642: Chapter 631: True Qi Realm Experts Mobilize 642: Chapter 631: True Qi Realm Experts Mobilize At the peak of the True Origin Realm, a step away from Aerial Mastery, such powerful beings were not taken lightly by the Shangguan Family, and for this reason, Shangguan Tanglong specifically reminded Shangguan Tenglong.
“Family interests come first.
If we run into that black-clothed power again, then we must reconsider whether the mysterious person truly stepped in to help out of a sense of justice that day,” Shangguan Tanglong had said.
As far as the Shangguan Family was concerned, they did not believe that Ning Fan was worth the trouble and risk of offending a martial artist on the cusp of Aerial Mastery.
If that mysterious person truly had ties to Ning Fan and was covertly protecting him, then the Shangguan Family would have no choice but to abandon their mission this time.
However, that didn’t mean they would choose to forget; they were like vipers, biding their time, waiting for the right moment to strike with a venomous bite.
Under cover of night, the Shangguan Family’s Death Warriors rushed to Zhonghai, spending a day to track down Ning Fan’s whereabouts.
After determining the locations he frequented recently, they lay in ambush.
Ning Fan’s cultivation was not going smoothly today; he saw no effect from practicing the Eight Zen Mantra, and it felt as if his Dantian had shattered, making the aggregation of True Qi seem utterly impossible.
“The usual spot!” Ning Fan glanced at the corner where a spot was specially reserved for him, and headed straight there.
The Shangguan Family’s Death Warriors noticed Ning Fan entering the bar and quickly disguised themselves to follow, blending into the crowd.
This group of warriors did not strike immediately, as they were informed of Ning Fan’s strength before they arrived, and knew that acting rashly could lead to failure in their mission.
Moreover, they were still unaware that Ning Fan had completely lost his martial prowess.
About half an hour later, two elegant figures walked in; Xu Ruolan and Xu Xiaoqing were looking around the bar, searching for Ning Fan.
“Sister, there he is, Ning Fan is over there!”
Xu Xiaoqing, oblivious to the stares of those around her, grabbed Xu Ruolan’s hand and ran towards Ning Fan.
Reaching Ning Fan’s table, in less than half an hour, it was almost full of empty bottles.
“You big dummy, you haven’t been home for days.
Have you just been here drinking your sorrows away?”
Xu Xiaoqing looked at Ning Fan angrily; the latter had not returned home these past few nights, spending most of his time lingering in the bar.
Ning Fan’s face was tinged with red.
He raised his head to see Xu Xiaoqing’s infuriated face and Xu Ruolan’s cold, frosty expression and could not help but give a bitter smile.
“What are you doing here?” Ning Fan asked casually, as he was about to lift his glass.
For some reason, his hand stopped mid-air.
He stared at the wine swirling in the tall glass, slightly spellbound, then slowly set the glass down.
“Why are we here?
To see if you’re dead yet!”
Xu Xiaoqing said indignantly.
She wanted to confront Ning Fan, but Xu Ruolan held her back, not allowing her to proceed.
Xu Ruolan stepped forward, concern flashing in her clear eyes.
She looked at the bottles on the table and couldn’t help but advise, “Your body’s been weak lately, you should drink less.”
Xu Ruolan had seen the dolorous state of Ning Fan in recent days; she didn’t object to his attempt to drown his sorrows in drink but recalling the pain he had suffered, she worried that drinking too much might worsen his discomfort.
“Ah, thanks for your concern…” Ning Fan’s mind was cloudy at the moment, and he didn’t know what to say, so he responded faintly.
This attitude immediately infuriated Xu Xiaoqing.
She glared at Ning Fan with wide eyes, marched up to him, snatched the wine glass from his hand, and in a fit of anger, threw it to the ground.
With a clatter, the sound of the breaking glass wasn’t very loud in the music-filled bar, and hardly a few people noticed the commotion here.
Xu Ruolan watched Xu Xiaoqing, her emotions seeming out of control, about to step forward to calm her, when she saw Ning Fan stand up with a cold expression.
“I told you to stop drinking!” Xu Xiaoqing yelled emotionally, but Ning Fan acted as if he didn’t hear, reaching out his hand towards her.
With a wide sweep of his arm, Ning Fan pulled Xu Xiaoqing into his embrace, then picked up a wine bottle from the table and swung it at an assassin, whose presence was unnoticed until then.
Another clatter rang out as the wine bottle shattered with a punch from the assassin, leaving Xu Ruolan and Xu Xiaoqing stunned; they hadn’t expected an assassin to suddenly appear.
“Get behind me!” Ning Fan commanded with a grave look as he faced the group of assassins that emerged in front of them.
The assassins were dressed in various styles, seemingly ordinary, but the aura they exuded told everyone that they were agents of slaughter.
Xu Ruolan suddenly realized the situation was beyond her control and immediately ran behind Ning Fan, taking Xu Xiaoqing with her.
“Are you that Ning Fan, Ninth Master?”
The leader of the assassins watched Ning Fan coldly.
Although he knew of Ning Fan’s Object-Manipulating Realm capabilities, he didn’t show a trace of fear.
They were Death Warriors after all, unafraid even if they were to die here today.
The bar’s music still resonated, but the ordinary patrons had begun to flee in panic, their screams adding to the music-filled air.
Ning Fan scanned the surroundings; there were at least twelve people, all True Qi Realm martial artists.
Someone was plotting against him, and they had invested heavily in it.
After a moment’s thought, Ning Fan asked coldly, “The Shangguan Family?
Or is it the Huo Family?”
The Death Warriors remained expressionless.
They wouldn’t reveal who was behind the operation.
Through brutal training from a young age, unless faced with a mind reader, no torture could make them divulge any information.
“It seems it’s the Shangguan Family.
The Huo Family has already ended up in such a state.
I don’t think they’d be able to train people like you.”
Ning Fan scoffed coldly, having guessed the identity of the group.
No more pointless talk; these Death Warriors were here to take Ning Fan’s head, and having confirmed his identity, they all attacked him.
A group of True Qi Realm martial artists certainly wouldn’t be much for a Object-Manipulating Realm Ning Fan, but now Ning Fan had lost all his martial prowess, possessing only a body enhanced by the Genetic Potion, and his accumulated combat experience.
Initially, due to the Death Warriors’ caution, he was able to hold his own for a few moves, but it wasn’t long before he began showing signs of decline.
“Damn it!” Ning Fan swung a punch, hitting a Death Warrior in the head, which felt like hitting a steel plate, utterly ineffective.
If he could still utilize True Qi, his punch would have already exploded the man’s head.
But now, his punch, landing on a Death Warrior with True Qi Body Protection, had no effect at all.