Chapter 975: Chapter 964: Hand Over Situ Qingfeng or Not
“How is this possible?!”
The so-called Onmyoji Tianceng was utterly stunned after seeing those skeletal warriors crumble before Ning Fan in less than a second.
He seemed incapable of accepting reality, clutching his head as he frantically screamed.
“Impossible, impossible! What kind of blinding method are you using?!”
Tian Tuyuan Qingyang shouted in a mixture of anger and disbelief. Meanwhile, the other Onmyoji displayed similar expressions, unable to comprehend how their prodigy could look so pathetic in front of Ning Fan.
“I’ll ask you one last time: where is Situ Qingfeng?”
With an impatient tone, Ning Fan again posed the question to Tian Tuyuan Qingyang.
This was the last of his patience. Despite all the chances Ning Fan had already given these people, they appeared utterly incapable of understanding his words.
Even with Ning Fan’s goodwill, Tian Tuyuan Qingyang still failed to heed him.
“Impossible… Die!”
As if mortally humiliated, Tian Tuyuan Qingyang completely lost his mind, unleashing streams of talisman paper and waves of ghost fire toward Ning Fan.
Seeing the man’s utterly disgraceful state, Ning Fan couldn’t help but shake his head. Had this guy truly gone mad?
So Ning Fan decided not to hold back anymore. Effortlessly dodging the ghost fire, he wielded his longsword and advanced toward the man.
“You refuse to talk, is that it?”
Ning Fan’s gaze grew colder, his murderous intent rising.
Tian Tuyuan Qingyang still didn’t grasp what was about to unfold, stubbornly shouting back, “What? You dare kill me? Our Tian Tuyuan family is… Ahhhhh!”
He seemed convinced that Ning Fan wouldn’t dare kill him, knowing the Tian Tuyuan family was a prestigious local aristocracy. If Ning Fan laid a hand on him, escaping from here would be out of the question.
But his assumptions could not have been more wrong. Before he could finish his sentence, Ning Fan thrust his sword straight into Qingyang’s abdomen.
The sharp longsword pierced through Tian Tuyuan Qingyang’s stomach effortlessly, spilling a fountain of blood as his intestines slowly slid out from the gaping wound.
“The more nonsense you spew, the quicker you’ll die. Looks like no one’s ever taught you that lesson.”
Coldly, Ning Fan uttered these words, pulling his sword from the man’s abdomen and walking away without glancing back.
With his balance lost, Tian Tuyuan Qingyang staggered and collapsed to the ground, curling up and clutching his stomach in agony, his face twisted in pain.
“Don’t leave… Cough, cough, damn you… You bastard!”
Tian Tuyuan Qingyang showed no remorse, only bitterness. Crawling grotesquely as if seeking revenge on Ning Fan, his expression contorted in rage.
But such attempts merely hastened his death.
“Qingyang-sama is dead! Qingyang-sama is dead!”
Someone screamed. In an instant, panic swept through the crowd, and people fled outside in a mad rush, plunging the manor into chaos once more.
“How dare you! I’ll kill you myself!”
At this moment, a middle-aged man stepped forward, his voice sharp and penetrating, his facial expression grimly pale and enraged.
Witnessing the family’s prodigy slaughtered by Ning Fan’s sword, how could he not feel rage? At this moment, Ning Fan was nothing short of a sworn enemy to them.
“Where did this bastard come from? How dare you act so brazenly in the Yin Yang Family! Stand down, right now!”
“And who might you be?”
Ning Fan turned to look at the man. Seeing the man’s peculiar face, he frowned instinctively.
No wonder—his face was grotesque and incredibly repulsive. Should it be described as sheer lewdness having reached an extreme, or as the face of an outright freak?
“I am the Family Head of the Tian Tuyuan clan. You dare kill one of ours? Surrender immediately!”
So this was their leader; Ning Fan had momentarily thought he was some clown escaped from a circus.
Perfect timing. Since this individual was the big shot around here, he should know exactly where Situ Qingfeng was.
“I’ll ask you—where is Situ Qingfeng?”
“Die, you!”
The Tian Tuyuan Family Head ignored Ning Fan entirely, taking up talisman paper to draw a pentagram.
Ning Fan scoffed—this man refused to answer his question and was about to resort to some ghostly talisman or Yin Yang Techniques. On the brink of death, and he still didn’t understand his situation!
“Kneel before me!”
In a flash, Ning Fan appeared in front of the man, landing a vicious kick on his knee.
Crack! The Family Head’s expression changed drastically as he let out cries of pain; Ning Fan’s kick had shattered his leg bone completely.
Whether he liked it or not, he was forced to kneel before Ning Fan now.
“One last chance—Situ Qingfeng. Are you handing him over, or not?”
Ning Fan pressed the Black Sword against the Family Head’s throat, his voice as cold as the wind slicing through barren fields.
But the Family Head remained defiant: “Even if you kill me, my family will have you dismembered in a thousand pieces!”
Squelch!
“Aaaargh!”
A blood-drenched arm thudded to the floor. The Family Head’s face twisted in agony as he gasped sharply and wheezed from the relentless pain.
Ning Fan didn’t even blink, his voice still cold: “Hand him over—or do I make you? Ten seconds to decide.”
“Go ahead, kill me if you dare!”
The Tian Tuyuan Family Head scoffed, cold sweat dripping down his pale face, his demeanor one of stubborn defiance.
“Shame you don’t respect time. Now you have eight seconds left.”
Squelch! Another bloody arm fell to the floor. With both arms severed, the Family Head crumbled onto the ground, his eyes burning fierce hatred.
“You’ve got quite the guts. But tell me—have you ever heard of the term ‘human stick’?”
Ning Fan chuckled mockingly before coldly continuing, “Six seconds remaining.”
As expected, the Family Head’s face shifted dramatically upon hearing this. He knew all too well what a ‘human stick’ entailed—it was a fate worse than death. Though loath to admit it, Ning Fan’s words had pushed him to the brink of collapse.
This Ning Fan was far beyond ruthless—truly exceeding his expectations!
“Oh, and don’t think that I’ll spare the others. Since you’re unwilling to give him up, I’ll make your entire family accompany Situ Qingfeng in the afterlife. You wish to protect that man, don’t you?
That’s fine. Today, I’ll raze this place to the ground. I’ll scour every inch of this earth to find him—and you all will be buried with him!”
“No, don’t! I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything!”