks and ravines, auspicious beasts could be seen roaming, spiritual birds soaring through the air, with clouds and rosy dawn intertwining in a resplendent display.
High above the firmament, innumerable strands of multicolored radiance cascaded downward like a celestial river pouring from the heavens, enveloping the entire Spirit Clan ancestral land and transforming it into a paradise akin to an immortal realm.
Deep within the hazy clouds lay a vast stretch of majestic palaces, connected one after another. From every single palace emanated an extremely powerful aura, lying dormant yet oppressive.
It was like a sacred land where gods resided, inspiring awe and fear in all who gazed upon it.
For millions of years, the Spirit Clan had flourished without decline. No one had ever dared to cause trouble here, and as time passed, the Spirit Clan's mountain-protecting grand formation had gone unopened for a very long time.
In fact, this was not unique to the Spirit Clan.
Other forces were the same, unless they faced the danger of extermination, their protective formations were generally left inactive. After all, keeping such a formation running at all times came with terrifying consumption. Even a Holy Land would find it hard to bear.
Of course, consumption was only one aspect of the problem. Another was that keeping the formation activated at all times might give outsiders the impression that the mighty Spirit Clan was nothing but a group of timid cowards, fearful for their lives.
On this day, outside the gates of the Spirit Clan's Twenty-First Mountain. Two figures—one tall, one short—shot over from an extremely distant horizon. They were moving at astonishing speed, and even upon reaching the Spirit Clan's gates, there was no sign of them slowing down.
"This is Spirit Clan territory. Halt!"
Just as the two were approaching the mountain gate. Two tall figures from within the Spirit Clan rose into the air on flying swords, blocking the only path ahead.
The cultivation of these two was not high—only at the Spirit Meridian Realm. Their daily duty was merely guarding the gate, something insignificant in the outside world.
But because they themselves were members of the Spirit Clan. That made all the difference.
In the past, no matter who came—even Divine Palace Realm experts—once they saw these two, they would still speak politely and show proper respect, not daring to display the slightest discourtesy.
It was precisely because of this that the two had developed an arrogant, condescending attitude.
"Where did this brat come from? Do you think this is a place where you can run wild?"
The Spirit Clan disciple on the left shot Xiao Fan a sideways glance, then looked at Jiang Taixuan standing beside him.
"Take one more step forward, and no matter who stands behind you, you will die without question."
Setting everything else aside. As a member of the Spirit Clan, his discernment was not bad.
Whether it was Xiao Fan or Jiang Taixuan, both were far stronger than him—so strong that he could not see through their cultivation at all.
However, judging from their positions, it was obvious that Xiao Fan was the one in charge.
If nothing unexpected occurred, this youth was likely a young prodigy from some powerful faction, while Jiang Taixuan behind him was assumed to be his Dao Protector.
After the words fell, seeing that Xiao Fan and the other still did not move, the two Spirit Clan disciples exchanged glances, cold smiles simultaneously appearing at the corners of their mouths.
This was the first time they had encountered people who dared to ignore them so completely.
"The Spirit Clan is not some stray cat or dog—" The Spirit Clan disciple on the left began to speak.
But before he could finish his sentence, the one on the right suddenly stiffened. He stared intently at Xiao Fan's face, scrutinizing it carefully, and his body involuntarily shuddered.
As if he had discovered something utterly terrifying.
"You are… you are…"
"Xiao Fan." Xiao Fan spoke calmly, finishing the last two words for him.
"Between me and the Spirit Clan, let alone the hatred of marrow extraction, just the grudge from your pursuit and attempted killing two years ago is enough for us to be locked in a life-and-death feud!"
The space in front of Xiao Fan blurred.
He took a single step forward—and vanished instantly.
In the next moment, he appeared directly in front of the two Spirit Clan disciples.
"You—!"
The two of them were shocked, eyes wide as they tried to resist.
But the gap between their strength and Xiao Fan's was simply too great—especially in speed. They weren't even on the same level. All they could see was a pair of hands rapidly enlarging in their vision.
In an instant, those hands clamped around their throats.
"We are… Spirit Clan members… you… you dare…!"
The two struggled desperately, but it was completely futile.
Their bodies were much larger than Xiao Fan's, yet in his grip they were like two ants, utterly lacking any power to resist. No matter how violently they struggled, those two palms were like cast steel, unmoving in the slightest.
"Be reborn as something other than a Spirit Clan member in your next life."
Xiao Fan spoke softly.
His five fingers tightened. With a bang, both of them were crushed into a cloud of blood mist.
After casually killing the two, Xiao Fan did not hesitate at all and strode straight into the Spirit Clan mountain gate.
At the very moment he stepped inside, he immediately sensed numerous powerful strands of spiritual sense sweeping over him. That was only what he could perceive—those he could not sense were likely even more numerous.
"Who is it?"
"Who are these two people? How dare they trespass into the Spirit Clan so recklessly?"
"Where are the gate guards? Why was there no report—how did they let these two enter directly?"
"No, that's not right! There's the stench of blood—the gate guards have been killed!"
Exclamations rang out one after another.
Within the Spirit Clan, figures flashed into motion. Countless experts emerged, all appearing in the open. Only now—after someone had already come knocking at their door—did the vast Spirit Clan finally react.
It was like being slapped hard across the face, making every member of the Spirit Clan feel a burning sting on their cheeks.
"It's Xiao Fan!"
An elderly Spirit Clan powerhouse appeared in midair. After carefully sizing Xiao Fan up, his eyes instantly turned cold, boundless killing intent spreading out and nearly freezing the very void.
The moment those words were spoken, many Spirit Clan members froze on the spot.
"He's Xiao Fan?"
Countless people were shocked beyond belief.
For a period of time, the Spirit Clan had dispatched many powerful experts to hunt down Xiao Fan. Yet who could have imagined that in less than two years, Xiao Fan would actually arrive at the Spirit Clan's main stronghold?
Who gave him the courage?
Li Xun?
But even if Li Xun were backing him, it would still depend on the situation.
To swagger straight into the Spirit Clan ancestral land like this—let alone Li Xun—even if a Saint personally came, they would not be able to save Xiao Fan's life!
"Little beast, the path to heaven lies open and you refuse to walk it; hell has no gate, yet you throw yourself in. Today, even if a Saint King comes, you will still fall!" A Spirit Clan expert spoke.
His voice was incomparably cold, shrouding the entire Spirit Clan ancestral land in a grim, murderous aura.
Over the past few years, far too many Spirit Clan powerhouses had fallen at Xiao Fan's hands. Leaving aside the incident in the small world of the Great Strength Divine Demon Sect, just a little over a year ago, the Spirit Clan alone had lost a full five Divine Palace Realm experts!
So many fallen powerhouses—even the Spirit Clan felt a sharp pain from the loss.
It could be said that now, every single member of the Spirit Clan was holding back a breath of rage, itching to tear Xiao Fan into pieces.
And heaven truly had eyes—today, Xiao Fan had actually delivered himself right to their doorstep!
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