Chapter 166 - Dauntless (1/2)

Boom~

Not for a second did the explosion stopped.

Huangpu Qingyun had now clashed two hundred times with Zhuo Fan. Adding 5th elder’s hammer blows, it made for a total of four hundred yet Zhuo Fan had not once lost his cool.

No matter how the two attacked, they could not even scratch him.

With cold laughter, Zhuo Fan was now looking at them as if they were a bunch of noisy children, hardly of any threat.

Hu~

Suddenly, the azure flame flickered above Zhuo Fan slowly dissipated. Zhuo Fan’s brow was locked, finally sporting a serious face.

[Almost there!]

“Humph, have you swung enough? My turn then.”

Snorting, the ever passive Zhuo Fan just stretched his hand and gripped Huangpu Qingyun’s wrist in a vise.

Bam!

A simple ordinary fist hit the man squarely in the belly and gave Huangpu Qingyun the feeling as if a mountain bore through. He then whistled through the air like a ragdoll.

Only to pass through dozens of buildings on his way and ending under a pile of rubble.

With one down, Zhuo Fan looked askance at the ever swinging 5th elder. One wing shifted and flowed along the hammer like a viper and latched onto his shoulder.

The other whipped him on the chest.

Bam!

With a thunderous sound that could only be made by a crumbling mountain, 5th elder flew into the air before smacking into the ground, leaving behind a deep hole.

When he staggered out of it, he slipped and fell down, spewing blood.

“Five… ribs broken!” 5th elder tried to bear through the pain as his brow was marred with cold sweat.

He had never suffered this much in his entire life as a body cultivator. Worse, just one thrash was all it took to break his five ribs.

Huangpu Qingyun faired no better. He got out of the rubble only to hit the dirt, and spat OUT blood five times; with pieces of flesh in the puddle.

Clutching his stomach, he was aware of the heavy wounds his organs suffered. But his shock of Zhuo Fan’s power trumped it.

He cultivated the Imperial Tyrant Body Art yet, couldn’t take even a punch?

The azure flame died from his forehead and Zhuo Fan eyed the two coldly. He lightly stepped out of the footprints he made and patronized, “I gave you not one, but two chances. It’s you who are too weak to make use of them. You ought to be convinced of your defeat by now. So it is only proper for me to take your lives.”

The crowd was in complete shock!

With the two of them being second young master of Regent Estate and 5th elder of Hell Valley, they may be beaten at every turn, but only they had the privilege of killing others whenever and however they wanted. It was not supposed to be not the other way around. It was as if their killer couldn’t give a rat’s ass about the seven houses’ retaliation.

But the crowd doubled back and wondered again, [Who is this man?]

Demon Zhuo Fan, killer of the insidious You Guiqi. So, why would he care if he messed with Hell Valley, again?

When one of the Seven Noble Houses was offended, what difference would it make if he added another?

This realization got the audience’s expectation to rise!

The Seven Noble Houses had no one to answer to for a thousand years, until now. This was perhaps a once in a lifetime chance to see the Seven Noble Houses finally being on the receiving end. It was high time they got what they deserved in full.

They masked the joy they felt, silently cheering.

[Grandmaster Zhuo, you’re our man! Kill them, kill them all…]

Besides, it had nothing to do with them anyway. It wasn’t like enjoying the show was a capital crime!

Zhuo Fan seemed to have heard their hearts and stepped towards Huangpu Qingyun with killing intent in his eyes.

Huangpu Qingyun was downright panicking, finally getting acquainted with the taste of fear for the very first time. He never saw someone as powerful as Zhuo Fan, nor one to have such a matching imposing flair.

Deep down, he began to feel like a meager ant waiting to be squished.

Sweating like a pig, Huangpu Qingyun fell backward with a mask of fear and not even trying to put on a token of resistance.