The killing intent solidified into substance, a sharp murderous aura pervading the air, like dark clouds pressing down.
The numerous thugs who lunged forward felt a sharp jolt in their hearts, a sense of foreboding rising within them.
However, due to their sheer numbers, they felt a sense of reliance. After a moment of hesitation, each thug still swung the knives and clubs in their hands, charging ferociously at Chen Fan.
Amidst the biting killing intent, Chen Fan strode forward to meet them.
Swish, swish!
Iron rods rained down.
Yet, as they struck downwards, seemingly aimed at Chen Fan's head and body, they inexplicably hit an invisible barrier.
Then, with immense force rebounding, the iron rods and knives suddenly flew back.
Chen Fan raised his hand and pressed down.
The thug closest to him felt a heavy pressure on his head, his consciousness plunging into darkness. His head had been forcefully pressed into his chest cavity.
Chen Fan didn't even glance at that thug. His palm swept horizontally, like a blade slicing across another thug's throat, smoothly snatching the long saber from his grasp.
Chen Fan, wielding the saber, strode forward. Instantly, saber energy crisscrossed, blood splattered, and wails filled the air!
No one could approach within three meters of him, as if he had transformed into a battlefield of Asuras.
And his indifferent, cold expression was unlike that of a human.
The remaining thugs watched this scene, swallowed hard, their faces turning deathly pale.
Was this still human?
With a single saber strike, saber energy appeared, as seen only in television dramas and novels. One strike had felled more than a dozen thugs. This was no human, but a devilish god of slaughter!
Cutting people was commonplace in their eyes, but Chen Fan's method of using saber energy was utterly beyond their comprehension.
Chen Fan did not pause for a moment, his face cold as he advanced.
Another saber strike flashed.
The thugs who had begun to retreat were like withered grass brushed by a blade, brutally harvested by bloodshed.
Killing was like reaping grass.
The second saber strike flashed, and the thugs retreated, scrambling backward without regard for anything else.
Their weapons could not break through Chen Fan's protective aura, while Chen Fan's casual saber strikes reaped lives. How could they fight?
Even with dozens more of them, amidst their crowded companions, they felt utterly alone and without support.
Further back, the bald man's face turned apprehensive.
Although Gu Zi'an had repeatedly warned him that the opponent was difficult to deal with, this was more than just "difficult to deal with"!
In a Ford F-150 Raptor in the distance, Gu Zi'an was also watching the scene.
He swallowed, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. After a long pause, he turned to the person beside him and rasped, "Young Master Shen?"
Sitting beside him was none other than Shen Tinghao.
The two had left Fangshan together. On the way, Gu Zi'an had revealed Chen Fan's background to Shen Tinghao without reservation. The result was that Shen Tinghao remained determined to take action.
As a top young master from the Shen family in the capital, Shen Tinghao was not a spoiled brat who couldn't take a loss. On the contrary, he was quite cunning.
He also knew that Chen Fan's strength was formidable, having reached the Hua Jin realm.
But he had a great use for the Chang Chun pot and had to obtain it.
Moreover, he was not without his trump cards.
"A Hua Jin master! As expected, not so easy to deal with!" Shen Tinghao sighed softly, his gaze gradually sharpening. "But since I have made my move, how can it be this simple?"
Gu Zi'an's eyes lit up immediately, and he tentatively asked, "Young Master Shen has more experts?"
Shen Tinghao smiled without answering.
"Then these people..." Gu Zi'an looked at the bald man and his group with a hint of confusion.
"Sacrifices!"
Shen Tinghao said coldly.
"Ah?"
Gu Zi'an couldn't help but exclaim. He considered himself ruthless, but compared to this Young Master Shen, he seemed far inferior.
At the very least, he couldn't bring himself to send so many people to their deaths at once.
"Their existence also serves to confuse Chen Fan and create an opportunity for the true experts to deliver a fatal blow," Shen Tinghao added.
"Young Master Shen's level is indeed more brilliant!" Gu Zi'an flattered.
Shen Tinghao's expression, however, remained grim.
While the two spoke, the thugs continued to retreat, but they still fell in droves.
Chen Fan was like a killing machine, and no one who fell survived.
戾气 and murderous intent poured out like a flood beneath his saber.
Upon learning that Su Yingxue had been abducted, he harbored a monstrous rage.
And these people, so foolishly coming to seek death, delayed him from returning to Hang Jiang. At this moment, he only wished to slaughter everything in sight.
As the saying goes, a dragon has a reverse scale; touch it and it will be enraged.
When a dragon rages, heaven and earth are overturned!
After a swishing saber strike, the thugs were on the verge of collapse. Some had already turned to flee.
They were just hired muscle, not men willing to die for a cause. They couldn't hold on any longer.
Clang, clang, clang...
Suddenly, gunshots rang out.
The bald man, who was reprimanding his collapsing subordinates, was startled.
He looked up, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He saw Chen Fan's saber held horizontally at his side, sparks flying.
And in the direction the saber pointed, a man in a trench coat and sunglasses was firing a gun.
His marksmanship was clearly extremely precise.
But after the man with sunglasses emptied his clip, Chen Fan was still standing, unharmed.
The man with sunglasses was unfamiliar, but his demeanor suggested he was an expert.
He must be a helper sent by Young Master Gu... Before making a move, the bald man Gu Zi'an had guaranteed that there would be experts acting.
The bullets spent, the man with sunglasses tossed aside his gun and quickly drew a second one from under his trench coat.
His movements were swift and decisive, extremely fast.
But in that instant, a sharp glint flashed before his eyes.
A cold gleam like lightning made him terrified.
Unable to dodge, he felt a sharp pain in his brow.
The saber that had been in Chen Fan's hand had pierced his forehead.
The distance between them was about twenty meters.
How could it be so fast?
The only thought that flashed through the mind of the man with sunglasses was that... this distance, most suitable for shooting, was not necessarily safe. Guns might not be able to contend with sabers.
Chen Fan, having thrown the saber to kill the gunman, stepped forward to attack with no change in his expression.
"I don't want to die, ahhh..."
"Too terrifying, is this still human?"
"I quit, I don't want to die, no amount of money is worth this!"
The numerous thugs fled, crying out in ghostly lamentation.
But Chen Fan did not intend to stop. His footsteps on the ground sounded like a drumbeat. Although he no longer held a saber, he was even more terrifying.
His inner energy flowed, and to touch it meant death.
The bald man watched, his heart pounding. He couldn't help but retreat, maintaining a safer distance.
But Chen Fan had already spotted him and suddenly accelerated.
Figures fell or were sent flying. Those who had been lively moments ago were now a puddle of mud.
The bald man felt the fear of death. Surrounded by his capable subordinates, he continued to retreat.
But the distance between him and Chen Fan was shrinking, the aura of death enveloped him, and fear surged into his heart.
At this very moment, Chen Fan suddenly stopped and abruptly turned around.
A cold light flashed. Three sabers, appearing from different angles, shone like a streak of white rainbow in the sky, complementing each other, descending with no blind spots.
On the saber edges, inch-long blade light was incomparably sharp, invincible!
An ancient martial arts expert had made a move!