Chapter 405: Chapter 405: People Die for Wealth, Birds Die for Food_1
"Lu Chenzi, you want to hog the Spiritual Liquid and True Elental Elixir all for yourself?" bellowed Huo Erba, his eyes as large as copper bells, "That’s not how it works. My beloved disciple Dadu died for this. How can I face my deceased disciple if I don’t obtain the Spiritual Liquid and True Elental Elixir from this brat?"
Though he claid it was all about the bonds between a master and his disciple, could anyone truly not see it was for the Spiritual Liquid and True Elental Elixir?
"Lu Chenzi, Huo Erba, this kid also killed my disciple. I, the Silver Sword Scholar, deserve a share of the Spiritual Liquid and True Elental Elixir on his body, don’t I?"
Another voice sounded.
A man with an elegant figure leaped in from the edge of the crowd.
Wearing silver clothes and exuding a flamboyant aura, he was indeed He Feng’s master, known as the Silver Sword Scholar.
"My Forging Blade Gate has also lost a life; we deserve a share of his belongings too!"
Accompanied by a rugged voice, a giant man over two ters tall, with broad shoulders and thick limbs, slowly stepped forward carrying a Nine Rings Great Saber.
The burly man was Xia Jiuren, an Elder of the Forging Blade Gate.
"Pity my disciple, I wanted him to inherit my legacy of talismanic arts, yet he was rcilessly slain by this kid. Without ten or eight bottles of Spiritual Liquid, and six or seven True Elental Elixirs, this vendetta cannot be settled," another middle-aged man in a Taoist robe declared from a distance, the Taoist Zhang Tian from the Heavenly Master Path.
Vajra Sect, Kongtong Sect, Divine Sword Villa, Forging Blade Gate, Heavenly Master Path... The elders of He Feng’s five sects had all sought him out.
That was exactly the warning Miss Xu had co to deliver to Ning Fan.
Ning Fan glanced at the five n, shook his head, and said coldly, "n die for wealth as birds die for food. Have you, who have lived through the ages, not understood this simple logic, the sa as your juniors? You want my Spiritual Liquid and True Elental Elixir? No problem, exchange them for your damned lives!"
"Arrogant brat! Hand over the Spiritual Liquid and True Elental Elixir, and we might spare you! Otherwise, we’ll kill you and search your corpse!"
"Ning Fan, you talk about n dying for wealth and birds for food, but do you really want to beco that bird which dies for its al?"
"Enough nonsense, kill him and avenge my disciple!"
Huo Erba, Lu Chenzi, the Silver Sword Scholar, Xia Jiuren, and Zhang Tian all spoke with cold hostility. Their gazes towards Ning Fan were like looking at a dead man.
Whoosh!
At that mont, as the crowd around Ning Fan’s stall saw the force amassed, they all scattered, fearing involvent.
After all, the power of the five sects—Kongtong, Vajra Sect, Divine Sword Villa, Forging Blade Gate, Heavenly Master Path—was formidable and far from benevolent.
Miss Xu, her face covered, revealed a hint of hesitation. But recalling that Ning Fan had just shown no appreciation for her concern, she sneered and also blended into the crowd, withdrawing without a word.
Quickly, an open space cleared around Ning Fan’s stall.
"Miss Xu, be careful and stay behind . Don’t panic, and don’t run outside," Ning Fan instructed Xu Yourong as he shielded her, his voice firm.
"Right, I won’t go anywhere. I’ll stay with you, so don’t get distracted by ," Xu Yourong nodded her agreent.
"Kill!"
The Vajra Ascetic Huo Erba roared, swinging his lengthy Vajra Staff in the air before bringing it crashing down towards Ning Fan’s head.
Ning Fan threw a punch to et it.
Thud!
A dull sound ensued as Ning Fan’s fist collided with the Vajra Staff.
Huo Erba felt an irresistible force surge through him, causing a splintering pain in his hands, and he could no longer hold onto the Vajra Staff.
Whoosh!
The Vajra Staff was imdiately knocked skyward.
"Damn it! Witness my Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill!"
Huo Erba bellowed in rage. His whole body began to gleam tallically. With a heavy stomp, he leaped dozens of ters into the air and then descended like a falling cot, aiming straight at Ning Fan!
As he reached the peak of Vajra Technique, he used his own body as a weapon, aiming to crush Ning Fan to death!
anwhile, Lu Chenzi zipped forward with lightning speed, unleashing the Kongtong Seven Injuries Fist.
The Silver Sword Scholar drew his flexible saber from his waist. When Inner Strength coursed through it, the usually floppy blade beca arrow-straight as he thrust it at Ning Fan’s chest.
Xia Jiuren gripped his Nine Rings Great Saber in both hands, its three-ter length sweeping across with enough force to cleave Ning Fan in two.
"Heavenly thunder, grand and loud, the Taoist talismanic art! Co, thunder!"
Zhang Tian, from dozens of ters away, tossed a piece of Talisman Paper into the air.
Crackle!
The Talisman Paper flew into the sky and transford into a bolt of yellow lightning that zapped towards Ning Fan in a flash!
The five n, all masters from their respective sects, coordinated their attacks flawlessly without needing prior discussion.
As they launched their lethal moves at once, they were about to annihilate Ning Fan in a single blow!
The lightning released by Zhang Tian was the last to be unleashed but was the fastest, striking Ning Fan first.
Crackle, crackle, crackle!
The yellow lightning struck Ning Fan, causing an electric current to crazily course through his body.
Ning Fan’s body beca numb with the current, leaving him immobile on the spot.
"Kongtong Seven Injuries Fist!"
Lu Chenzi shouted and struck Ning Fan square in the chest with his Inner Strength enhanced punch.
Spurt!
The Silver Sword Scholar’s weapon took aim straight for Ning Fan’s legs.
Swipe!
Xia Jiuren’s Nine Rings Great Saber horizontally cleaved at Ning Fan’s waistline.
Whoosh... Thump!
In midair, Huo Erba, turned into a golden cot, heavily slamd onto the top of Ning Fan’s head!
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