804: Chapter 793: The Domineering Ning Fan!
804: Chapter 793: The Domineering Ning Fan!
Teng Zhuhai glared darkly at Ning Fan, utterly caught off guard by the sharp derision in his opponent’s words.
If not for the sake of preserving his dignity, Teng Zhuhai might have transformed into a shrew and started a street argument with Ning Fan then and there.
Still, he maintained his composure and responded with a sarcastic remark.
“A guest is to be treated with respect.
Surely my daughter hasn’t been discourteous, has she?”
Teng Zhuhai asked, his hands clasped behind his back as he strode confidently into the hall and positioned himself beside Teng Feiyue.
As he approached, Teng Feiyue immediately stood, unwillingly relinquishing her seat and retreating in frustration.
Though he hadn’t intervened earlier, Teng Zhuhai had been watching everything unfold.
His inaction wasn’t due to fear of Ning Fan, but rather to observe how his daughter Teng Feiyue would perform.
The outcome showed that while Teng Feiyue was still inexperienced in dealing with Ning Fan, she had nonetheless handled herself commendably.
“Ah, indeed Miss Feiyue’s hospitality was quite satisfactory.
Yet I couldn’t see you, this decrepit old man—naturally, I was very anxious!”
Ning Fan said with a grin, indifferent to the increasingly livid expression on Teng Zhuhai’s face.
Though this was the Yunteng Family’s territory, Ning Fan behaved as if it were of no consequence, his tone utterly devoid of respect, leaving Teng Zhuhai’s faction seething with rage.
Ning Fan had no intention of engaging in subtle maneuvering with this old relic.
He fiercely disregarded diplomatic niceties.
“Let’s not beat around the bush.
If you kneel and apologize now, I’ll forgive your Yunteng Family.
What do you say?”
The moment those words escaped his lips, the crowd erupted in fury, with many pointing at Ning Fan and hurling insults.
Even setting aside that this was the Yunteng Family’s domain, Ning Fan’s demand was excessively outrageous.
Why should their Family Head bow and apologize?
Who did Ning Fan think he was!
Teng Zhuhai’s face darkened as he spoke in a low, menacing voice, “Do you truly think I am powerless against you?!”
His tone carried a chilling murderous intent, and an overwhelming aura of malice surged from his body.
The atmosphere instantly became tense, sharp, and suffocating.
Ning Fan smirked mockingly, his handsome face gaining a frosty edge as he stared fearlessly.
“If you truly had the means to stop me, would you still waste words?”
By saying this, Ning Fan blatantly asserted that Teng Zhuhai lacked the ability to confront him.
If he could, why waste time arguing here?
Even though Teng Huayang was in Ning Fan’s grasp, the fact remained—Ning Fan had already stormed their premises.
Capturing Ning Fan would eliminate any concerns about Teng Huayang’s fate.
In truth, Teng Zhuhai simply didn’t dare.
Lacking confidence in his ability to suppress Ning Fan, he had no choice but to maintain appearances.
Ning Fan, fully assured of Teng Zhuhai’s hesitation, wore an expression that further darkened Teng Zhuhai’s mood.
At that moment, Teng Zhuhai wished to tear Ning Fan to shreds.
“I’ll ask you one more time—will you kneel and apologize?”
Ning Fan pressed aggressively, his eyes wide and imposing as a frosty wave emanated from him.
His solitary aura seemed enough to suppress the combined forces of the Yunteng Family.
Opening his mouth, Teng Zhuhai tried to respond but was utterly at a loss for words, trembling with fury.
“Old man, I’m asking you—will you kneel, or is there another option?”
Seeing Teng Zhuhai’s humiliated state, Ning Fan’s voice grew louder, ringing like a slap across the faces of the Yunteng Family.
“Do you truly think we’re afraid of you?”
Teng Zhuhai, unaccustomed to such humiliation, burned with rage despite his intricate scheming.
“Fine!”
Upon hearing Teng Zhuhai’s response, Ning Fan uttered only one word—”Fine.” With a resounding bang, the table before him shattered into splinters.
Ning Fan had struck it forcefully, wasting no further words as he began to act.
“Take the young lady to safety!”
Teng Nan shouted hurriedly as others surrounded Teng Feiyue and escorted her out.
Combat was inevitable.
Having only recently recovered, Teng Zhuhai’s strength was greatly diminished.
Without Teng Bei’s protection, he risked being subdued the moment Ning Fan struck.
“Protect the Family Head!”
Someone shouted, and the hall erupted as people rushed inside en masse.
The once spacious hall turned cramped as the crowd flooded in, sealing the area with a tight blockade of Yunteng Family members.
Ning Fan drew a Soft Sword from his waist with fluid grace.
With a flick of his wrist, the blade danced in a silver arc, severing the tendons of dozens of assailants, leaving them writhing on the ground in pain.
Overwhelming Ning Fan with sheer numbers was clearly impossible.
In his hands, the Soft Sword moved like a nimble silver serpent, leaving a trail of vivid blood blossoms in its wake.
Screams continued unabated as Ning Fan slaughtered indiscriminately.
Watching the carnage, Teng Zhuhai’s expression grew colder by the second.
Teng Nan and Teng Bei blended into the crowd, lurking before lunging simultaneously at Ning Fan from both sides for a surprise attack.
Yet their every move had already been detected by Ning Fan.
With a slight sidestep, Ning Fan’s Soft Sword arced high, releasing a flash of white Sword Radiance that fell upon Teng Nan’s shoulder, slicing a layer of flesh.
“Ah!”
Teng Nan screamed in agony, clutching his bleeding shoulder as he collapsed to the ground.
“Teng Nan!”
Seeing Teng Nan defeated and now drenched in blood, Teng Bei cried out before casting a hateful glare at Ning Fan.
Meanwhile, three to four more individuals rushed forward, intent on taking Ning Fan down as a team.
Seeing several True Qi Realm fighters approach, Ning Fan sneered.
His Soft Sword flashed again, and moments later, more figures crumpled to the ground, immobilized.
Ning Fan’s Soft Sword was astonishingly agile, as if he had eyes on his back.
Even surprise attacks didn’t pose much of a threat.
“Think numbers will save you from defeat?”
Ning Fan sneered derisively.
Despite being on Yunteng territory, he remained unperturbed—Teng Zhuhai had only recently recovered, his strength diminished.
The Yunteng Family’s five top fighters included only Teng Nan and Teng Bei here.
If all five had joined forces, Ning Fan might have experienced some trepidation.
But with only these two plus the weakened Teng Zhuhai, Ning Fan felt no fear.
“Teng Zhuhai, your time is over!”
Standing amidst the crowd, surrounded by the wounded, Ning Fan stared coldly at Teng Zhuhai from across the throng.
Even with layers of protection, Teng Zhuhai could feel Ning Fan’s murderous intent.
Under Ning Fan’s icy glare, Teng Zhuhai felt a chill creep into his heart, his skin crawling as he secretly cursed his opponent.