63: With your looks, you think you can serve me?

Lancelot was silent.

Of course, he had seen it.

Although that finger strike just now was simple, the condensed Qi and blood within it, and the precision of power control, had reached an astonishing level.

This was definitely not something an ordinary Martial Ancestor could possess!

"Lin Fan," Lancelot slowly began, "you are indeed very strong."

"But do you think The Sanctuary only has this much foundation?"

He reached into his 懷 and pulled out a silver-white cross pendant.

The surface of the pendant was covered with dense, ancient runes.

"Forbidden Art of The Sanctuary! Angel's Descent!"

Lancelot bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of vital blood onto the cross!

Buzz!!!

The cross erupted with dazzling Holy Light!

Within the light, a pair of ethereal, pure white wings faintly unfurled behind Lancelot!

His aura began to surge wildly!

Peak Martial Ancestor... Half-step Martial King... Threshold of Martial King!!!

"Burning life force for temporary power?"

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, "Why does your Sanctuary only have these self-mutilating moves?"

"However..."

His eyes lit up.

"This makes it a little more interesting."

"Otherwise, fighting would be too boring."

[Ding! Lancelot used a forbidden art, but the Host was not afraid, instead becoming excited. prestige value +1500!]

[Current prestige value: 44570 points!]

...The light gradually dispersed.

Lancelot floated in mid-air, the pair of ethereal white wings behind him slowly flapping, scattering specks of light dust.

His pupils had completely turned pure silver-white, his hair moved without wind, and a sacred and majestic aura enveloped him.

Half-step Martial King!

Although it was only temporary, at this moment, he had truly touched the threshold of a Martial King!

"Lin Fan," Lancelot's voice became ethereal, as if echoing, "to force me to use this move, you can be proud of yourself."

"Now, kneel and repent."

"I can let you... die a quick death."

"Pfft~" Lin Fan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Seriously, are all you people from The Sanctuary graduates of the same training class?"

"Can't you change your lines? I'm tired of hearing them."

He rubbed his teary eyes from laughing and looked at Lancelot:

"How about this, I'll give you a chance."

"You kneel down now, call me 'Daddy,' and hand over all your valuables."

"I can consider..."

Lin Fan paused, then grinned:

"Letting you die a quick death."

"You!!!" Lancelot's ethereal voice instantly broke, his killing intent boiling!

"You're courting death!!!"

His wings flapped, and he transformed into a silver stream of light, instantly appearing above Lin Fan's head!

The greatsword was raised high, and Holy Light gathered!

"Forbidden Art of The Sanctuary! Sword of Judgment!!!"

Boom!!!

A terrifying pillar of Holy Light, over ten meters in diameter, descended from the sky, fiercely striking towards Lin Fan!

This strike had truly touched the power of a Martial King-level!

Wherever the sword pillar passed, space trembled, the ground cracked, and several Ruin Beasts nearby were even purified into ashes by the aftershocks of the Holy Light!

"God Fan!!!"

Within the hidden Formation, Wang Xiaoming and the others exclaimed in shock.

Su Muyu and Qin Yue's expressions also changed drastically, instinctively wanting to rush out.

But the next moment.

They stopped.

Because Lin Fan... raised his head.

Looking at the world-destroying pillar of Holy Light, not only did he not dodge, but he... extended his right hand.

His five fingers spread open.

Towards the crashing sword pillar.

Gently.

He clenched his hand.

"Great Desolation Heaven Imprisoning Finger..."

"First Finger..."

"Imprison Heaven."

Buzz!!!

Time, as if, stood still at this moment.

The world-destroying pillar of Holy Light stopped abruptly... less than three meters above Lin Fan's head.

As if being firmly grasped by an invisible giant hand!

The sword pillar trembled wildly, Holy Light splashed everywhere, but it couldn't descend a single inch further!

Lancelot's pupils contracted sharply!

He felt that his connection with the Sword of Judgment... had been severed!

No!

Not severed!

It was that space... that had been "imprisoned"!

Along with his sword pillar, it was imprisoned there!

"This... what kind of Martial Skill is this?!"

Carl exclaimed, his glasses slipping to the tip of his nose.

Elena covered her face, her eyes filled with horror.

"Shatter."

Crack!!!

Dense cracks appeared on the surface of the Holy Light sword pillar!

Then.

Rumble!!!

Like glass, it shattered into countless specks of light!

The backlash hit, Lancelot spurted a mouthful of blood, the ethereal wings behind him instantly dimmed, and he fell from mid-air!

"Lord!"

Carl and Elena rushed forward to catch him.

Lancelot's face was as pale as paper, and his aura was extremely weak.

The backlash from the forbidden art, coupled with his Martial Skill being broken, had left him severely injured.

"Is that all?"

Lin Fan shook his hand, as if dusting off a little dirt.

He walked in front of the three, looking down at them.

"Half-step Martial King?"

"Forbidden art?"

"Sword of Judgment?"

Lin Fan sneered:

"Flashy but useless."

He raised his foot and stepped on Lancelot's chest.

"Now, tell me."

"What exactly is The Sanctuary?"

[Ding! One finger breaks a forbidden art, stepping on a Templar Knight Commander. prestige value +5000!]

[Ding! Asking "What exactly is The Sanctuary?" is incomparably domineering. prestige value +3000!]

[Current prestige value: 52570 points!]

...Lancelot was trampled under Lin Fan's foot, the sharp pain in his chest was less than a thousandth of the humiliation in his heart.

Who was he?

Commander of The Third Knight Order of The Sanctuary, the number one Genius of The Sanctuary under twenty, destined to become a Templar Knight Commander in the future!

But now... he was being trampled on the ground like a dog by an Eastern youth!

"Lin Fan... The Sanctuary... will not let you go..." He said in a hoarse voice, his eyes filled with venom.

"Oh." Lin Fan nodded, pressing down with his foot.

Crack!

The sound of ribs breaking was clearly audible.

Lancelot groaned, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"I'm tired of hearing that too." Lin Fan picked at his ear, "Can't you come up with something new?"

He looked at Carl and Elena, who were trembling beside him.

"What about you two? Any last words?"

Carl adjusted his glasses, forcing himself to calm down: "Lin Fan, if you kill him, you will be an enemy of the entire Sanctuary."

"The Sanctuary has twelve Knight Commanders, each a Martial King, and the Grand Knight Commander is a Peak Martial King..."

"So?" Lin Fan interrupted, "Are you threatening me?"

"I..." Carl was speechless.

"It seems so." Lin Fan nodded, then raised his hand.

Pfft!

A Sword Qi pierced through Carl's glabella.

The Templar Knight's strategist's pupils behind his glasses instantly dilated, and his body slumped softly.

"I don't like being threatened." Lin Fan flicked his finger, looking at the last remaining Elena.

Elena trembled all over, instinctively backing away.

"You... don't come over..."

"Weren't you quite fierce just now?" Lin Fan tilted his head, "Why are you scared now?"

He walked up to Elena, pinched her chin, forcing her to look up.

"You look decent enough." Lin Fan commented, "Too bad your heart is black."

"I... I can serve you..." Elena stammered, "I am the niece of the Grand Archbishop of The Sanctuary, I know many secrets of The Sanctuary... I can..."

Slap!

Another slap!

Elena's other cheek also swelled up, turning her into a complete pig's head.

"With your looks, you want to serve me?" Lin Fan disdainfully waved his hand, "Are you worthy?"