Chapter 45 - Slaughter (1/2)

The silence was deafening!

Everyone watched slack-jawed at the unfolding event. No one there could’ve imagined a Qi Condensation kid blindsiding them, who were Bone Tempering experts, and even killing one in a single hit.

All the mockery and disdain they had for Zhuo Fan was now replaced with extreme caution.

Fatty was still out of it, staring at Zhuo Fan like his brain was on the fritz. It finally dawned upon him that it wasn’t him who held back the most in their duel, but Zhuo Fan.

“Kill the punk first!”

With a sudden shout, the men charged at Zhuo Fan together. They were now of one mind, no longer of a different opinion. They had to kill this dreadful and sinister punk first. If they were to leave him for later, they were sure they’d have to pay a steep price, even if they outnumbered him.

They had long forgotten their main objective and were now pointing their weapons at the punk who was holding Savage Moon and standing in a pool of blood.

Smiling wryly, Zhuo Fan snickered, “I wouldn’t have it any other way!”

The next moment, he jumped at the first enemy. The man was startled and rushed to retreat. Even if Zhuo Fan was just in the Qi Condensation Stage and unable to hurt him, the 3rd-grade demonic treasure would cut through him like butter.

Their leader got such a miserable death for underestimating Zhuo Fan and he wasn’t willing to make the same mistake.

With eyes fixed on Savage Moon’s trail, the killer grinned. He knew how to deal with Zhuo Fan. Since his speed was superior to Zhuo Fan, all he needed to do was pay attention to Savage Moon, and killing this kid would be a breeze.

However, just as he was about to jump into action, Savage Moon flashed a silver glow. The light wrapped around Zhuo Fan and then streaked by the killer’s body.

The killer had no idea what happened and was looking up as his upper half slid to the ground while his lower half stood there unmoving.

While he fell, he could still see Zhuo Fan’s grim face. Especially the eyes, cold and unfeeling.

Everyone sucked in a cold breath as they watched Zhuo Fan with dread.

If one were to say that killing their leader was from a sneak attack, this time around it was a fair fight and yet Zhuo Fan still killed a Bone Tempering expert in an instant.

When the silver light flashed again, he was so fast that none of the killers had time to react before Zhuo Fan felled another.

Such horrifying speed coupled with the sharp edge of the Savage Moon soaked the backs of the killers in a cold sweat.

“As you dared to come look for trouble in my domain…,” Zhuo Fan squinted at each man around him and trailed a finger across his neck as his eyes turned red, “…Your lives are forfeited.”

At that moment, all of them paled and stepped back. The fear they felt from his eyes mounted the dread they already had. Their roles began to blur as it became unclear who was the victim and who was the killer.

The hunter’s and prey’s role were now switched.

The fatty watched Zhuo Fan’s domineering gaze while being shell-shocked. Then, he was swept by a sudden familiar feeling, the imposing and grand feeling he felt only from his father.

But what he felt from Zhuo Fan was far more assertive. As if all who dared resist this man would find themselves dead beyond a shred of a doubt.

The pressure Zhuo Fan’s power released was something that even made him shiver.

Seeing that they couldn’t contend with Zhuo Fan individually, a killer shouted, “Don’t be afraid, let’s attack together. He’s just a Qi Condensation punk relying on a 3rd-grade demonic treasure. If we surround him, he’s done for.”

The others nodded as fear eased from their faces, now that they had a plan, they found hope.

With a cry, the killers jumped at Zhuo Fan closing the net on him.

Sneering, Zhuo Fan rushed forward without fear as he held Savage Moon. His target swallowed dryly but didn’t retreat since he had men on each side releasing punch at Zhuo Fan.

If Zhuo Fan pressed on, the killer would die, but so would Zhuo Fan under the joint attack of two Bone Tempering experts.

But if he retreated instead, it would only work to tighten the net and his death would be just a matter of time.

Zhuo Fan didn’t plan on dying in this fight, or he would’ve fled a long time ago with the help of Savage Moon’s speed boost.

Whoosh!

With a flash of silver, Zhuo Fan vanished from their sights and the punches hit nothing but air. Zhuo Fan then landed right in front of the killer who was standing behind the other two.

Having not seen this coming, the killer was frightened but soon became elated seeing that Zhuo Fan was not facing him. He didn’t waste this chance and punched towards Zhuo Fan’s defenseless back.

[Your head is mine, kid.]

But a silver light flashed by and the man froze.

In the moment of impending doom, Zhuo Fan swept Savage Moon around him and jumped from their tight circle.