Chapter 650: Arriving in the Territory of the Light Clan

The faces of the several Light Clan powerhouses darkened. They were extremely displeased with the sudden appearance of Lin Fan and his group.

Meddlers don't live long.

"You're courting death!"

One of the men roared angrily, throwing a punch covered in white light. In the past, Lin Fan would have described this as the presence of light, a power capable of protecting anyone.

But now, he found that this light was no longer as pure as he had imagined.

"What?"

The man was shocked. His fist landed on Lin Fan, expecting to punch straight through him. However, a scene that astonished him unfolded. The punch landed without any effect. The force was completely absorbed, as if nothing had happened.

"As I expected… or rather, as it should be." Lin Fan fell into deep thought. It wasn't what he had envisioned, not what he wanted to see.

His words, muttered to himself, confused the Light Clan members. They didn't quite understand, sensing something inexplicable.

But since the intruder dared to interfere with the Light Clan's affairs, they couldn't tolerate it.

"Do you realize your actions will bring devastating consequences upon you?" The man glared at Lin Fan. No matter who he was, even a peak powerhouse, it wouldn't matter.

The Light Clan was the strongest.

Lin Fan looked at them calmly, his expression placid, without any fluctuation. But if Old Zhang were to see Lin Fan's expression, he would sense the turmoil within.

He knew Lin Fan was disappointed.

And deeply saddened.

"You have disappointed me. You are not what I expected," Lin Fan said slowly, then raised his hand, defeating them one by one with a single strike for each.

At this moment, Chen Luo, witnessing the scene before him, was utterly stunned. He hadn't expected the lifeline he'd encountered to be so formidable. Hope, it seemed, had truly arrived.

He came before Lin Fan, expressing his gratitude: "Thank you…"

Lin Fan looked at them apologetically. "I'm sorry. Because of me, you've suffered this disaster. I deeply regret it."

Chen Luo was slightly taken aback, not understanding what Lin Fan meant. His thoughts were a jumble. He hadn't grasped the meaning.

"Dragon God, Old Zhang, let's go. There's where I truly need to be, at least for now. I didn't expect such a thing to happen," Lin Fan said.

Old Zhang asked, "Where to?"

Lin Fan replied, "The place where light is transmitted. It's no longer the place I held in my heart."

"Mm, I understand," Old Zhang said.

The Dragon God stared blankly at them, utterly bewildered. Honestly, he hadn't understood a word of what was said. He felt like these two were toying with his intelligence.

Leaving aside everything else, just the words they'd spoken, who could understand?

In any case, the Dragon God didn't understand the conversation between Lin Fan and Old Zhang. Perhaps this was the reason why he couldn't penetrate their inner circle.

He yearned to integrate, but was given no opportunity.

The Evil Chicken and Ginseng exchanged glances. Confusion clouded the hen's eyes. Ginseng stroked the hen's head, smiling. Though he didn't speak, the meaning was clear: Just be a good chicken. The rest isn't your concern.

Seeing Ginseng's infuriating smirk, the hen secretly vowed: One day, upon reaching the peak of power, he would stew Ginseng into chicken soup.

But for now, he understood his situation profoundly.

An undercover agent!

A powerless, undignified undercover agent, who could only live humbly.

"Thank you, benefactor, for your compassion. What's done is done. Being able to ensure the continuation of our bloodline is enough," Chen Luo said, also not understanding Lin Fan's meaning. He could only offer polite words to keep the conversation flowing.

He truly was content.

Lin Fan, preoccupied with his thoughts, didn't want to continue the conversation. After a few brief words, he left with the Dragon God and the others, along with the captured Light Clan beings.

Chen Luo watched their departing figures, muttering, "Benefactor… I haven't repaid you yet."

But it was already too late.

Old Zhang couldn't help but ask, "Lin Fan, are you in a bad mood?"

The Dragon God pricked up his ears, listening intently.

Indeed, he noticed the gravity in Lin Fan's expression. He'd seen it from the beginning.

Lin Fan replied, "Mm, I'm not in a good mood."

"Is it because of them?" Old Zhang glared angrily at the group who resembled lifeless dogs. They didn't even know Lin Fan, yet they'd managed to upset him.

Truly detestable. He wanted to stick them with needles.

No, wait, sticking them with needles would be healing them. How could he do that? It would be better to refuse to treat them even if they begged for it. That would be the right thing to do.

Lin Fan said, "It's not entirely because of them. It's more than that. I want to know if what I'm thinking is true."

The Dragon God pondered. Hearing this, he realized that the situation might be truly complex. And it was related to Lin Fan.

Of course, he didn't know when Lin Fan had become involved with this world, but there was definitely a connection.

Recalling Lin Fan's words… the power of light? What was that all about?

The captured Light Clan members, their faces pale, seethed with anger. They were the Light Clan, the most supreme race, the most powerful existence. Yet now, they were being humiliated like this.

They gnashed their teeth, wishing they could devour their captors.

"Release us, you lowly-blooded creatures! Do you know who we are? How dare you treat us like this!"

Their hearts were filled with resentment. But what could they do? They were like fish on a chopping block, at the mercy of others. They could only shout and scream to make themselves feel slightly better.

Ginseng waved his tendrils, slapping their heads repeatedly.

"Behave yourselves! In your current state, what's the point of shouting?"

Ginseng never showed any respect to these fools. They were like idiots.

The Evil Chicken sighed inwardly, respecting them as brave warriors. Even at this point, they dared to defy Lin Fan. Hadn't they noticed the seriousness in his expression?

Someone with such a friendly disposition had become so serious. It must have been because they'd provoked him beyond measure.

Anyone with a bit of sense wouldn't be so arrogant. This was a classic case of jumping into a fire, completely oblivious.

If he were them, he would have been completely obedient, never daring to act recklessly.

After being slapped so brazenly by Ginseng, the Light Clan members turned their heads and glared, filled with rage, as if they wanted to devour him.

Their glares, to Ginseng, were nothing more than the impotent fury of the defeated. Utterly useless.

Soon, they arrived at the star region where the Light Clan resided.

This place was different from the outside. A warm light enveloped it.

But this light also felt sharp, as if it could cut through anything.

"It really has changed," Lin Fan muttered.

The Light Clan captives, realizing they were being brought to their territory, were overjoyed.

Good, you've come looking for death. Don't blame us.