Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

The Qiankun Axe spun in Lin Fan's hand, like a silver galaxy, spinning endless power in the hall.

The whirlwind formed by the axe was like the oldest spell between heaven and earth, sucking the war dragon into it.

The war dragon was entangled by this force in the air, its body swaying, unable to lock onto the target and launch an accurate attack.

"Go to hell!" Lin Fan shouted, his voice full of determination and strength.

He saw the moment when the war dragon lost its balance in the air and immediately used the first move of the Star Slash - Infinite Axe Shadow!

Lin Fan swung the axe at an unimaginable speed. The axe shadows overlapped rapidly like phantoms. Each axe light contained the power to destroy everything and attacked the war dragon.

The war dragon in the air tried to resist, but facing Lin Fan's storm-like attack, he found that he had no idea where to start.

Lin Fan's Qiankun Axe collided with Zhanlong's giant axe, making a deafening roar.

A huge force erupted at the moment of collision, like the collision of two stars, shining brightly and shaking the entire hall.

After this attack, Lin Fan did not move, but left two deep footprints under his feet, indicating that he had endured a huge recoil force.

The war dragon was blown ten feet away like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground, looking in a miserable state.

He tried to steady himself, but he could clearly feel how strong Lin Fan was, and a sense of fear rose in his heart involuntarily.

At this moment, everyone in the hall was shocked.

When the members of the Fang family saw Lin Fan fighting against the War Dragon on his own, the fire of hope in their hearts was rekindled.

Zhan Long's brothers, on the other hand, had solemn expressions on their faces. They realized that the leader of the Qingyun Sect in front of them was not someone they could underestimate.

Lin Fan's figure was like an unshakable mountain. Holding the Qiankun Axe in his hand, the powerful aura emanating from him was like the silence before a strong wind, oppressing people to the point of almost suffocating them.

He walked slowly towards the war dragon, and every step seemed to leave deep marks on the floor of the hall, symbolizing his firm will and irresistible power.

Zhan Long barely stood up, his eyes filled with complicated emotions as he stared straight at Lin Fan, trying to find a glimmer of possibility of victory over this opponent.

However, after a fierce battle, he already knew that he was no match for Lin Fan.

This realization was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, challenging his self-esteem and pride like never before.

"I advise you not to interfere in the feud between the Zhan family and the Fang family!"

Zhan Long's voice sounded coldly, trying to stop Lin Fan's actions with his final majesty.

But in Lin Fan's view, such a warning was nothing more than a powerless struggle.

"Fang Yutian is a disciple of Qingyun, and I am the head of Qingyun!"

Lin Fan's answer was firm and clear, and his words were full of unquestionable determination.

He has decided to take care of this matter, and he must see it through to the end.

Lin Fan saw that Zhan Long wanted to say something, but he no longer wanted to have any verbal communication with Zhan Long.

All that remained in his heart was the determination to end it all.

So, he used the most powerful move in Star Slash without hesitation - the collapse of heaven and earth!

When Lin Fan swung the Qiankun Axe, it seemed to be able to tear the sky apart, split the earth, and attacked the war dragon with the force of destroying the world.

Zhan Long had no choice but to swing the giant axe in his hand to block, but facing the terrifying power of Lin Fan's move, his resistance seemed so insignificant.

Amid the huge roar, the power of the Qiankun Axe seemed to destroy everything, and the resistance of the War Dragon seemed so pale and powerless in the face of this force.

Zhan Long, who was once regarded as an undefeated warrior in the hall of the City Lord's Mansion of Yunxiao City, was now knocked to the ground by Lin Fan in one move. In the flying dust, his figure looked particularly embarrassed.

In his hand he still tightly grasped the giant axe that symbolized the majesty of the Zhan family, but at this moment, the axe seemed to have become a burden in his struggle.

Zhan Long's voice echoed in the hall, his roar was filled with endless anger and unwillingness: "Zhan Hu, Zhan Xiong, Zhan Ying, what are you doing!"

His eyes were as sharp as torches as he glared at the three brothers who were still standing on the periphery, as if he wanted to wake them up with this roar.

Zhan Hu responded blankly: "Brother, let's guard here and don't let the Fang family escape!"

His voice was hesitant and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Obviously, in this sudden change, the three of them have not yet fully recovered from the shock of Zhan Long being knocked down.

Zhan Long was so angry that he almost laughed out loud. He secretly sighed in his heart: "Zhan Hu, you are such a fucking tiger."

His heart was filled with irony and helplessness.

He was already on the brink of life and death, but Zhanhu was still thinking about guarding the door. This situation made him feel both sad and absurd.

"Brother, the War Eagle was about to go up just now, but I stopped him because I was afraid it would affect your reputation!"

Zhan Hu's explanation made Zhan Long laugh and cry. Their consideration of "reputation" seemed so inappropriate at this critical moment of life and death.

Zhan Long was furious. He was extremely angry at Zhan Hu's stupidity: "What the hell is reputation? Kill Lin Fan first!"

His shouts revealed despair and roars. At this moment, he no longer cared about any so-called reputation or face. He just wanted to defeat the enemy in front of him at all costs.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the hall was extremely solemn. Zhan Long's order was like the beating of a war drum.

As soon as Zhan Long finished speaking, the three brothers Zhan Hu, Zhan Xiong and Zhan Ying attacked Lin Fan like tigers descending from the mountains.

Their movements were coordinated, revealing years of fighting tacit understanding, and each blow contained great power and determination.

Although Zhan Ying is the youngest, his cultivation has reached the peak of the Golden Core realm. Every attack he makes is extremely fierce, like a storm, making it impossible to defend against.

As the leader among the brothers, Zhan Hu's cultivation is not inferior to Zhan Long in any way, and is even better in some aspects.

The last war bear, although its cultivation was relatively weak, had also reached the early stage of the Golden Core. He was powerful and his attacks were steady and powerful.

Facing the joint attack of the three brothers of the Zhan family, Lin Fan did not show the slightest panic.

He knew in his heart that it would be difficult to win by head-on confrontation alone, so he used a trick called Phantom Trace, and the Qiankun Axe instantly turned into countless phantoms, dazzling everyone present and making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

At this moment, War Eagle, relying on his keen intuition, swung the sword in his hand and accurately hit one of the axe shadows.

With a metallic roar, countless phantoms suddenly disappeared, leaving only Lin Fan alone, standing quietly in the middle of the hall, facing the three brothers Zhan Hu, Zhan Xiong, and Zhan Ying.

This scene shocked everyone present.