In fact, after being slapped by Chen Fan, these two burly gatekeepers were already scared and definitely dared not confront Chen Fan again!
After all, neither of them could even see how Chen Fan had made his move before being knocked down.
With such skill, it was clear he was not to be trifled with, and they didn't want to humiliate themselves!
Although they didn't dare to fight, they still had to curse!
Not only did they have to curse, but they had to curse loudly!
They wanted to alarm all the masters attending the Hundred Sects Banquet in the castle.
That way, they could be saved and not lose their positions!
These two thought it was a beautiful plan.
However, Chen Fan gave them no chance to realize this beautiful dream.
"Useless, you're too loud, get lost!" Chen Fan, extremely impatient, attacked again.
As he finished speaking the few words, he had already knocked out the two burly gatekeepers and reached out to push open the heavy door.
Creak—
The ancient castle's gate was pushed open by Chen Fan.
Before him was not only the vast courtyard of the ancient castle.
In the courtyard, quite a few ninjas, guards, and security personnel who had rushed over were already present.
They had formed a human wall, blocking Chen Fan's path.
This proved that the two gatekeepers had not worked in vain; their earlier shouts had been effective.
"Who are you? How dare you come here to cause trouble!"
There were about forty to fifty people in the courtyard. The leader, a ninja named Satōmachi, sized up Chen Fan and asked with a frown.
"Who I am is not important. What's important is that if you block me from seeing Mitsui Kenji, you cannot bear the consequences." Chen Fan couldn't even be bothered to look at him properly, and after uttering these words, he began to walk forward on his own.
Watching Chen Fan walk towards him, Satōmachi drew the samurai sword at his waist, pointed the tip at the approaching Chen Fan, and began to issue a warning.
"Stop! Don't move from where you are! Halt! Who allowed you to move!"
"I warn you, if you dare to take another step forward, this sword in my hand will cut off your head!"
As the current prodigy of the Kōga ninja clan, Satōmachi's words were not empty threats.
It should be known that within the current Kōga ninja clan, his strength was second only to their senior disciple, Satōsai!
Facing the man blocking his path, Chen Fan could no longer ignore him.
Thus, Chen Fan quickened his pace and said, "Keep this sword to cut off your own head."
Chen Fan said so, and he did the same.
For, before anyone could react, his figure had turned into a blur and he was in front of Satōmachi.
Immediately after, he reached out and grasped the samurai sword held horizontally across Satōmachi's chest.
Then, with a raise of his hand, he caused the blade to quickly flip upwards, and in an instant, it sliced across Satōmachi's neck!
"Get out of the way!"
As Satōmachi's head fell to the ground, Chen Fan, with icy eyes, said to the group of underlings blocking his path, "Otherwise, this will be your fate."
This group of people guarding the premises for Mitsui Kenji, upon seeing Chen Fan's swift, decisive, and unbelievable movements, knew that they absolutely could not afford to provoke this person!
Therefore, after Chen Fan's words fell, a silence descended upon the entire courtyard.
Then, rustle—
Soon, the underlings, who had quickly figured out the situation, immediately parted to the sides, creating a path for Chen Fan!
"Sir, please!"
"Sir, you must be here for the Hundred Sects Banquet, right? Commander Satō and the others were ignorant and disturbed a distinguished guest, so their beheading was deserved..."
"Yes, yes, Commander Satō and the others deserved it. I could tell at a glance that this gentleman's status was extraordinary..."
"..."
Originally, this group of people had rushed over in a hurry to deal with Chen Fan.
But now, they knew that even if all of them combined, they were definitely no match for Chen Fan.
Therefore, they quickly changed their tone, turning their obstruction directly into a welcome.
There was nothing they could do.
With the East Sakura City distribution having been blown up, and the mercenaries most loyal to Mitsui Kenji having been eliminated by Chen Fan,
This hastily assembled security team was merely a mob.
Who could expect a mob to truly accomplish anything?
Chen Fan, naturally, was too lazy to bother with them and continued walking forward.
"Stop! You cannot go in!"
Chen Fan had only taken a few steps forward when an angry voice suddenly came from within the crowd of underlings.
So, Chen Fan stopped and turned his head.
He saw a middle-aged man in a dark blue ninja uniform, carrying a gleaming samurai sword, walk out from the crowd.
"Hey! Commander Saitō, are you trying to court death! Commander Satō just now..." Someone beside him tried to pull him back.
"No need to persuade me, I naturally know I am not this person's opponent."
This man named Saitō waved his hand with a grim expression, "But I am different from you. You are merely hired to guard this place."
"But I am different. Mr. Mitsui is my savior. This life of mine was given by him, so at this moment, I do not mind risking my own life to protect him."
Saitō's words were righteous.
And as his words fell, several more people stood up from the crowd.
"Sir Saitō is correct. My life was also given by Mr. Mitsui. To protect him, what is there to fear even if I lose my life?"
"Sōka, sōka, you are correct! To protect Mr. Mitsui, we will not fear death..."
"..."
Soon, about a third of the people had stood out from the crowd.
They formed a human wall, blocking Chen Fan's path.
"Heh heh, you are courting death yourselves." Seeing these dozen or so people who looked prepared to die, Chen Fan couldn't help but sneer.
At the same time, he began to circulate the true qi within his body, preparing to dispatch these people with a single palm strike, so as to minimize the pain from the demonic core.
However, before Chen Fan could make a move, the ancient castle gate behind these dozen or so people, at the very back of the courtyard, opened.
"All of you, stop!"
With a resonant shout, Mitsui Kenji, with his white hair and youthful face, emerged from the ancient castle, accompanied by a group of people in various attire.
"Your meager skills, and you dare to show off in front of this esteemed guest?"
As Mitsui Kenji walked forward, he shouted loudly, "All of you, stand down! I will personally welcome him!"