Three knives sealed off all of Chen Fan's escape routes, their assault sudden and unexpected.
The glint of their blades was particularly chilling.
The three knives were exceptionally long and narrow, unmistakably Japanese 'Wako' swords.
The three figures behind them confirmed this, all short in stature with distinct features of Japanese men.
Their attacks were fierce and venomous, aimed directly at Chen Fan's vital points, leaving him with no room to evade.
"Be careful!"
A low shout rang out, from Jiang Tiansheng.
He had climbed into the cargo bed of a truck, his head peeking over the edge, his expression grim.
"Pfft!"
The blade struck Chen Fan squarely.
The indestructible blade light cut through his protective aura and tore his clothes.
"You court death!"
Chen Fan's expression remained unchanged, spitting out two words.
His voice boomed like thunder, and as a terrifying, formless killing intent surged, he stomped his foot. The cement ground cracked, and the entire road trembled violently.
Even Jiang Tiansheng, inside the truck bed, felt the vehicle shake.
The moment the sharp blade light was about to cut into flesh, it suddenly exploded.
The blade edge felt as if it had struck steel, recoiling sharply.
Chen Fan's body seemed to grow several feet taller, transforming into a fearsome beast ready to devour its prey.
With a single step, he was like a Shura descended upon the world.
Under horrified gazes, the three Japanese martial artists suddenly exploded, turning into three clouds of blood mist, leaving nothing behind.
The retreating bald man's expression was one of sheer terror; his body trembled uncontrollably.
Too terrifying!
He dared not linger for even a moment, turning to flee.
But just then, a Japanese sword flew out, traveling dozens of meters, and with a 'pfft' sound, embedded itself into his back.
"This..."
The bald man's body swayed, and amidst the cries of his subordinates, he collapsed to the ground.
He couldn't believe it.
In Jinling, he was considered a big shot, with nearly half the city's businesses paying him tribute.
He had an endless supply of money and women.
But today, he died here.
Chen Fan did not stop. With a wave of his hand, another Japanese sword was in his grasp.
The blade flashed, relentlessly pursuing and slaughtering, reaping lives indiscriminately.
"Wasted!"
In a distant car, Shen Tinghao's face was grim.
Gu Zi'an shivered.
That Mr. Long was too bloodthirsty, still not willing to stop.
He couldn't imagine what would happen if he appeared before Chen Fan at this moment.
Gu Zi'an swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said tremblingly, "Young Master Shen, we... should leave!"
Fearing death most of all, he dared not linger here.
"Wait a moment!" Shen Tinghao said with a darkened face, "I have other arrangements. I came to Jiangbei this time precisely to invite an expert, and now is the perfect time to test his mettle!"
Still an expert?
Gu Zi'an was taken aback and asked, "Where?"
"He's been here all along, but I'm not sure if he'll make a move. Let's wait a little longer. If he still doesn't act, we'll turn back and leave."
Gu Zi'an asked, "Hua Jin?"
Shen Tinghao nodded and looked towards another direction.
On the other side of the road, an old man, who seemed to be watching the commotion, walked onto the road and strode towards Chen Fan.
Chen Fan was still killing. Many of the thugs and ruffians had fled, and only the unlucky ones who were too slow remained.
"Cough!"
A dry cough sounded.
Chen Fan turned his head and looked at the approaching man.
Around sixty years old, of medium build, dressed in a coarse linen robe, he looked like an old farmer.
"Your actions have gone too far, sir," the old man shook his head and said. "Stop now. Killing too many people harms the harmony of the heavens!"
Chen Fan sized up the man, his gaze sharp as he said, "He who kills shall be killed. What does that have to do with the harmony of the heavens?"
"You quibble!" The old man's expression changed.
"Amitabha, Heaven cherishes life. Mr. Chen, your actions are indeed not entirely appropriate!"
From another direction, another person approached. His gray monk's robe was striking. It was the monk Chen Fan had met at the Fish Dragon gathering.
The monk looked at the corpses and scattered limbs on the ground with a compassionate expression.
Chen Fan frowned slightly and said coldly, "Since Heaven cherishes life, why did you not come out to stop me earlier?"
"Because, I am not Mr. Chen's opponent," the monk said with a smile, clasping his hands together. "Mr. Chen, this gentleman is a Hua Jin expert named Xu Zheng, the sect leader of the Liuhe Sect in Jiangnan. His Liuhe Quan is invincible throughout Jiangnan."
"Oh?"
Chen Fan felt a flicker of interest towards the old man.
The monk smiled and said, "He will be your worthy opponent. Why don't you give me your Changchun pot, and I'll lend you a hand!"
So he was also here for treasure. Even a so-called enlightened monk was no different.
"Scram!"
Chen Fan replied with a single word and leaped forward abruptly.
A line of blade light, like lightning splitting the chaos of heaven and earth.
The world seemed to dim for a moment.
Xu Zheng's expression shifted slightly. He raised his hands, and a fearsome aura churned and rotated between his fists.
His palms seemed to encompass the heavens and earth, reaching out in all directions.
But the next instant, his fist intent shattered.
An incredibly terrifying battle intent poured down, carried by the blade.
The monk's face changed. He did not seize the opportunity for a sneak attack but hurriedly retreated.
The blade light stopped abruptly, and Chen Fan turned with his sword.
Without hesitation, the monk turned and fled at full speed, his pace unmatched by a galloping horse, quickly disappearing into the distance.
Bang!
At this moment, Xu Zheng's body plummeted to the ground, a clear blade mark etched on his brow.
"So... so strong!"
Xu Zheng uttered before his body crashed down.
The dignified sect leader of the Liuhe Sect could not even withstand a single move from Chen Fan.
Chen Fan sheathed his sword and scanned his surroundings, his killing intent soaring to the heavens.
"Drive, drive fast!"
In the distant car, Shen Tinghao urged urgently.
Gu Zi'an's spine tingled. He lowered his head, turned the car around, and sped away in the opposite direction.
Watching the car disappear, Chen Fan's gaze was icy, but he did not give chase. He only wanted to return to Hangjiang quickly and find out who had taken Su Yingxue.
As for the mastermind, he didn't even need to think to know who it was.
Dealing with them would be a mere word for him.
Chen Fan dropped his sword and turned to the truck.
Jiang Tiansheng, somewhat clumsily, jumped down from the truck, his face full of respect as he said, "Mr. Chen, you are truly a divine figure."
Having witnessed the battle just now, Chen Fan was now a godlike existence in his heart.
"Ask your subordinates where they are and hurry back to Hangjiang."
Jiang Tiansheng quickly made a call to urge them on. Just then, a car drove over, and it was Jiang Tiansheng's bodyguards.
After telling his subordinate to get out of the car, Jiang Tiansheng pulled open the driver's door, but Chen Fan stopped him.
He decided to drive himself, taking Jiang Tiansheng to bypass this section of the road and head straight for the highway entrance.
Before long, his phone rang. It was Xiang Jingzhu calling.
"Chen Fan, we've found out. It's the Feng family!"
Chen Fan slammed on the brakes, stopping the car on the road.
"The Feng family in Qinzhong, a thousand-year-old royal clan?"
After a long pause, Chen Fan asked.
"Yes." Xiang Jingzhu's tone was also rather subdued, with a hint of annoyance in her voice. "They are quite high-profile this time."
"As for the reason for taking Su Yingxue, it's not very clear. It seems Su Yingxue has some special connection with the Feng family."
"Got it," Chen Fan said indifferently. "There was some trouble in Jinling, and I killed quite a few people. You all handle it."
Xiang Jingzhu was silent for a while, then finally took a deep breath and said, "Chen, can't you be a little less troublesome?"
Her tone was filled with resentment.
Chen Fan hung up the phone directly.
"The Feng family?"
This ancient family had once again surfaced, and this time they had taken Su Yingxue.
Perhaps, it was time to settle those old scores?
His gaze turned cold and stern. He stomped on the accelerator, and the engine roared as he sped towards Hangjiang.