Chapter 1156: Chapter 1145: Confrontation
“What on earth do you want?”
Nalan Yanfeng moved closer to a few clan members, speaking with a bravado that belied her true feelings.
“What do I want? To leave you dead and disgraced, of course.”
Ning Fan crossed his arms, glaring coldly at Nalan Yanfeng, like a cat toying with a mouse.
“You, you’re shameless!”
Nalan Yanfeng spat coldly, then glanced at the few remaining members of the Nalan Clan, pursing her lips with a worried expression.
It seems today’s plans have completely failed.
The root of it all was Ning Fan’s meddling. Without him, after killing Ning Qiankun, the Ning Family would become a heap of loose sand, and the Nalan Family would be able to do as they pleased. Whether trampling the Ning Family underfoot or wiping them out entirely, it would all be within their grasp.
Even though the Ning Family has countless experts, without unified leadership, they would fight alone and ultimately fail.
However, Ning Fan’s appearance disrupted everything.
Nalan Yanfeng furrowed her brow, contemplating. Even if Ning Qiankun had been killed, could the Nalan Family contend with Ning Fan?
At this moment, when she found herself at a loss, she realized that everything was just her wishful thinking.
Even if Ning Qiankun were poisoned, even if the Ning Family was in disarray, Ning Fan could completely resist the Nalan Family without relying on the Ning Family’s strength.
After all, according to the previous intelligence, Ning Fan was an Asura of the Phantom Guild internationally and had the title of Ninth Lord in Huaxia.
It could be said that Ning Fan could walk sideways anywhere in the world, and any power that saw him would only show respect and dare not provoke him.
Ning Fan looked at her coldly, without saying a word.
At this moment, Ouyang Feifei, leading the Shadow Team, also glared at Nalan Yanfeng, the culprit, with gritted teeth.
“Mr. Ning, should we kill her immediately?”
Ning Fan lit a cigarette and nodded, “I won’t do the honors. You’re free to take action.”
“Yes, Mr. Ning,”
Ouyang Feifei motioned to the Ning Family’s Protector Squad, “All of you, leave.”
“This…”
Manager Zhang and the members of the Ning Family’s Protector Squad exchanged glances and finally looked towards Ning Fan.
Ning Fan blinked his eyes, as a sign of approval.
Manager Zhang understood and led the Ning Family’s Protector Squad away.
Once again, Ning Fan’s voice echoed.
“Old Zhang, first take the old man home, I’ll handle this wicked woman, and immediately return to assist in his treatment afterwards.”
“Understood, Third Young Master.” Manager Zhang nodded respectfully and hurried away.
The scene quieted down, leaving only the Shadow Team led by Ouyang Feifei confronting Nalan Yanfeng and the Nalan clan members, tension brimming as a fierce battle was on the verge of erupting.
Yet Ning Fan stood aside, observing expressionlessly, indifferent.
Ouyang Feifei stepped lightly, her sword raised at an angle, advancing step by step towards Nalan Yanfeng and her companions.
For every step they advanced, Nalan Yanfeng and her group retreated several paces.
However, they had nowhere left to retreat as the members of the Shadow Team formed a circle, enclosing them right in the middle, with death as their only option.
Ouyang Feifei smirked coldly, “Nalan Yanfeng, after I chopped off one of your arms, Ning Fan killed your husband. Don’t you hate us? Now we can settle both old scores and new, how about a duel?”
“Humph!”
Nalan Yanfeng’s eyes were filled with intense hatred, but she was clear-minded.
Previously battling Ouyang Feifei and suffering an arm loss was proof enough that she was not a match.
A duel?
Ha, isn’t that courting death?
A streak of determination flashed in Nalan Yanfeng’s eyes, gritting her teeth, “Ning Fan, if you’re smart, you’d better let us go. Otherwise, if my Ninth Great-Aunt Nalan Jiuhuang finds out, your end will only be death.”
“Nalan Jiuhuang?”
Upon hearing this name, Ouyang Feifei paused and turned to Ning Fan, worried.
After all, a person’s reputation and a tree’s shadow loom large.
This Nalan Jiuhuang was indeed no simple character.
Ning Fan, however, curled his lips, dismissively, “Nalan Jiuhuang? I’ve heard of her. They say she’s never been married, remaining in the Nalan family. If my calculations are correct, this old lady should be over a hundred years old.”
“Good that you know!”
Upon hearing this, Nalan Yanfeng grew even more aggressive, pressing on, “My Ninth Great-Aunt is an Aerial Mastery Realm expert. To kill you, a Peak True Origin Realm, would be a piece of cake, wouldn’t it?”
“What?”
An Aerial Mastery Realm expert?
Ouyang Feifei and the members of the Shadow Team exchanged glances, seeing the rich shock in each other’s eyes.
It must be known that Ning Fan was the most proficient in martial skills among them, just breaching the Peak True Origin Realm. Facing an Aerial Mastery Realm expert was a big realm difference, illustrating the possible outcomes of a confrontation.
If the Nalan Family really had such a master, confronting Nalan Yanfeng might indeed require caution today. After all, strength reigns supreme, and wherever an Aerial Mastery Realm expert went, they stood above, far beyond a True Origin Realm could rival.
Ning Fan flicked his eyelids, deliberately mocking, “Oh my, so your Ninth Great-Aunt is an Aerial Mastery expert? I’m so scared.”
The words carried an afterthought of fear, but his tone was rather flippant.
To Nalan Yanfeng’s ears, there was an undeniable note of disdain.
What is this situation? Could it be that this guy isn’t afraid of an Aerial Mastery Realm expert?
“Ning Fan, an arm can’t twist the thigh, you’d better wise up, or else my Ninth Great-Aunt will make you pay dearly.”
“Hehe.”
Ning Fan, however, just curled his lips, regaining a calm gaze, and sneered, “So what if Nalan Jiuhuang is an Aerial Mastery expert? Even if she’s not here, if she were, I could reduce her to ashes, making her regret ever being born.”
“Arrogant words!”
Nalan Yanfeng was furious. Ning Fan’s overt disdain for Nalan Jiuhuang was unacceptable to her.
Why?
Because the entire Nalan Family had grown so rapidly within a century, it was inseparable from Nalan Jiuhuang’s help and deterrence.
This was a martial arts world genius who sacrificed her lifelong happiness for martial arts, leading the Nalan Family step by step to this point, with the potential to rival the Dragon City Ning Family.
Yet such an expert was met with such indifference in Ning Fan’s view, how could this not infuriate Nalan Yanfeng?
At this moment, Ouyang Feifei already raised her sword, expressionless, “Nalan Yanfeng, enough with the words, let’s see the real skills on the battlefield.”
“Afraid of you?”
Nalan Yanfeng spoke with a false bravado, as True Qi filled her entire being, raising the blade of her remaining arm diagonally, an intense aura emanating from the blade, the True Qi surging forth like eddies of mist rising from a lake.