Chapter Forty-Seven: A Single Slash to Sever a Hundred Channels

"Wing, you truly have grown up!" Old Zhang Seven listened to Zhang Wing's methodical analysis and couldn't help but praise him.

"There is no such thing as growing or not growing. I want revenge, but there is only one chance, so I hope to ensure absolute victory," Zhang Wing replied, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold smile, a chilling light flashing in his eyes.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he gathered up all his emotions and gazed into the forest ahead, falling silent.

Old Zhang Seven and ten other masters of the Hundred Apertures Vitality Realm stood around Zhang Wing, also watching the woods before them.

Step.

Step.

Step...

Footsteps echoed, and soon a handsome youth, just over one meter seventy tall, emerged from the forest ahead.

His frame was somewhat slender, draped in a snow-white robe, with a long blade at his waist sheathed in a pristine white scabbard.

The youth's expression remained calm. Upon seeing their group of dozens, he walked straight toward them, undeterred by their strength, his pace unwavering. Alone, he stopped within several meters of them.

His white robe blended with the snow-covered ground, only his long, flowing hair cascading to his waist behind him.

His features were delicate, his eyes resembling stars—not as dazzling, but possessing their profound depth. He simply stood before them, returning their gaze.

He showed neither fear nor anxiety, his demeanor remarkably composed.

"What a graceful young man!"

Even as their enemy, they had to admire the youth's calm poise. Confronted by so many powerful figures, he dared to approach alone and so closely, showing no sign of unease.

In their eyes, such a youth was either a madman, or possessed extraordinary bearing and confidence.

"So you are Lin Fan? I have underestimated you. I thought you would bring experts with you, but you came alone. Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" Zhang Wing narrowed his eyes, unable to fathom what confidence Lin Fan had to come alone. Wasn't this a reckless act leading to certain death?

No matter how strong Lin Fan was in the Qi Induction Realm, even given his previous beating of Qin Longyue, when he demanded three million silver from the Zhang family, he should have realized they would not let him go easily.

When they exchanged, the Zhangs would seize any opportunity to kill him.

The Zhangs would certainly send at least a mid-stage Vitality Realm expert, not just an early-stage one, since the early-stage only opened sixteen apertures.

If Lin Fan had someone capable of killing a ten-aperture Vitality Realm master, that would mean either a peak early-stage or a mid-stage Vitality Realm expert.

If the Zhangs wanted to deal with him, they would certainly send at least a mid-stage Vitality Realm expert. Lin Fan could not have failed to anticipate this, yet he still came, and alone.

Zhang Wing was baffled—did Lin Fan believe he could contend with mid-stage Vitality Realm masters?

"If I said I was afraid, would you spare me?" Lin Fan retorted, his once calm gaze now tinged with curiosity as he looked at Zhang Wing. "Is your head filled with water? Oh, you don't understand that—it's another way to say your brain is broken. You actually ask such a stupid question!"

"You—!" Hearing Lin Fan's words, Zhang Wing was instantly angered. He had admired Lin Fan's composure, but any trace of respect vanished at those words.

"Negative emotion value from Zhang Wing: +999!"

Zhang Wing took a deep breath and asked Lin Fan, "Enough nonsense—where are Zhang Yuan and Zhang Zhen?"

"Oh, right here," Lin Fan replied, pulling out two ornate boxes from his storage ring, each about thirty centimeters in length, height, and width, and tossed them to Zhang Wing.

"Second Master, be careful—it could be a trick!" Before Zhang Wing could move, one of his ten guards leaped forward, striking the boxes from the air with a controlled burst of energy, causing them to fall into the snow.

As the boxes landed, their lids slid open, revealing two large heads that rolled onto the snowy ground, leaving crimson trails—none other than Zhang Yuan and Zhang Zhen.

"How dare you! You actually killed two direct descendants of my Zhang family!" Seeing the heads, Zhang Wing felt a surge of joy within, but his expression turned icy, his face cold as winter.

Lin Fan remained unmoved. "So what if I killed them? Not only will I kill them, but I will wipe out your Zhang family!"

"Insolent brat! What strength do you possess to wipe out my Zhang family? A mere Qi Induction Realm—watch as I butcher you!" The guard who had struck down the boxes shouted, charging toward Lin Fan.

He understood the Second Master's intentions regarding Zhang Yuan and Zhang Zhen—their deaths were actually beneficial. Even if they had rescued them, they would have taken the chance to kill Lin Fan and then eliminate Zhang Yuan and Zhang Zhen, pocketing the three million silver.

Now Lin Fan had killed them himself, showing great audacity. With such a blood feud, even if the Zhang family attacked Lin Family in Xiao North City, the Xiao family could hardly object.

Originally, they wanted to kill Zhang Yuan and Zhang Zhen and frame Lin Fan. Now, though they couldn't fathom Lin Fan's reckless boldness, it suited their plans perfectly—far better than framing. No matter how carefully a crime is concealed, traces remain.

As the saying goes, "If you want no one to know, don't do it." In other words, once something is done, no matter how hidden, it may still be discovered, however unlikely.

Now, with the framing unnecessary, as long as Lin Fan was killed, everything would be foolproof.

Boom!

The guard shouted and charged at Lin Fan, his vital energy surging, swinging his hand—a giant energy hand rushed at Lin Fan.

A cruel smile played at his lips. In his mind, since Lin Fan hadn’t brought any experts, he was doomed.

As a Hundred Aperture master, he was just eight apertures away from breaking through to the Meridian Realm. Against a mere Qi Induction Realm, it was like a dragon crushing a fly—utterly incomparable.

He was over a hundred times stronger than a newly advanced Vitality Realm expert, who in turn was vastly superior to an early Qi Induction Realm cultivator.

There was simply no comparison.

"Butcher me? You're not qualified," Lin Fan said coldly as the Hundred Aperture Vitality Realm master charged at him, a giant energy hand dozens of meters wide reaching for him.

If it struck, any ordinary Qi Induction Realm would be smashed to pieces.

But Lin Fan was no ordinary Qi Induction Realm master.

He was something else entirely.

Lin Fan uttered a cold shout, and in that instant, his once calm eyes flashed with brilliance. His hand, unnoticed before, was already resting on the hilt of his blade.

"You should thank me—letting you say one more word is my mercy," Lin Fan's voice dropped to a whisper.

At that moment, Old Zhang Seven, standing with Zhang Wing, suddenly shouted at the guard rushing toward Lin Fan, "Careful—!"

"Careful? Careful of what?" The guard was puzzled by Seven Uncle's warning.

But the next instant, a snow-white blade flashed like lightning, splitting the world before his eyes in two.

Then, the blade light vanished as if it had never appeared.

Thud—

The guard's body fell to the ground, quivering twice before lying still, blood soaking the snow. Even in death, he never knew how he died.

If only he were aware.

If only he were a bystander...

He would have seen that his lifeless body had been cleaved from the crown of his head straight down to his hips, cleanly split in two—no hesitation, no lingering.

"How powerful!"

"Too strong—what realm is he at?"

"....."

At that moment, seeing the guard dead, Zhang Wing's remaining nine subordinates grew solemn.

When the blade flashed, their scalps tingled, a strong sense of life-and-death crisis overwhelming them.

Had they been in the guard's place, they would have been equally powerless—split in two, dying miserably.

Though they served the Second Master, there was no real camaraderie among them; sometimes, they competed. The fallen guard had acted first only to impress the Second Master.

If he had hesitated, any one of them might have acted—and, thinking of this, they shuddered inwardly.

If they had indeed rushed ahead, then the one lying on the ground now would have been...

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