The bandits rushing down saw Chen Fan and, without a second thought, opened fire.
However, Chen Fan’s figure was like a phantom, and he leaped onto the guardrail in a flash.
The leader roared, “Shoot him! Turn him into a sieve!”
*Da da da*, tongues of fire spewed forth.
Gun after gun aimed at Chen Fan, firing wildly.
Yet, Chen Fan’s figure flickered again, and he was beneath the guardrail once more.
The hail of bullets, like pouring rain, all missed.
“Throw grenades into the lake below the bridge! Kill him!”
The leader, Brother Gun, roared and charged to the side.
He just peeked down when his body suddenly trembled.
A bloody hole appeared in his brow, and he plummeted straight into the lake.
“Boss, boss?”
The bandits beside him were stunned.
With a *poof*, another bandit’s chest exploded. Looking down, he saw a large hole in his chest.
“There’s… still…”
This man uttered a sound of unwillingness and collapsed to the ground.
Some bandits rushed to the edge of the bridge, firing down into the water, while others descended into chaos.
Bullets *puk-puk* struck the water, splashing countless droplets, but Chen Fan’s figure was nowhere to be seen.
“Over there!”
Someone spotted a figure appearing on the other side of the bridge and screamed.
However, a cold glint, like a string of death, rapidly approached in their eyes.
Chen Fan’s figure, as if emerging from a slaughterhouse, entered the crowd in an instant.
Hand moved, sword fell, like cutting through melons and vegetables, he killed several people in a blink of an eye.
Some hastily turned, not caring about their companions, and fired wildly.
They missed Chen Fan but mowed down their own comrades, turning them into sieves.
“Damn it, is he even human?”
“Didn’t they say he was seriously injured?”
“Oh my god, I don’t want to die!”
Someone raised their gun and fled back the way they came in sheer terror.
“Kill him! If we don’t kill him, none of us will survive…”
A leader with bloodshot eyes let out a hysterical roar, but his words were cut short as a sword light pierced his throat.
On this bridge, with so many people packed together, firearms played a minimal role.
More and more people broke down and turned to flee.
Blood stained the bridge, and under the lamplight, this thousand-year-old ancient bridge transformed into a hellish battlefield.
On the bank.
Yuan Liangping watched the distant bridge, his eyelids twitching violently, his eyes filled with terror.
He could see a devil-like figure reaping lives!
That figure was precisely Chen Fan, whom he dreamed of killing.
“Why… why is he still alive?”
Yuan Liangping’s voice trembled, his face in the dim light as pale as paper.
Clearly, Chen Fan was at the end of his rope after a fierce battle with Gongsun Zheng, so how could he be so terrifying and formidable?
Why could one person, facing the gunfire of nearly a hundred guns, still be alive?
Su Yuhua, beside him, also had a grim expression.
Ignoring Yuan Liangping, he spoke sternly into his earpiece, “Blood Thorn, Blood Thorn, answer me…”
However, only static came from the earpiece, no response.
His hands were also trembling.
He gasped for air like a drowning person.
On the slope of the bridge, Xu Yunhou walked unhurriedly.
About ten meters ahead of him, Gongsun Yuan was sprinting away, with the collapsing gunmen fleeing towards them.
Gongsun Yuan erupted, like a ferocious tiger, colliding with one person. With a crackling sound of bones breaking, that person fell off the bridge, his fate unknown.
Before the bandits fleeing behind them could raise their guns, he and several disciples punched out like cannonballs.
The sound of wind and thunder echoed within their bodies as they shattered the bones of one bandit after another, sweeping them off the bridge.
A moment later, a sword light flashed, and the last bandit met his end.
Chen Fan walked to the highest point of the bridge, sword in hand.
Gongsun Yuan and Gongsun Liang also finished off the fleeing bandits and arrived there.
They immediately stopped.
“Is my Uncle Zheng dead or alive?” Gongsun Yuan stared intently at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan’s gaze passed over Gongsun Yuan, landing on Xu Yunhou and others approaching behind. He said, “He should be alive now, but he won’t survive tonight!”
Gongsun Yuan looked towards the lake and saw ripples on the surface, with two figures swimming towards the shore.
Gongsun Yuan said no more, turned, and started to leave.
“Wait!”
Chen Fan’s indifferent voice reached his ears.
Gongsun Yuan and Gongsun Liang both trembled.
Especially Gongsun Liang, whose young face looked pale.
Chen Fan tossed the sword in his hand to Gongsun Yuan, saying, “Take the sword back.”
After receiving the long sword and seeing that Chen Fan made no further move, Gongsun Yuan and the others breathed a sigh of relief and walked away. They exchanged glances with Xu Yunhou, and Gongsun Yuan hesitated before finally ignoring him and striding away.
He naturally recognized Xu Yunhou and knew that the enmity between the Xu family and Chen Fan was the reason for this battle.
Logically, he should have stopped Xu Yunhou, but he had no such intention now.
The experts of the Xu family were perhaps not inferior to him in strength.
Xu Yunhou looked at Chen Fan with venomous and chilling eyes.
Chen Fan strode forward.
“Chen Fan, you are at the end of your strength, with hardly any combat power left!” Xu Yunhou suddenly spoke.
Bathed in the lamplight, Chen Fan was drenched, covered in blood, and his face was pale.
Chen Fan’s gaze fell upon a middle-aged man. This man looked unremarkable, but his body was straight, his muscles were powerful, and a keen glint flickered in his eyes.
He was also a martial arts expert, far inferior to Gongsun Zheng, but he should have reached the Dark Energy level.
Besides him and Xu Yunhou, there were three others, all with formidable auras.
“Xu family?”
Chen Fan spoke indifferently.
Xu Yunhou gave a bitter smile, “Chen, you killed my son, killed so many people from the Xu family, and you don’t recognize us?”
“It’s just seeking your own death!” Chen Fan strode forward and said, “Scram, or die!”
“You’re bluffing! Today, you die, or we die!”
The others from the Xu family remained silent.
If possible, no one wanted to die.
Xu Yunhou stomped his foot and charged at Chen Fan first.
Upon reaching him, he fiercely punched towards Chen Fan’s jaw.
Chen Fan raised his hand, grabbed his fist, and twisted. The sound of bone cracking echoed.
Xu Yunhou grunted, and his other fist smashed towards Chen Fan, only to be kicked away by Chen Fan.
He rolled several times on the bridge and then got up, supporting himself with his hand, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
He had practiced some martial arts, but he wasn’t considered a true martial artist, only slightly stronger than an ordinary person.
The others remained silent, then suddenly lunged at Chen Fan in unison.
The man on the left, with fingers like hooks, lunged for Chen Fan’s throat.
The man on the right crouched down, kicking towards Chen Fan’s ankle.
The man in the middle charged straight into Chen Fan’s chest.
Chen Fan flicked his hands, raised his foot, and tilted his body slightly.
*Bang bang bang*, the three men were sent flying backward, their bones broken.
At this very moment, the Dark Energy martial artist moved, leaping up like a soaring falcon, his fingers like knives, aiming directly for Chen Fan’s head.
With the force to shatter gold and crack stone.
Chen Fan staggered slightly, swaying, and sidestepped, avoiding the blow to his head. He let the man’s fingers grip his shoulder.
At the same time, his hand flashed out like lightning, grabbed the man’s throat, and pulled.
This Dark Energy martial artist was dead!
After throwing the man’s body away, Chen Fan staggered again, his steps unsteady.
“Kill!”
As the remaining people were about to charge forward, a fiery red figure flashed, and a blade pierced the throats of Xu Yunhou and three others.
Then, she supported Chen Fan and said, “My King, are you alright?”
The newcomer was none other than Mei Ji.
“I’m fine.”
Chen Fan spoke indifferently and asked, “Where is Ying Xue?”
“She has already left, under the protection of Jiang Tiansheng’s bodyguards. She’s very safe!” Mei Ji replied.
Chen Fan nodded, pushed Mei Ji away, and looked back.
A Western man in a tuxedo and top hat walked over, carrying a satchel.
A dragon-patterned compass.