When Lin Yun caught sight of the black-clothed elf, he recognised him instantly.
Was this not the very leader of the black-clothed elves who had suddenly attacked the caravan on the road last time? The same one who had flung vicious threats at Lin Yun while fleeing.
“President, that’s the fellow! He ruined our plans last time!” the black-clothed elf said to the silver-haired middle-aged elf beside him.
Then he turned to Lin Yun. “Brat, do you still remember me? I told you that interfering with the Pudo Society would cost you dearly!”
“Of course I remember. I simply didn’t expect you to actually dare come looking for me.” Lin Yun shook his head with a faint amusement.
The silver-haired elf stepped forward, arrogance radiating from him. “A mere Guiyuan-level punk, still talking tough even with death staring you in the face! You dared to meddle in the affairs of my Pudo Society. Today I, the president, have come personally to end you!”
As his words fell, the overwhelming aura of the Wuliang-level realm surged out like a tidal wave, enveloping Lin Yun.
“So you’re the president of the Pudo Society? I don’t wish to take lives. I advise you to take your men and get out of my way,” Lin Yun said calmly.
Even last time, when he had driven off the Pudo Society members on the road to protect that caravan, Lin Yun had only forced them to flee. He had not killed a single one.
Within elven territory, he followed the principle of avoiding bloodshed whenever possible.
He had never expected that, even without taking lives, the Pudo Society would still come seeking revenge.
“Advise me? Ha! What a joke. A Guiyuan-level facing my Wuliang-level dares to act so arrogant instead of kneeling and begging for mercy?” The president burst into laughter.
Because the Pudo Society had delayed him, the City Lord and a large force of troops had now caught up from behind.
Seeing the situation ahead, the City Lord raised a hand, signalling everyone to halt.
“City Lord, President Pudo has blocked the fellow. It looks like the president intends to deal with him personally,” one of the elven commanders behind the City Lord observed.
“The president Pudo is at the Wuliang level. Perfect. Let him test the intruder’s strength first,” the City Lord replied.
The City Lord only knew the target was human. He had no idea of Lin Yun’s true power or how a human had reached elven lands.
Moreover, the City Lord himself was only at the ninth tier of the Guiyuan level, a step below President Pudo. If the president could handle the matter, it would save him considerable trouble.
“Good plan, City Lord,” the commander agreed.
Ahead.
Lin Yun had already sensed the large contingent of elven troops approaching from the rear.
“Get out of my way right now! Don’t block my path!” Lin Yun’s brows knitted as he shouted at President Pudo.
“Hmph, ignorant fool. Still barking when death is at your door. Today I shall tear your Guiyuan-level body into ten thousand pieces!”
“Nether Tyrant Fist!”
Powerful divine sense surged from President Pudo, instantly condensing in the air into an enormous pitch-black fist. The surrounding space twisted under its pressure, wreathed in dark light.
Once fully formed, the black fist howled forward like Mount Tai bearing down, hurtling toward Lin Yun with terrifying speed.
“Silver Moon Seal!”
Divine sense poured from Lin Yun’s sea of consciousness, instantly forming a golden seal that shot forward to meet the oncoming black fist.
Boom!
With a deafening explosion, the ferocious black fist shattered Lin Yun’s golden seal in an instant.
“Hahaha! A mere first-tier Guiyuan-level dares to resist my attack? What a colossal joke. Die!” President Pudo roared with laughter as he watched Lin Yun’s counter vanish.
While he laughed, the black fist continued its relentless advance, carrying devastating might straight at Lin Yun.
“That’s it? You think this can kill me?”
Lin Yun gave a contemptuous smile. Power surged through his right palm. He reached out, caught the black fist with a single slap, then clenched.
Boom!
Amid a heaven-shaking blast, the terrifying force in Lin Yun’s hand crushed the black fist into nothingness, scattering it like dust.
“That fellow… actually crushed President Pudo’s attack with his bare hand?”
From afar, the City Lord and the watching elves stared at Lin Yun’s distant figure, eyes wide with overwhelming shock and disbelief.
