328: Chapter 327: Beating the Old Dog Xi Qianren 328: Chapter 327: Beating the Old Dog Xi Qianren The night was dim, a dark figure leaped into the air, and a few streaks of silver light flashed around Xi Lao, with several Silver Needles flying past the edge of his body.
Xi Lao vigilantly surveyed his surroundings, keeping his trembling right hand behind him.
There was a red dot in the center of his palm, and upon closer inspection, it was bleeding.
Just moments ago, he had dodged with all his might, but still, one Silver Needle had completely pierced through his palm.
Under the cover of night, accompanied by a desolate breeze, a person in a mask, dressed in a black robe, stepped forward.
Xi Lao’s forehead was covered in fine sweat as he gazed at the figure in black in front of him, his face a picture of horror.
“Who exactly are you?!” The pain in his right hand made Xi Lao wary—this sudden black-clad figure’s strength was certainly not inferior to his, perhaps even stronger!
Underneath the mask, Ning Fan smirked, shaking his head at Xi Lao, “The dead don’t need to know too much.”
Startled and angry, Xi Lao instinctively raised his hand towards Ning Fan, “Playing tricks, oblivious to death!”
“Hmph, I think the one oblivious to death is you, old dog, right?”
A hoarse voice drifted through the wind, darkening Xi Lao’s expression even further.
He did not rush to act but kept his right hand behind his back, not daring to let Ning Fan see it.
Now with his right hand injured, Xi Lao was uncertain of defeating this mysterious man in black.
Although Xi Lao hid it well, Ning Fan was aware that one of his Silver Needles had indeed hit its mark, immediately mocking, “Old dog, what’s wrong with your dog paw, is it useless now?”
Xi Lao’s expression drastically changed, his face filled with rage as he glared at Ning Fan, still not ready to make a move, seemingly able to endure a bit longer.
Seeing his appearance, Ning Fan laughed, this old dog still hadn’t recognized him.
Ning Fan no longer wanted to waste words with Xi Lao.
He stepped forward, and in the next second, he moved like lightning to Xi Lao’s front.
With a bang, Ning Fan’s leg kicked Xi Lao on the neck, bending his body over.
“Old dog, what’s the matter, can you only take a beating and not bite?
Or is it that you’re old now, all your teeth have fallen out?”
Ning Fan taunted, increasing the force on his leg, this time with no intention of holding back at all.
Last time at Situ Manor, Ning Fan had not used all his strength, and even so, he still had the upper hand over Xi Lao in the fight.
This time, Ning Fan held back nothing, and Xi Lao felt as though a mountain was pressing down on him.
He stood firm on the ground, mustering all his strength.
Provoked by Ning Fan’s taunt, rage overwhelmed Xi Lao, nearly breaking his resolve and significantly affecting him, causing his short legs to start trembling.
“Die!” Xi Lao roared, his left hand shaped like a claw, his right fist clenched, one hand reaching for Ning Fan’s thigh and the other aiming for his face.
“Hehe, old dog, can you even hit me?” Ning Fan mocked, pulling back his leg and easily dodging Xi Lao’s attack.
Xi Lao rubbed his neck, his expression ferocious as he charged at Ning Fan.
His speed was very fast, causing Ning Fan to grow serious again.
Another flicker of cold light appeared in the night.
Feeling threatened, Xi Lao widened his eyes and forced his body to dodge to the side.
At the same time, Ning Fan sneered, his fist creating a gust as he landed a punch on Xi Lao’s face.
With a thud, like a kite with its string cut, Xi Lao crashed into a nearby tree, which snapped in half with a crack due to the immense impact.
Xi Old fell to the ground alongside the roaring sound of the tree.
A cloud of dust rose, and Xi Old spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, struggling to get up from the ground.
“Oh, old dog, your body is quite tough.”
Ning Fan’s hoarse voice came from all directions, causing Xi Old’s face to change drastically, turning deathly pale, his eyes filled with immense dread.
The opponent’s strength had completely surpassed Xi Old’s expectations.
Xi Old had thought he still had the strength to fight, but he ended up being toyed with like a monkey from beginning to end.
With a whoosh, a dark shadow appeared in front of Xi Old, who instinctively raised both hands to defend, but the next second, he stared in disbelief, realizing he had been tricked again—the opponent was behind him.
With a bang, Xi Old’s head was stomped onto the ground by Ning Fan.
“Ugh cough cough!” Xi Old’s throat sweetened, and another mouthful of old blood spilled onto the ground.
It wasn’t over yet.
Ning Fan moved his foot away, assumed the posture of a soccer player about to kick, and made a kicking motion.
Under Xi Old’s terrified gaze, Ning Fan kicked him in the face, sending Xi Old flying through the air in a beautiful arc before landing in the bushes across the street.
“Ah!” Xi Old, clutching his head, got up once again.
His face dark and gloomy as he stared at Ning Fan in the distance, his heart filled with humiliation.
He had no strength to counterattack.
Xi Old knew he could definitely not win tonight and could not take Xu Ruolan away.
“Damn!” The thought of failing his mission, unable to capture Xu Ruolan, and all his preparations being in vain made Xi Old uncontrollably curse.
But unable to defeat the man in black, Xi Old also realized, if he didn’t leave now, soon he wouldn’t be able to leave at all.
Immediately, Xi Old made up his mind, got up, and ran directly towards the darkness.
As he fled, Xi Old felt proud, scoffing at how the opponent’s arrogance had sent him flying so far away, giving him a chance to escape.
“Damn dog, who the hell is he?”
Xi Old couldn’t help looking back worriedly and then cried out in anger, thinking of the opponent’s strength, his eyes narrowing with seriousness – aside from Ning Fan, did Xu Ruolan have another master by her side?
This matter Xi Old must report to Situ Yuanhua; they have to make different plans.
As Xi Old ran toward Situ Yuanhua’s Manor, he was unaware that Ning Fan was also following him.
Xi Old’s escape was not a slip-up by Ning Fan; it was intentional!
The naive Xi Old didn’t know that a bloodthirsty Asura was following him; running toward Situ Yuanhua’s Manor was inviting a deadly disaster!
“Once I figure out your identity, I will make sure you die a pain-filled death!!!”
Xi Old’s eyes glinted with a venomous light, feeling extremely frustrated; damn it, not even knowing who the opponent was, how could he fight?
The two weren’t even on the same level.
After what seemed like a long time, Xi Old returned to Situ Manor, where Situ Yuanhua had been waiting for quite some time.
Seeing Xi Old return, Situ Yuanhua’s face initially lit up with joy, but his expression darkened after not seeing Xu Ruolan.
“What happened?
Where is Xu Ruolan?”