Everyone present seed to be under a binding spell, their gazes blankly fixed on the calm and composed Ling Fan at the center.
Qi Liangping's face turned deathly pale. He had always thought that the boyfriend He Feiman found was utterly ordinary, belonging to the Secular World, which was beyond re ordinary!
Yet, such a seemingly insignificant person, who could hardly earn a proper glance from soone, had done things that were anything but ordinary.
To kill the heirs of both the Yuan and Hong families was sothing that not many among the Heavenly Vein Families could ever dare to do, a truly crazed act.
Miao Lian felt a chill in her limbs, nearly scared to death just hearing those two pieces of news.
Qi Huaiyu could only stare at Ling Fan with wide eyes filled with shock, as if trying to see right through him. Was this guy a reincarnation of Sun Wukong?
"He... he killed my cousin?" Hong Xin rembered the recent scuffle with Ling Fan and imdiately felt a wave of fear, turning pale.
Miao Jianxun felt his heart might stop from the successive shocking revelations, like depth charges that almost blew him away, staring dumbfounded at the man beside He Feiman whom he had always looked down upon.
Miao Jiande's lips twitched fiercely, "Damn, is this kid here to pick a fight with the three major families of Dragon Pool? He's picked on the other two families except for the Miao Family!"
Miao Cai Jing's thoughts gradually returned as she looked toward the man she had always underestimated, murmuring to herself, "Has the Secular World changed so much? To think that even the Zhongnan Clan is not taken seriously anymore?"
"Ling Fan, there are too many of them, and the Yuan family might show up too, quickly carve out a blood path and escape, don't worry about !" He Feiman anxiously watched the tense scene, feeling she might have miscalculated.
The scene previously at Dragon Pool created an illusion in her that Ling Fan was fearless against the two major families.
Now coming to her senses, she realized that perhaps she had overestimated Ling Fan's strength, as the heritage of a family was not so easily matched by the strength of one individual.
Ling Fan just chuckled softly, unconcerned, saying lightly, "Just watch from the side later, it's just two families, I really couldn't afford to offend them before entering Dragon Pool, but now!"
The Heavenly Vein Noble Houses asured in two aspects; one, the strongest powerhouse, also the most important, he had already understood from Qiao Yuchan that, for example, the top six Heavenly Vein families all had Sixth Grade Martial Saints presiding over them.
The other was the number of Grandmaster Realm powerhouses within the family; the more Grandmasters, the higher the family's status and stability. These core forces are the fundantal pillars of a family.
For the Yuan and Hong families, regardless of how many Grandmaster Realm fighters they had, they lacked a Martial Saint presiding, thus, Ling Fan had not much of fear.
"Could he have encountered so rare fortune in Cold Pool?" He Feiman thought, seeing Ling Fan's calm expression, her heart alleviating a bit.
"Today, this man's life belongs to the Hong Family, no one should interfere; four Elders, quickly capture this criminal!" Hong Jie shouted angrily.
Upon his words, the four skill-transmitting Elders behind him leaped into the arena; the younger generation from the Miao Family glanced at each other and retreated.
Facing the nacing four, Ling Fan's expression turned slightly solemn; these four seed to have late-stage Grandmaster Realm cultivation, and he imdiately took out the Chill Light Dagger that Qiao Yuchan had lent him, not daring to be careless.
Especially with so many people around ready to strike, he could not afford to exert brute force like before in Dragon Pool; few opponents were not scary, but too many required conserving his strength.
The four elders in gray linen robes had stern expressions, each flashing the Three-Foot Green Blade, and without a second word, they attacked Ling Fan from four different angles.
In a mont, the courtyard was filled with lethal sword energy, the re release from the four causing the leaves to swirl chaotically.
He Feiman, standing by Ling Fan, felt it most vividly, turning deathly pale, as facing the montum of the four alone left her utterly powerless, frozen in shock, suddenly pushed away by Ling Fan.
"Haha, good timing, let this young master experience the capability of the Zhongnan Clan!" The battle intent in Ling Fan's eyes suddenly flared.
He then executed the Gui Xu Dance thod, moving like a startling swoop, and charged towards the four.
"Humph, ignorant of death, does he think he's a Martial Saint? Facing four skill-transmitting Elders, he still dares to resist?" Miao Cai Jing imdiately said in disdain, her eyes full of cold laughter and scorn.
Hong Xin also bit her lip, her face complex, "Facing four Grandmaster Realm powerhouses, in her view, begging for rcy would be the best choice, yet this man chooses to fight? Where does his courage co from?"
"Dad..." Qi Huaiyu said anxiously in a low voice to Qi Liangping.
Until now, Qi Liangping and his wife were still sowhat dazed; they were even more anxious, staring intently at the extrely tense scene, unable to utter a word.
Miao Jiande and others felt that the scene unfolding before their eyes was surreal. Even if he and Miao Jianxun were to face the four Elders who transmit skills from the Hong family alone, they would only be able to retreat. Yet, here was this young man daring to confront them head-on?
As everyone's thoughts flickered, the two parties had already suddenly clashed. However, due to the fast speed of the exchange, only a few top experts could barely make out the details.
For people like Qi Liangping, they only saw shadows moving quickly and heard the clanging sounds of weapons colliding.
Hong Jie stood by the side, supporting the formation. He saw Ling Fan holding a Chill Light Dagger over a foot long, dodging the attacks of the other three, bravely and desperately holding off one of the elders. At the last mont of collision, he even managed to sever the Mysterious Iron Sword in the elder's hand.
This made Hong Jie's heart pound wildly. The elder who was first to engage was imdiately terrified, his beard and hair standing on end, quickly abandoning his sword to throw punches in self-defense.
By that ti, Ling Fan had already charged up to him, almost face to face.
"Go to hell, old man!" the elder roared.
He struck out with both palms like he was displacing mountains and seas, the power imnse, staking all his cultivation!
At that mont, the other three elders also attacked with full force, blocking all of Ling Fan's paths of retreat. They had already perceived the danger the Great Elder was in and his intentions.
If Ling Fan were to be struck, he would inevitably be forced back; thus, the trio's assault could certainly pierce him through, leaving blood holes all over.
The Great Elder faced a likelihood of being splattered with blood on the spot, as the weapon in this young man's hand seed extraordinarily unusual.
Determined, the three elders thought they could not let the Great Elder's risk be in vain; in the next second, they intended to make this young man die with no place to be buried.
Ling Fan sensed the fierce Sword Qi behind him, his gaze slightly hardened. Would he not guess the intentions in the four n's minds?
He, too, steeled his heart at that mont, retracted his dagger, and bizarrely captured the elder's arm in front of him with a Silk Binding Hand move.
With the Gui Xu Dance beneath his feet changing unpredictably, and combining it with the movent technique, he used a classical Four Liang to Move a Thousand Jin maneuver to directly swap positions with the elder's body and his own.
In the instant when the three swords behind him were about to strike, he barely avoided them, but the swords' montum didn't go to waste; instead, they precisely stabbed into the Great Elder's back.
In that split second, Ling Fan's action seed simple but was actually extrely challenging; another person would hardly be able to do it!
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To capture a late-stage Grandmaster Realm powerhouse under such imnse impact, one needed exceptionally strong cultivation and physical strength.
Moreover, in a suprely perilous situation, he needed to capture the fleeting mont, requiring imnse courage and keen calculation.
At this mont, perched atop a centennial tree outside the Miao Family Mansion, Qiao Yuchan looked towards the scene inside, her beautiful eyes briefly shimring as she unconsciously nodded in approval!
At that mont, the three who had struck the Great Elder trembled violently, abruptly freezing in place, their faces filled with disbelief!
They simply couldn't believe it; just a mont ago it was that young man, so how did it suddenly beco the Great Elder?
Seizing the mont of the trio's brief stupor, Ling Fan's eyes flashed with a cold light. How could he miss this once-in-a-lifeti opportunity? His risky maneuver was all for this instant.
Imdiately, he pressed his left hand against the Great Elder's chest and, using the force of the trio's stabbing, pushed hard backward, aiding him with an arm's strength, and the three swords directly pierced through the Great Elder.
Simultaneously taking advantage of this, Ling Fan closed the distance with the three opponents, his Chill Light Dagger swiftly leaving a cold trail before their eyes.
Imdiately afterward, with a swift movent, he coolly landed off to one side, looking at the four n frozen in place, a cold laugh on his face.
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