194: Crazy Lin Fan

Unfortunately, this time he made the wrong gamble.

When Qin Xuan rushed to the front of the Tai Chi barrier, the light pillar had no intention of stopping.

Bai Chongyue and the others instantly changed their expressions. They didn't blame Qin Xuan; everyone's anger was focused on Zhang Ben Zhide.

"This is Dragon Country, not a place for you to act recklessly! Stop!"

Bai Chongyue roared. He himself could escape, but at least half of the old men behind him would likely die.

However, what he didn't expect was that as soon as he finished speaking, Lin Fan roared loudly, "Mr. Zhang Ben, kill them! Don't mind anyone else, I want them dead!"

A sinister smile appeared on Zhang Ben Zhide's face, and he immediately urged the light pillar towards Qin Xuan and the various family heads.

"Hahaha... The Undead Archmage killed the various patriarchs, and I killed the Undead Archmage. Dragon Country will even reward me! Now, all of you, die!" Zhang Ben Zhide cackled.

"Hmph!"

Just as everyone was in despair, a cold snort suddenly echoed in the air.

"How dare an outsider act so presumptuously in my Capital!"

A gigantic spear descended from the sky, aiming for Zhang Ben Zhide's glabella.

Zhang Ben Zhide's face drastically changed. He raised his hand, and a massive barrier appeared above his head.

"Another sneak attack, but you didn't expect this, did you? I'm not afraid of your attack..."

Zhang Ben Zhide sneered, but before he finished speaking, the massive spear instantly pierced through his barrier.

Crack...

With a crisp sound, the sharp spear tip was less than a centimeter from Zhang Ben Zhide's brow.

Large beads of cold sweat slowly trickled down Zhang Ben Zhide's forehead. He had never faced death so directly before.

"Do you have any last words?"

A voice sounded from the air.

"You... you can't kill me! I am the Second Elder of the Southeast Asia Chinese Gang! If you kill me, you will be at war with the entire Southeast Asia."

Zhang Ben Zhide now only had this one last straw to cling to.

"Chinese Gang? Those guys who forgot their ancestors dare to wage war against my Dragon Country? Die!"

Pfft...

The spear pierced through his head, pinning Zhang Ben Zhide firmly to the ground.

-12,752,900

Over ten million HP instantly bottomed out.

Zhang Ben Zhide's eyes were wide open even in death, unable to comprehend how he had come to befriend the Lin Family, only to end up dead.

At this moment, the Lin Family ruins were eerily silent.

Everyone's gaze fell upon the spear.

Nine lifelike divine dragons were carved upon it.

At the end of the spear, an old man wearing a dragon-head mask stood with his hands behind his back.

Seeing this person, everyone's hearts trembled.

Beast-head mask, Twelve Zodiacs, Zodiac Society.

The true foundation of Dragon Country.

Dragon Lord, the strongest combat power of the Zodiac Society.

"Father!" Lin Fan wailed, "Hong'er and Dong'er were both killed by them! They are the enemies of my Lin Family! How could you kill Mr. Zhang Ben?"

"Unfilial son!"

The Dragon Spear that had pinned Zhang Ben Zhide instantly vanished, reappearing suspended above Lin Fan.

Lin Fan fell to his knees with a thud, "Father, only a few of us are left alive in the Lin Family. Are you going to kill me too?"

"Kill you? I wish I could flay you alive!

Don't think I don't know about the things you've done. How did Eldest Brother and Third Brother die?

How did their descendants die?

A total of forty-one blood relatives, how could you bring yourself to do it?

Today, you even disregarded the laws of Dragon Country, planning to kill all the family heads in the Capital. Even if I can forgive you, can they forgive you?"

The veins on Dragon Lord's wrinkled neck bulged, and the hand holding the spear trembled slightly.

Lin Fan's eyes were filled with madness; at this moment, he seemed to have given up everything.

"If they won't forgive me, then kill them all!

As long as everyone in this courtyard dies, no one will know what happened.

At that time, won't it be whatever we say it is?

These people attacked my Lin Family at night, killed the patriarchs of the various Capital families, and Mr. Zhang Ben fought fiercely against the assassins, dying with them.

Who could question it? You are Dragon Lord, who would dare to question you!"

Lin Fan roared madly.

"Grandpa, what Grandfather said is right! Kill them!"

"Grandfather, kill them! We have many lives on our hands already, a few more won't matter!"

"Grandfather, if they don't die, my Lin Family will be finished!"

The surviving Lin Family members all spoke up, trying to persuade him.

As soon as these words came out, all the outsiders present simultaneously changed their expressions.

No one could guarantee that Dragon Lord wouldn't do such a thing.

After all, the Lin Family was almost wiped out. The Lin Fan in front of him was his biological son, and the remaining few were either his biological grandsons or grandsons-in-law.

Human nature is unpredictable; good and evil are but a single thought away.

In front of an Eight-turn expert, no one could escape.

Dragon Lord's expression changed again and again, his gaze slowly sweeping over Lin Fan and the other Lin Family descendants.

And at this moment, no one noticed that above the Lin Family, a young figure in a silver robe stood in the air.

He held a black and red dagger in his left hand and a bright silver staff in his right.

A song of Cool was already prepared; Lin Ling was ready to righteously destroy his own family at any moment.

In this world, he had no concept of family affection because he had never felt it.

The only thing that could resonate with his bloodline was the Lin Family's assassination attempts on him, which made him feel a burning desire to wipe out the entire Lin Family.

He had no obligation to show filial piety; the only thing he could do for this body was to ensure his own survival.

At this very moment, if Dragon Lord had any intention of favoring Lin Fan and killing people to silence them,

He would mercilessly unleash the Abyssal Forbidden Spell over the Capital.

Just as Lin Ling was staring intently at Dragon Lord below, a soft sigh came from below.

"Sigh..." Two lines of slightly cloudy tears streamed down Dragon Lord's wrinkled face, "Fan'er, you've disappointed me too much."

"Hahaha... Lin Tianlong, I've disappointed you? When have you ever not disappointed me?

You left home when I was six years old. In these eighty years, you've returned less than ten times combined.

You are Dragon Lord, you are an Eight-turn big shot of the Zodiac Society. You are aloof, you don't allow us to reveal your identity.

What about me? What about us? Have we ever benefited from your prestige in the slightest?

Sixty years ago, I wanted to go to high school and asked you to say a word for me. You only needed one phone call, and I could have continued my studies.

But what about you? You said you couldn't use public power for private gain.

Forty years ago, the New Herpes Virus broke out. Who knows how many people died in that great epidemic? My wife only needed one ventilator to live.

I cried and begged you to get me one, but do you remember what you said? You said you had already joined the Zodiac Society and it was inconvenient to interfere with local matters.

Hahaha... Lin Tianlong, Lin Tianlong, I've disappointed you?"

Lin Fan was also shedding tears at this moment, his head thrown back as he roared hysterically.

"Fan'er..."

Dragon Lord's trembling voice sounded.

"Come on, kill me! Lin Tianlong, I'm telling you, I've done far more bad things than you know.

The unsolved case of the Yang Family massacre in Jiangnan Base City twenty years ago, hehehe... I did it.

The attack on the Pakistan merchant caravan outside the Capital fifteen years ago was also my doing.

Ten years ago, when the Dragon Nest's Seven Turns and above experts were all dispatched to attack the Yellow River Secret Realm, America-Alliance launched a surprise attack on the Dragon Science Academy.

I sold them that information.

Come on, kill me! I am a traitor, but all of this was forced by you.

If I didn't steal, if I didn't sell, how could the Lin Family be what it is today?

And you, the great Lord Dragon Lord, have never brought the slightest help to the Lin Family.

The extinction of the Lin Family, you, Lin Tianlong, are the greatest culprit! After you die and meet your ancestors, then go and repent!"

Lin Fan shouted maniacally.

"Presumptuous! Unfilial son!"

Dragon Lord roared and lifted the Dragon Spear, aiming it at Lin Fan.

Thump...

Lin Fan suddenly knelt to the ground.

"Father, I was wrong. Can you forgive me just this once...?"

The 86-year-old Lin Fan suddenly burst into tears.

The Dragon Spear in Dragon Lord's hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"Fan'er, it's too late for everything. Father can't save you either," Dragon Lord murmured.

Lin Fan no longer cursed or cried. He raised his head and looked at his father.

"Before you kill me, can I hug you? Like when I was little," Lin Fan pleaded.

Dragon Lord's body trembled violently, he landed on the ground and slowly opened his arms.

"Father..."

The over 80-year-old Lin Fan cried like a child and threw himself into the embrace of the over 100-year-old Tianlong.

Suddenly.

Pfft...

A dagger precisely stabbed diagonally into Dragon Lord's heart from below.

Dragon Lord's eyes suddenly widened.

"You..."

"Father, don't blame me."