2: Undying divine might, fists suppress the villains.

On the altar, all was silent. All the clamor, doubt, and pressure were abruptly cut off by an invisible and majestic force the moment the pillar of Chaos light descended and Lin Fan leisurely stood up.

He stood there, his posture tall and straight like a pine. Although there were no overbearing fluctuations of Qi or spiritual power around him, he naturally exuded an ancient Aura that was as deep as an abyss and as steady as a mountain, impervious to all methods. His eyes calmly swept over the crowd; anyone touched by his gaze, regardless of their cultivation level, couldn't help but feel a chill in their heart, as if they had been glimpsed by a supreme existence.

"You... you..." The muscles on Grand Elder Great Elder's face twitched slightly, and the depths of his eyes were filled with shock and an irrepressible horror. That ancient and vast Aura of Chaos that had just descended was far beyond his understanding, even making a powerful expert at the Late Stage of the Divine Power Realm like him feel a tremor from the depths of his Soul. "What kind of sorcery did you use?!"

"Sorcery?" Lin Fan chuckled. His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears. He moved his wrists, feeling the terrifying power flowing endlessly within him as if he could shatter stars with a single punch, and an unprecedented confidence welled up. "The ancestors have manifested and bestowed an Opportunity, yet the Grand Elder calls it sorcery? Could it be that you think the past ancestors of our Lin Family are all evil spirits?"

His tone was flat, but every word was heart-piercing, directly pinning a label of great disrespect back onto him.

Great Elder's face instantly turned ashen, his beard trembling with rage, yet he was momentarily speechless. That pillar of Chaos light had indeed risen from the core of the altar, faintly harmonizing with the ancestors' Aura, leaving him with no way to refute it.

"Fan'er!" Clan Chief Clan Leader took a step forward and was instantly by Lin Fan's side. He pressed his large hand onto Lin Fan's shoulder, his Divine Thought surging in like a tide, wanting to investigate what exactly had happened to his son. However, his Divine Thought was isolated by a gentle yet incredibly resilient force the moment it touched Lin Fan's body, like a clay ox entering the sea. He could only feel the majestic vitality and power contained within that body, like a hidden dragon in an abyss.

"Good, good, good!" Clan Leader was pleasantly surprised rather than shocked, his tiger-like eyes flashing with brilliant light as he said "good" three times in a row. Although he couldn't determine the specifics, he was certain that his son had not only fully recovered from his injuries but had also undergone a complete transformation and obtained a massive Legacy! "Heaven blesses my son! Heaven blesses my Lin Family!"

He turned his head abruptly, his gaze like lightning as he glared at Great Elder: "Grand Elder, what more do you have to say now? The ancestors have manifested and blessed Fan'er, proving that he is the Divine Son destined by fate! Mention the matter of deposition no more!"

Great Elder's face was so gloomy it could drip water. He had painstakingly planned everything, and just as he was about to succeed, his entire plan was disrupted by this sudden turn of events. He stared fixedly at Lin Fan, seemingly trying to find a flaw in him.

"Hmph! The Clan Chief is mistaken!" Just then, a voice full of hostility and resentment rang out. Behind Great Elder, a young man in a brocade robe with an arrogant expression stepped forward. It was Great Elder's grandson, the "Genius" of the Lin Family's younger generation, Lin Hong.

He pointed at Lin Fan, his face full of disbelief and jealousy: "What ancestors manifesting? I see it clearly; he must have obtained some wicked Legacy from somewhere and is just playing tricks here! The altar is a sacred place of the Family; how can it be desecrated by such power of unknown origin? Lin Fan, if you really have the guts, fight me fair and square! If you can defeat me, I, Lin Hong, will be thoroughly convinced and acknowledge your position as the Divine Son! If you don't dare, then you have a guilty conscience!"

Lin Hong was already at the Middle Stage of the Spiritual Sea Realm, making him a leader among the Lin Family's younger generation. He absolutely did not believe that a piece of trash who was kneeling and spitting blood a moment ago could surpass him in the blink of an eye. He was convinced that Lin Fan had only used some secret technique to temporarily hold up appearances and was actually weak inside.

As soon as these words were spoken, many clansmen supporting the Grand Elder's lineage chimed in.

"Exactly! Whether it's true or false, let's see the real deal in a fight!"

"Brother Lin Hong is right; only actual combat can test everything!"

"Lin Fan, do you dare to accept the challenge?"

Clan Leader frowned and was about to scold them, but he saw Lin Fan lightly raise his hand to stop him.

Lin Fan looked at Lin Hong, his eyes calm and without ripples, as if he were looking at a buffoon. "If you want to fight, then let's fight."

His readiness instead took Lin Hong and the others aback.

"Fan'er, you..." Clan Leader was somewhat worried. Although he sensed the majestic vitality within Lin Fan, his specific combat strength was still unknown. Lin Hong was, after all, at the Middle Stage of the Spiritual Sea Realm, and his combat experience was not weak.

"Father, don't worry." Lin Fan gave him a reassuring look, then turned his gaze to the open space beside the altar. "It's spacious there, is that enough?"

"Enough for you to lie down!" Lin Hong sneered, his body leaping like a great roc toward that open space, his spiritual power surging around him with a fierce Aura.

Lin Fan, however, was unhurried, walking step by step with a steady pace, as if he weren't going to a battle concerning dignity and status, but was merely taking a stroll.

The two stood in the center of the field, the atmosphere instantly becoming tense.

"Lin Fan, I will make you show your true colors!" Lin Hong growled, his spiritual power erupting without reservation. The pressure of the Middle Stage of the Spiritual Sea Realm spread out, making many young disciples nearby turn pale. He stomped his foot, the ground trembling slightly, and his body shot out like an arrow from a bow. On his right fist, blazing fire-attribute spiritual power condensed, turning into a savage flaming lion head that roared as it smashed directly toward Lin Fan's face!

"It's the Low Grade Profound Rank Cultivation Technique, Blazing Lion Punch!"

"Brother Lin Hong is using a killing move right from the start; he's really going for a heavy blow!"

"That Lin Fan probably won't even be able to take one punch—" Before the cries of alarm had even faded, the Blazing Lion Punch, capable of shattering refined iron, had already arrived before Lin Fan's eyes, carrying a terrifying heatwave.

Facing this fierce strike, Lin Fan didn't dodge or avoid it, nor did he make any defensive moves; he simply stood there quietly.

"Courting death!" A flash of ruthlessness appeared in Lin Hong's eyes as his punch became even more forceful.

"Boom!" The burning fist smashed solidly against Lin Fan's chest!

The expected scene of broken bones and spitting blood while flying backward did not occur. The flames, capable of melting gold and stone, actually seemed to encounter an invisible barrier the moment they touched Lin Fan's clothes, dissipating with a wail. And the fist containing terrifying power hit Lin Fan's chest, but it only produced a dull thud, like hitting leather.

Lin Fan's figure didn't even wobble, nor did he even frown. He looked down at his chest, where his clothes had been scorched with a hole, revealing the jade-like, unharmed skin beneath.

"How is this possible?!" The sneer on Lin Hong's face instantly froze, turning into extreme horror. He felt as if his punch hadn't hit a Physical Body of flesh and blood, but rather an eternal divine mountain! The counter-shock force made his entire arm throb with pain and go numb.

The entire field was deathly silent. Everyone stared with wide eyes, unable to believe what they were seeing. Taking a full-force strike from the Middle Stage of the Spiritual Sea Realm head-on and remaining unharmed?! This was simply a fantasy!

"The power is acceptable," Lin Fan spoke indifferently, as if commenting on something that had nothing to do with him. "Unfortunately, it's all flash and no substance."

He raised his right hand, his five fingers slowly clenching. He didn't use any spiritual power, but purely the most extreme Physical Body strength condensed on his fist. "You should try taking a punch from me as well."

Before his voice had even faded, a simple and direct punch was pushed forward flatly.

There was no sound of wind, no strange phenomena, and one couldn't even feel the fluctuation of power.

But in Lin Hong's perception, it felt as if the entire world was pressing down along with this punch! An extremely lethal sense of crisis instantly enveloped his whole body, making his scalp tingle and his Soul tremble!

"No! Profound Fire Shield!" he roared madly, his spiritual power pouring out frantically to condense into a solid flame shield in front of him. This was the strongest defensive spiritual technique he had mastered.

"Crack!" Lin Fan's fist lightly pressed against the flame shield. That Profound Fire Shield, which could withstand a strike from the Late Stage of the Spiritual Sea Realm, couldn't even hold out for a moment; it shattered into pieces like fragile glass, dissipating into a sky full of flowing fire.

The momentum of the fist did not diminish, striking Lin Hong's arms which were crossed in a defensive block.

"Bang!" The clear, tooth-aching sound of bones cracking rang out.

Lin Hong let out a shrill scream, his arms bending at an eerie angle. His whole body was like it had been hit by a prehistoric beast; his feet left the ground as he was sent flying backward, drawing a parabola in the air while spraying blood. Finally, he smashed heavily onto the ground dozens of meters away, rolling several times before stopping, directly fainting away, his life or death unknown.

"One punch! Just one punch! Without any spiritual power, using only his Physical Body, he had crushed Lin Hong of the Middle Stage of the Spiritual Sea Realm!"

The entire altar square fell into a deathly silence.

A dropped needle could be heard. Everyone seemed to have been hit by a freezing spell, staring blankly at the black-robed youth in the center who had retracted his fist, his expression still calm.

A breeze blew past, fluttering the hair on his forehead and also dispersing the shock and silence that filled the air.

Lin Fan's gaze once again turned toward the pale-faced, slightly trembling Grand Elder Great Elder, and he spoke slowly, his voice clearly echoing in everyone's ears:

"Now, who else thinks that I, Lin Fan, am unworthy of my position?"