584: Chapter 573: Today, I, Asura, will surely stain my Fangs with blood.
584: Chapter 573: Today, I, Asura, will surely stain my Fangs with blood.
Under Xiao Gao’s command, the members of the Phantom Guild stood united, forming a series of impregnable barriers around Ning Fan, not allowing anyone to get close to him.
Seeing the Phantom Guild’s people gathering to protect Ning Fan and helping him to expel the iron hooks from his body, Apollo’s expression changed repeatedly, his face looking very ugly.
“Attack, kill them all!”
Apollo absolutely couldn’t let Asura expel the iron spikes from his Pipa Bone; otherwise, no one might be able to stop him later.
Apollo had his own ambitions and would not allow himself to stop here.
Anyone who dared to obstruct him would be destroyed!
Even if that person was the notoriously ferocious Asura!
The experts from the Fang Guild attacked from all around, charging toward the defensive formation created by the Phantom Guild.
Both sides clashed violently once more.
Apollo did not idle either.
He had no time to watch his men fight Ning Fan’s men; he had to break through now and stop Ning Fan.
“Get out of my way!” Apollo punched through a man’s chest, his hands covered in fresh blood, and his murderous aura was overwhelming.
Reflected in Apollo’s eyes was the image of Ning Fan.
At this moment, he had only one goal: to prevent Ning Fan from expelling the iron hooks and to stop him from regaining his strength at all cost!
However, the Phantom Warriors guarding in front of Ning Fan were as sticky as taffy, causing great trouble for Apollo.
One after another, corpses fell, turning the ground crimson.
It no longer mattered which side the dead belonged to.
But Ning Fan knew clearly that with every minute and second that passed, more members from his Phantom Guild were being sacrificed!
True Qi swirled and converged into a cyclone, forcing out the iron hooks from the Pipa Bone one by one.
With a tingling sound, two iron hooks were quickly expelled and fell to the ground, while a strong surge of True Qi once again erupted from within Ning Fan’s Dantian.
“Damn it, damn it!
All of you will die, get out of my way!!!!”
Apollo’s eyes had turned bloodshot; his blood-stained figure was like a sharp, bloodied knife, tearing a gap through the front lines.
Noticing that Ning Fan had successfully expelled a few iron hooks, Apollo grew more anxious, his methods becoming increasingly brutal and bloody.
In his view, these Phantom Warriors blocking his path were as annoying as flies, and what was even more infuriating was that they couldn’t be completely swatted away with a single slap.
A dying Phantom Warrior reached out and grabbed Apollo’s ankle, holding on with all his might and refusing to let go even in death.
Apollo felt an extra burden on his ankle and, turning back in anger, looked at the corpse on the ground.
He roared furiously, crushed the corpse’s head with one foot and then viciously tore off the hand that had grasped his ankle.
“Stop him!!!”
Someone shouted, and several figures appeared around Apollo, enveloping him in the center and tightly closing in on him.
They formed a flesh-and-bone shackle, grounding Apollo to the spot.
Unable to help himself, Ning Fan’s eyes cracked open a slit, and he was met with this shocking scene.
His eyes reddened, filled with blood vessels coursing through the whites of his eyes; they were buying him time with their lives.
Ning Fan bit through his lip, moved in his heart, but as Apollo frantically tore apart the people clinging to him, that emotion turned into a killing intent.
“Apollo, if I don’t kill you, I swear I’m not human!!!”
Ning Fan roared inwardly, then hastened to expel the sharp spikes from his Pipa Bone, one after another.
“All of you, go to hell!”
The roar of Apollo reached Ning Fan’s ears once more, and Ning Fan knew that a few more of his brothers had died at the hands of Apollo.
With rage and unwillingness burning within him, Ning Fan could only transform his sorrow and anger into strength…
The iron hooks embedded in his pipa bone were about to be completely forced out by Ning Fan.
As Apollo watched the hooks on Ning Fan’s back decrease one by one, he was on the verge of madness, blaming the cruelty of the Phantom Guild.
At the same time, Apollo couldn’t understand why these people were willing to die for Ning Fan, what kind of power Ning Fan possessed to create such a group of madmen!
But now, Apollo had no time to ponder over this, today only one of him or Ning Fan would survive, it was either his death or my demise, Apollo couldn’t afford to think more.
“Damn it, despicable!” Xiao Gao cursed as he watched Apollo suddenly go berserk, charging their way and mercilessly killing all the brothers he passed by.
Xiao Gao turned his head to look at Ning Fan, who was about to accomplish his task, and then back at the brothers falling one after another.
Biting his teeth with determination flashing in his eyes, he made his resolve.
“Don’t think you can cause trouble!”
Xiao Gao shouted angrily, raising the two-handed greatsword in his arms and charging towards Apollo.
Clang!
The greatsword was lifted high above the head, coming down heavily with a whooshing sound towards Apollo’s neck, yet in the end, Apollo caught it firmly in his hand.
Xiao Gao clenched his teeth, the veins on his forehead throbbing, his arms’ muscles tensed, exerting all the strength he could muster to retrieve his weapon, but how could his strength compare to that of Apollo?
For Apollo, who also possessed strength at the peak of the True Qi Realm just like Ning Fan, facing the warriors of the Phantom Guild was nothing but a one-sided slaughter.
In the eyes of the common folk, these so-called experts were worthless in front of these ancient martial artists.
“Die!”
With a snap, Apollo twisted and broke the greatsword, then struck towards Xiao Gao’s chest.
Xiao Gao’s expression tensed, but he didn’t dodge at all, not that he didn’t want to, but because he simply couldn’t evade Apollo’s attack.
Thud—
Apollo plunged his hand into Xiao Gao’s chest, directly crushing his heart.
“Puh!” Xiao Gao spat out a mouthful of blood, dying on the spot as his heart was crushed.
This tall guy fell right in front of Ning Fan, coincidentally at the moment Ning Fan forced out all the hooks.
Apollo yanked out Xiao Gao’s heart and shook his hand with a look of disgust.
Ning Fan stared blankly at the scene before him, the image of Xiao Gao lingering in his eyes—he had died just like that, along with those brothers who had tried to stop Apollo, all heading to the Netherworld together.
“Apollo!!!”
Ning Fan’s eyes turned blood red, and a mighty True Qi burst forth from his body.
His figure surged forward, rushing at Apollo and landing a punch on his chest.
With a booming sound, the surprised-faced Apollo was unsurprisingly sent flying, then was pinned down amidst the rubble for a brutal beating.
“Today!
I, Asura, will dye Fang Guild with blood!”
Among the smoke, a figure stood in the center, stepping on someone’s body and bellowed out loud, his tone filled with a bone-chilling murderous intent.
His eyes glowed with a ghastly light!
Like an ancient War God himself!