Starting Sign-In from a Billionaire God Chapter 1260 - 1259

Following a forceful punch from Lin Fan, the square-faced man's eye sockets ruptured, swelling grotesquely and becoming caked with blood. The sheer power of the blow sent his consciousness reeling, convinced his very soul had been flung apart.

The moment Lin Fan released his grip, the man's body swayed precariously.

Without granting him a moment to recover, Lin Fan launched a swift flying kick, propelling the man backward. With a dull thud, he collapsed like a discarded puppet, limbs twitching, utterly incapable of rising.

Though Lin Fan had not broken his limbs, the man was thoroughly depleted, his inner strength all but extinguished. He lay there, as feeble as a sickly kitten, clearly in need of prolonged meditation to recuperate his Qi.

Lifting his head, the man gazed at Lin Fan, his voice laced with dread as he stammered, "Just who in the blazes are you?"

His intense curiosity momentarily overshadowed his dire predicament.

Yet, Lin Fan remained statue-still, observing him silently, offering no reply.

A heartbeat later, the square-faced man recalled his dire situation and, driven by instinct, attempted to scuttle away, desperate to flee the scene. Escape was his singular focus.

However, the Yun Sect would not afford him such an opportunity!

Yun Zhongzheng, despite his own injuries sustained during the earlier confrontation and subsequent torture by the man, had acted swiftly. Though bloodied, his resolve had hardened, making him formidable.

Struggling to his feet, he retrieved a fallen sword and limped toward the incapacitated assailant.

With a single, decisive stroke, the blade severed the man's left hand at the wrist. Blood sprayed, and the limb was immediately rendered useless.

"Gah!" The square-faced man shrieked in excruciating pain.

Yun Zhongzheng's expression remained grim as he delivered a second, equally brutal slash.

Blood erupted from the man's right hand, crippling that limb as well.

Then came the third and fourth strikes, severing the vital tendons in the man's legs!

In mere moments, the square-faced man was reduced to a broken husk, his limbs destroyed, devoid of any chance of recovery. Yun Zhongzheng, sensing the opponent's weakened state, ensured he was crippled beyond hope.

The fifth slash plunged directly into the square-faced man's Dantian.

"Ahhh!"

A heart-wrenching scream tore from the man's throat. Drenched in cold sweat, his face ashen, the piercing of his Dantian sealed his fate. Unable to withstand the immense agony and shock, his eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness.

Observing this brutal display, the Yun Sect disciples breathed a collective sigh of relief, exhilaration surging through them. The villain was finally subdued!

Simultaneously, a profound sense of gratitude washed over them; they had narrowly averted a catastrophic disaster.

Yun Zhongzheng, choosing not to end the man's life, tossed aside his sword. "Confine him securely," he commanded. "Guard him closely, ensure he doesn't perish. I intend to interrogate him myself later."

The assailant's origins remained a mystery, and Yun Zhongzheng was determined to extract crucial information, thus preventing his premature demise.

Two young disciples approached, hauling the defeated man away like a broken sack of grain.

And so, the great calamity that had befallen the Yun Sect finally drew to a close.

A wave of unadulterated joy swept through the Yun Sect, faces beaming. The feeling of surviving such imminent peril was undeniably intoxicating.

The mother of the rescued child rushed to her grandmother, cradling her child with tears of joy streaming down her face.

With a resonant thud, she knelt before Lin Fan, bowing her head repeatedly in profound gratitude for saving her child.

Lin Fan gently assisted her to her feet. "It was a minor matter, there's no need for such excessive courtesy," he stated.

Hearing Lin Fan dismiss the act as a 'minor matter' left the Yun Sect members utterly stunned. The very man who had possessed the power to annihilate their entire Sect had been defeated with such apparent ease?

It begged the question: just how formidable was Lin Fan?

The Elder who had contemplated challenging Lin Fan moments before now turned deathly pale, the terrifying realization dawning of the dire consequences had he actually dared to provoke him.

"Mr. Lin, our deepest gratitude for your timely intervention. You have truly saved our Yun Clan!" Yun Zhongzheng approached Lin Fan, his voice thick with sincere appreciation.

Lin Fan offered a slight smile. "Sect Leader Yun, shall we now formalize the agreement we previously discussed?"

Yun Zhongzheng responded with haste. "Absolutely. From this moment forward, our Yun Sect shall cease all harassment of Mr. Lin. Indeed, you are our savior. Yun Clan members, heed my command and express your thanks to Mr. Lin!"

Under Yun Zhongzheng's direction, the assembled Yun Sect disciples bowed in unison toward Lin Fan, their voices rising in a single chorus: "Thank you, Mr. Lin!"

Never before had Lin Fan witnessed such a spectacle. He let out a chuckle. "There's truly no need for such elaborate formalities."

At this precise moment, Yun Qingyao joined the others in bowing, though her expression was far more intricate than theirs. She cast a furtive glance at Lin Fan, her cheeks flushing involuntarily, a fiery blush detectable even through her veil.

Grandmother, positioned nearby, observed Lin Fan and then Yun Qingyao, a knowing smile gracing her lips.

With the adversary vanquished, the sect secured, and the treasure intact, Yun Zhongzheng found himself in exceptionally high spirits, his gratitude towards Lin Fan profound. Had it not been for Lin Fan, the Yun Sect would have surely met a tragic end today. While some disciples did fall, the overall outcome was indeed the most favorable.

"Today, we shall host a magnificent banquet to honor Mr. Lin with our utmost hospitality; from this day forth, Mr. Lin is a distinguished guest of our Yun Clan!" Yun Zhongzheng declared with authority.

Lin Fan had initially intended to depart, as the affairs of the Yun Sect had reached a resolution and his purpose for visiting was fulfilled.

However, he reconsidered, opting to remain for a meal before his departure.

"After such a strenuous battle, I must admit I am rather peckish, so I shall trouble you for the feast," Lin Fan chuckled, reasoning that since his breakfast was less than satisfying, he might as well enjoy a hearty meal.

Yun Zhongzheng let out a hearty laugh, "Mr. Lin, please, after you!"

Without delay, the Yun Sect commenced the cleanup of the battlefield, followed by the preparation of a grand feast, involving the slaughter of pigs and sheep, all to entertain Lin Fan.

During the banquet, Lin Fan was accorded the honor of sitting beside Yun Zhongzheng at the head table, receiving the highest caliber of hospitality. The Yun Sect had never before hosted a guest of Lin Fan's stature; after all, the day's events were extraordinary, and individuals with Lin Fan's prowess were exceedingly rare.

Lin Fan's decisive victory over the square-faced man solidified Yun Zhongzheng's earlier suspicions, leading him to firmly believe Lin Fan hailed from a Hidden Sect, and moreover, a Super Hidden Sect.

That Lin Fan, so young, had achieved such remarkable power was undeniable proof of his prodigious talent; even within the confines of a Super Hidden Sect, Lin Fan would undoubtedly stand out among the elite!

As Yun Zhongzheng poured wine for Lin Fan, he subtly attempted to probe into Lin Fan's background. Yet, Lin Fan's replies remained consistently evasive, offering no special disclosures.

Recognizing the futility of his inquiries, Yun Zhongzheng eventually relented, though his convictions remained unshaken; he was absolutely certain of Lin Fan's extraordinary origins.

Driven by his own curiosity regarding the Yun Sect's treasure, Lin Fan pondered what could possibly be so valuable that the Yun Sect would prefer annihilation over surrender. Still, setting his curiosity aside, Lin Fan refrained from asking, understanding that certain matters are best left unexplored, particularly within the intricate web of conflicts between Hidden Sects.

Yun Sect disciples eagerly surrounded Lin Fan, offering him wine. Beyond the sect leaders, numerous younger members also approached, seeking to establish a connection with Lin Fan, and soon, Lin Fan found himself acquainted with a significant portion of the Yun Sect's members.

Abruptly, Lin Fan realized Yun Qingyao seemed to have vanished from the gathering.

Just as Lin Fan began to ponder Yun Qingyao's whereabouts, a sudden surge of excitement rippled through the crowd, with all eyes turning towards a specific direction.