Perfect World: I Am Eternal

Chapter 306 Flick of the Finger Shocks the Enemy
"You must be polite to the fairy!"

Suddenly, someone spoke up and casually poured out a glass of wine. With a whoosh, the crystal-clear liquid shot towards Yao Kun like a sharp arrow.

"boom!"

To the astonishment of many, Yao Kun was struck as if by lightning. Not only was he unable to dodge, but his entire body was sent flying backward, crashing into the palace wall.

This scene felt unreal; just a cup of wine, and the new successor of the Demon Dragon Sect was sent flying and severely injured.

Although this person's strength is not as good as the previous Yao Yi, nor as good as the geniuses present, he is, after all, a successor of a sect, so it cannot be said that he is really weak.

Moreover, compared to many disciples of powerful factions, he is still a level above.

As a result, he has now suffered this blow—no, it should be said that he has been greatly underestimated. The person who made the move did so casually, knocking him down with just a glass of wine.

What's going on? Who is this? Judging from their tone, they're from the younger generation.

In an instant, everyone turned their heads, looking in one direction towards the source of the sound, wanting to know who had made the move.

In the southeast, there was a man, brimming with vitality, about eighteen years old, incredibly young, much like everyone else present.

However, it gives people a sense of emptiness, as if it coexists with the Great Dao, and it is difficult to see its true form unless you look carefully.

At this moment, the young man sat cross-legged in front of a jade table, draped in roc feathers, his hair golden, quietly pouring himself a drink, exuding a leisurely air.

"Who is he? Does anyone know him?" someone asked.

"Judging from their appearance, they are from the Golden-Winged Roc clan, perhaps a hidden genius of that clan," another person judged, but was not entirely certain.

However, with so many races in the Three Thousand Provinces, it is not unusual for someone to have deliberately hidden a first generation and only emerge now.

Yao Kun deflected the surge of energy, staggered to his feet, steadied himself, and then looked at the dent in his battle armor, a surge of anger rising within him.

It's clear how much of an impact he suffered; a single glass of wine damaged his armor and sent it flying—it's truly astonishing!

"Fellow Daoist, what are you doing?" Yao Kun said coldly, his face grim. Anyone who could repel his peer like this was absolutely terrifying.

At the same moment, the successor of the Immortal Palace had a deep gaze, his pupils flashing with intimidating runes, as he also assessed and sized up his opponent.

He could do this so easily with just a glass of wine, and so could he, because he was a cut above Yao Kun.

However, the person ignored him, continuing to drink his wine and sipping it without paying him any attention.

"What exactly do you mean? Do you want to be my enemy?" Yao Kun asked again, practically bursting with rage.

Although he was a bit weaker, he was still a renowned successor of the Demon Dragon Dao Sect. To be looked down upon like that was truly embarrassing.

"I can't stand how you act like a dog. You're a dragon by nature, yet you insist on sniffing chicken farts," the man replied.

"Pfft!"

Upon hearing this, some people couldn't help but burst out laughing. The metaphor was indeed... crude, yet perfectly apt.

Qingyi smiled too, her bright eyes and white teeth shining as she looked at the man who had helped her teach the man a lesson. This scene felt strangely familiar.

"You...you've overstepped your bounds!"

Yao Kun's face was gloomy. When had he ever been humiliated like this? If he could see the extent of his opponent's strength, he would have attacked long ago.

"So what if I overstepped my bounds? With a successor like you and such behavior, the Demon Dragon Sect is truly hopeless..." the man said calmly.

Everyone nearby was astonished. Who was this person who was reprimanding someone in such a condescending tone?

Yao Kun's face flushed red, completely enraged. This person was too arrogant, acting like a master despite his young age.

As for the Golden-Winged Roc, it was naturally Lin Fan. He had heard everything clearly. How could he tolerate the other party daring to insult his wife? He definitely had to teach him a lesson.

In fact, he originally just came to join in the fun and gather some information, without intending to take action, but who told some people to be so blind?

He's not exactly a big shot, but he's not exactly small-minded either. The key is to not mess with him, or he'll teach you a lesson.

"Fellow Daoist, you've gone too far. Do you intend to become an enemy of my Demon Dragon Dao Sect?" Yao Kun said, his expression extremely cold.

Normally, as a disciple of the Immortal Dao lineage, he was used to being powerful and aloof, and having finally made a further advancement, he rarely encountered such a thing.

At the same time, he mentioned his own sect as a warning, telling him to watch his words and not cause trouble.

"You are not qualified to call me a fellow Daoist. You are just a little worm, and you don't even understand your own situation. How dare you be so arrogant in front of me?" Lin Fan said without any sarcasm.

In an instant, everyone was stunned. This person was too domineering, showing no respect whatsoever, and was showing contempt for the entire Demon Dragon Dao Sect!

At this point, Yao Kun was extremely indignant. He had been despised, along with his sect. This was truly intolerable.

"Do you think I'm easy to bully?" he growled, unable to hold back any longer, or he would truly become a laughing stock.

"Roar……"

With a roar, symbols intertwined, and a gigantic dragon shadow appeared behind him, ferocious and terrifying.

In an instant, everyone realized they had underestimated him. They hadn't expected him to unleash such divine power; he was no ordinary person.

"Hmm, it's been a long time since I've had dragon meat. You've delivered yourself right to my doorstep." Lin Fan laughed, still calm and collected, not taking the attack to heart.

Then, he stood up, pointed a finger, and a golden beam of light flew out, transforming into a roc that spread its wings and covered the sky.

"puff!"

When the roc arrived, it instantly pinned Yao Kun under its giant claws, causing him to cough up blood and be unable to get up.

The crowd was moved. With just one strike, he had suppressed the incomparably powerful dragon. As expected of the Golden-Winged Roc, he possessed a natural means of restraint.

No wonder there is an ancient legend that the Roc eats dragons every day and is not happy without them, and has extremely high experience in catching them.

"Ah... I refuse to accept this!" Yao Kun roared, transforming into his true form, a purple demonic dragon, shaking its head and wagging its tail, trying to break free.

"Hey!"

As a result, this time the roc squeezed hard with its claws, the claws penetrating deep into the flesh, causing its spine to crack and break inch by inch.

"Ah..." Yao Kun screamed in agony. The pain was excruciating, and he suddenly lost all strength to resist, collapsing to the ground.

"What can you do if you're not happy? Just obediently come into my bowl." Lin Fan said softly, directly suppressing him and stuffing him into a cauldron, as if he really wanted to stew him and eat him.

Seeing this, everyone was stunned and fell silent. They were all dumbfounded. Yao Kun had been captured just like that?
This person is ridiculously arrogant, acting so openly and brazenly. Isn't he afraid of being hunted down by the Demon Dragon Sect?

Even if they come from the Golden-Winged Roc clan, they will probably still face a lot of trouble, since that lineage is notoriously difficult to deal with.

At the same time, a group of people also felt sorry for him. This was the third successor. If he died, the Demon Dragon Sect would really lose face!

At that time, all living beings in the three thousand states will laugh at the fact that the religion has no successors.

Qingyi, on the other hand, stared thoughtfully at the blond man who had stepped forward, a strange light flashing in her beautiful pupils.

"Fellow Daoist, could you spare his life for my sake?"

At that moment, the successor of the Immortal Palace spoke, his expression solemn.

(End of this chapter)