Chapter 971: Chapter 960: Dongying People!
Still pretending at this point? Situ Qingfeng’s clumsy acting fell into Ning Fan’s eyes like a dead duck refusing to admit defeat.
Situ Qingfeng’s face was ashen, Ning Fan’s killing intent had already pressed against him. The murder intent of a True Origin Realm expert—just a tiny bit—was more than enough to make one tremble in fear.
“Now, I’ll let you watch a show for free. You better watch closely!”
Ning Fan let out a savage laugh and waved his right hand, prompting Tulip and the others to smirk maliciously. The bone-chilling sound of carnage erupted instantly.
Facing the members of the Shadow Team, the scene once again turned into a one-sided massacre.
Ning Fan ignored the slaughter below, continuing to fix his icy gaze on Situ Qingfeng. His eyes were unforgivingly cold, as though he were staring at a corpse, devoid of any emotion.
“Dammit, stop them! Someone, come!”
Situ Qingfeng staggered, nearly collapsing to the ground in fright.
A group of men in black rushed out of the Manor. They wore masks and wielded Ninja Blades. Noticing their attire, Ning Fan narrowed his eyes.
“So, the ones supporting you are Dongying people!”
Ning Fan’s expression darkened, his eyes flaring with murderous intent. The air froze, the temperature plummeting instantly!
You’ll die; staying here will definitely lead to death!
A voice rang out in Situ Qingfeng’s mind, warning him that he must flee immediately or meet his end here.
“Colluding with outsiders? That’s another reason for you to die!”
Suddenly, a black shadow appeared before Ning Fan. But as a cold glimmer flashed, blood sprayed out, and the shadow was split in two.
“Stop him! Stop him!”
Situ Qingfeng screamed frantically, his face twisted in a ghastly snarl. He stumbled into the Manor as the men in black split into two groups—half attempting to block Ning Fan, while the other half escorted Situ Qingfeng away.
“Hehehe, pointless resistance!”
Ning Fan gazed at the four or five Dongying men as if they were mere clowns.
They each wore jet-black masks, exposing only their eyes. Through the tiny slits, a sinister glint shone through.
Their movements were swift, but not to the degree that warranted Ning Fan’s attention.
With a flick of his sword, it all happened in an instant—the swiftness like autumn leaves swept away by the wind. Ning Fan’s Black Sword moved so fast that it was impossible to discern how he struck. In moments, the men in black all spewed blood and plummeted from the rooftop to the ground.
Meanwhile, Situ Qingfeng was panting heavily, his mind racing for a way to escape. As he sprinted madly, desperation birthed a sudden idea—he bolted toward the underground prison where Xu Rongfei was being held.
“Drag her out for me!”
Xu Rongfei, who had only recently been locked back in the dungeon, was dragged out again due to Situ Qingfeng’s abrupt order. The weakened Xu Rongfei was delirious, incapable of resisting, which gave Situ Qingfeng a sense of relief.
“Listen! Take her outside and use her to threaten Ning Fan. Got it?!”
Situ Qingfeng, perhaps hit by inspiration, promptly ordered the men following him to take Xu Rongfei out with them.
The group exchanged glances, still hesitant.
Seeing this, Situ Qingfeng roared again, “What are you standing around for? Do you want to die? We have a hostage, and he came here for this woman!”
After the outburst, Situ Qingfeng’s expression twisted ferociously, startling the group into action.
The men dared not overthink; the presence of Xu Rongfei as a hostage convinced them Ning Fan wouldn’t dare act rashly. Following Situ Qingfeng’s orders, they dragged Xu Rongfei out.
Situ Qingfeng followed behind them, continually egging them on—or more accurately, brainwashing them. In a short span of time, it was unclear how many times he instilled the belief that with a hostage in hand, Ning Fan couldn’t possibly defeat them.
“You all… truly have nerve!”
Before they exited the corridor, a silhouette emerged at the end. The men escorting Xu Rongfei froze in place, fear flickering in their eyes.
To them, Ning Fan was nothing short of a Demon. After witnessing the slaughter brought by Ning Fan and his team, no one could remain unafraid of this man.
“Don’t come any closer! If you dare step forward, I’ll kill her!”
One of them, who was slightly bolder, immediately grabbed Xu Rongfei’s hair, pulling her head back sharply.
Xu Rongfei, on the verge of collapse, reacted minimally. In Ning Fan’s view came the ghastly sight of Xu Rongfei’s deathly pale and feeble face.
Rage boiled within Ning Fan as he instinctively searched for Situ Qingfeng, the mastermind behind this. Yet, strangely, Situ Qingfeng was nowhere to be found!
“Hmm, hahaha… You’ve all been played and don’t even know it. Facing death, and still so clueless!”
Ning Fan’s fury turned to derision. Situ Qingfeng wasn’t here, leaving only his subordinates, clinging to Xu Rongfei as leverage. It was obvious what was happening.
These men had already been abandoned by Situ Qingfeng. Their purpose in bringing Xu Rongfei here was simply to buy time.
Indeed, Ning Fan’s words struck a nerve. The men froze, scanning for any sign of Situ Qingfeng.
“Gulp… I warn you, don’t come any closer! Let us go, or this woman won’t live either!”
The man gripping Xu Rongfei’s hair swallowed audibly, his sweat-drenched face betraying his panic, his words devoid of confidence.
Having been forsaken by their leader, the minions grew increasingly unsettled. If not for the hostage in their hands, they might have already succumbed to hysteria.
Now, holding Xu Rongfei gave them a sliver of hope. Yet it was this sliver of hope that blinded them to the cruel truth of their reality.
“Is that so?”
Ning Fan narrowed his eyes. The next second, his gaze ignited with a chilling brilliance.
Swish, swish, swish!
A series of Silver Needles gleamed as they flew toward the men with lightning speed, too fast for them to react.
Splkk—
When the Silver Needles pierced their foreheads, their expressions froze.
The next moment, they collapsed in uniform fashion, their bodies hitting the ground in unison, their pupils dilating as life faded away.
In a flash, Ning Fan’s figure surged forward, his speed incredible. Within seconds, he was beside Xu Rongfei, catching her limp and collapsing form.
“It’s alright now. With me here, you’re safe!”
Ning Fan held the frail, mud-like Xu Rongfei and spoke softly. Now, in her utterly weakened state, Ning Fan quickly assessed her condition, his eyes once again blazing with an immense fury!
“Ning… Ning Fan?”
Xu Rongfei’s dim eyes brightened faintly, her voice barely audible.