Chapter 433

This was the first time Lin Fan had unleashed the full power of the Heaven's Will Four Symbols Art. With his Land Immortal cultivation base combined with the might of heaven and earth, it was as if a mortal had offended the heavens, provoking divine wrath and bringing down a world-destroying lightning tribulation.

"Kill!"

Lin Fan directly activated his lightness skill and charged toward the Mongol army. The phantom of the Thunder God enveloped him, and wherever he passed, only charred earth and black ash remained.

After a cup of tea's time of slaughter, a massive gap had been carved into the Mongol army's formation. Unable to control their inner terror any longer, they began to scatter and flee.

"Retreat, retreat!"

Kublai Khan was nearly scared out of his wits. He hurriedly shouted for a retreat and took the lead in fleeing. However, the Mongol army didn't even need him to shout; they had already begun to scatter in every direction.

The sight of hundreds of thousands of troops fleeing in disarray was truly shocking, but the outcome was not so pleasant. Beyond the tens of thousands Lin Fan had killed, nearly a hundred thousand more died simply from being trampled or killing each other while blocking the path.

In the end, fewer than one hundred thousand of the three hundred thousand troops successfully escaped. Moreover, those who remained were completely broken in spirit; from this day forward, they would never again be able to serve as soldiers on the battlefield. Furthermore, whenever there was a thunderstorm, they would tremble and kneel to kowtow, begging the heavens for forgiveness.

This was largely because Lin Fan had no intention of pursuing them. Otherwise, with his lightness skill, not a single one of those three hundred thousand troops would have escaped!

This was the might of the peerless Land Immortal realm of the current age. Of course, not every Land Immortal could achieve such a feat.

If Lin Fan did not have the Heaven's Will Four Symbols Art and relied solely on sword Qi to kill his enemies, he could have slaughtered these three hundred thousand soldiers, but it would have exhausted him to death.

From this, one can see how important it is to possess a large-scale divine art.

Take the Cold Frost Six Arts of Nie Feng's family, for example; a forty-meter blade is shocking enough, right?

But the Heaven's Will Four Symbols Art manifests a body of a hundred zhang—that is, three hundred and thirty-three meters—which is a full eight times the size of the Cold Frost Six Arts.

Moreover, the area covered by the blade is far inferior to the range covered by a hundred-zhang body.

Therefore, even other Land Immortals could not reach Lin Fan's level; not even Zhang Sanfeng or Pang Ban could do it.

"Big Brother Lin, you are too amazing!"

Shen Bijun tapped her toes, flew into Lin Fan's arms, and looked at him with eyes full of adoration.

"Hahaha, it's not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning!"

Lin Fan waved his hand dismissively. What was this? It was merely mowing the grass in 'Musou' mode.

"Big Brother Lin, being overly humble is hypocrisy, you know. I don't want to ride a horse anymore; can the three of us ride one together?"

Shen Bijun looked up, seeking Lin Fan's opinion.

"Very well, let's go!"

Lin Fan sent the Claw Yellow Flying Lightning back to his small world, then, holding Lv He in his arms with Shen Bijun clinging to his back, he rode the Night Shining Jade Lion toward the Great Qin in the west.

Lin Fan perhaps did not notice that the massive commotion on the grasslands had attracted spies from countless factions, or perhaps he did notice but didn't take it to heart. Regardless, the name 'Master Tianji' would from this moment on be truly renowned throughout the world.

Later generations recorded: The Mongols led three hundred thousand troops to launch a surprise attack on Xiangyang, encountering Master Tianji Lin Fan by chance on the way. To prevent the intelligence from leaking, they attempted to kill him to silence him, but they did not expect Master Tianji to summon a hundred-zhang Thunder God phantom, invoking the might of heaven and earth to slaughter over a hundred thousand armored soldiers. The rest were unable to resist and fled, with about a hundred thousand dying from trampling and mutual slaughter. The nearly one hundred thousand survivors were so terrified by this battle that they lived in constant fear, and from then on, the Mongol Empire went into decline. Upon hearing the sudden news of the disaster, the Great Khan Genghis Khan passed away on the spot.

Of course, this is a later story that Lin Fan did not know about; he was currently continuing his journey toward the Great Qin with Shen Bijun and Lv He.

To be honest, if the other side hadn't provoked him first, he might not have taken action. Although war brings endless slaughter and suffering, as long as people are alive, there is greed, and with greed comes mutual slaughter—from small-scale martial arts feuds to attacks between factions, and finally to wars between nations. As long as humans are alive, it is unavoidable.

Lin Fan couldn't possibly kill everyone in the world, could he? Therefore, as long as it didn't involve his own affairs, he generally wouldn't interfere.

Although it was Guo Jing guarding Xiangyang City, and Lin Fan had once taught him the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, if he hadn't encountered the Mongol army this time, or if the Mongol army hadn't attacked him, he wouldn't have taken action. As for Guo Jing's future fate, that was his own choice, and he had to be responsible for his own decisions.

So, one could only blame the Mongol army for their bad luck, or rather, their itchy hands; if they hadn't provoked Lin Fan, nothing would have happened.

It wasn't until the sun was setting that Lin Fan brought the two women back to the small world, where Huang Rong and the others had already prepared dinner.

"It seems the vast grasslands have their benefits; Brother Fan didn't bring back any new sisters today!"

Huang Rong teased Lin Fan with a smile.

"The chance of meeting a beauty on the vast grasslands is indeed very low, but we encountered three hundred thousand Mongol troops; that probability isn't any higher than meeting a beauty, is it?"

Shen Bijun said proudly upon hearing this.

"Oh? You actually ran head-on into three hundred thousand Mongol troops? They didn't attack you? Such a large army moving out must have had a military objective, right? To maintain secrecy, they shouldn't have let anyone they encountered on the way go!"

Huang Rong frowned upon hearing this. It was impossible for the Mongol army not to have attacked Lin Fan and the others. Could it be that Lin Fan had fought his way out with Shen Bijun and Lv He?