Chapter 463 - Nangong Xuan’s Choice

Chapter 463 - Nangong Xuan’s Choice

Chen Fan's words had sent another shockwave through the crowd.

Was Chen Fan threatening Nangong Xuan?

All eyes turned to Nangong Xuan, curious about his response. The corners of Nangong Xuan's eyes twitched fiercely on his withered face. His stern gaze met Chen Fan’s gaze. An aura awakened within him, like a slumbering lion suddenly roaring to life.

As the Nangong Clan’s grand elder, Nangong Xuan held the highest authority and possessed the strongest cultivation, at the seventh level.

Such a level made him a top-tier expert across the entire imperial city. A mere stomp from him could leave others trembling. Even in a sect like the Spring Autumn Sect, he would be considered an absolute powerhouse.

Nangong Baxiong shouted from the side, “Grand Elder...”

He didn’t know what Nangong Xuan would choose. If he picked the Qin Clan, what should their Moon Bloodline do?

He was torn between his clan and his nephew.

Nangong Xuan ignored Nangong Baxiong. His sharp gaze remained fixed on Chen Fan as if trying to see through him.

“No need to look at me like that. I only gave you a choice because my mother is a member of your clan. Given that you ordered her house arrest, I would have killed you right away if you were anyone else,” Chen Fan said plainly.

He talked like Nangong Xuan was just an ordinary guy, and he had only let the grand elder live on account of Nangong Yue.

Hearing such bold words from Chen Fan, many people's eyes twitched with disbelief.

Even if he was Spring Autumn Sect’s Chen Fan, he had only killed a sixth-level expert in that life-and-death fight. Nangong Xuan, on the other hand, was an expert at the seventh level. The gap between them was enormous.

Nangong Ling said, “Grand Elder, you mustn’t spare this little bastard. It’s our Nangong Qingshuang wedding day. We’ll lose all face if we allow him to cause trouble like this. If you side with him, what will the Qin Clan think?”

“Tell me, what’s your decision? Of course, this trash’s life hinges on your decision,” Chen Fan said lightly, deciding Nangong Zhao’s fate in a few sentences.

Nangong Zhao was cursing inside. By now, it was clear that this Chen Fan was indeed the one from the Spring Autumn Sect. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be acting so arrogantly, disregarding an expert at the fifth level.

He wanted to retreat, but an invisible pressure descended, rooting him to his place. Chen Fan’s light voice rang in his ear. “You’d better not move, or you’ll die immediately!”

Sweat poured down Nangong Zhao's face as he stood frozen in place.

Nangong Xuan stared fixedly at Chen Fan, and suddenly made a move!

“......”

The crowd was astonished by Chen Fan’s strength, but they still thought that Chen Fan was courting death.

“Grand Elder!” Nangong Baxiong shouted with complicated feelings. He had anticipated this outcome, yet it was still hard to accept.

He understood why Nangong Xuan made this decision. Supporting Chen Fan would mean fully offending the Qin Clan.

Chen Fan had walked into an inescapable trap. No matter how powerful he was, he couldn't match the Qin Clan.

Thus, Nangong Xuan made that choice.

Chen Fan stepped forward, and his aura erupted. His seventh-level aura covered heaven and earth, shrouding all directions.

“Have you thought it through, Qin Wudi? Is it crippling your cultivation, or is it the annihilation of your clan?”

Everyone felt difficulty breathing, trembling under Chen Fan’s aura.

“Seventh level of the Core Formation realm!”

“Woah... Seventh level! It’s unbelievable. How old is he? Twenty, maybe? A twenty-year-old at the seventh level of the Core Formation realm...”

Countless people were shaken.

“Everyone, my father and I are here today to settle our scores. Those not involved should leave now, or you might get caught in the chaos!” Chen Fan's voice echoed powerfully.

Clatter, clatter...

Countless people rushed out of the Qin Clan mansion immediately.

Currently, the fight between Chen Fan and the Qin Clan was like a battle of immortals, so ordinary people would only suffer. They didn’t want to be swept up in the chaos and meet an untimely death.

Naturally, Qin Wudi wouldn’t, nor could he, stop them.

His icy gaze fell on Chen Fan. A terrifying aura erupted, sweeping the heavens. Slicing noises rang out in space.

A sharp saber intent emanated from Qin Wudi, like a divine sword emerging to cleanse the world with a bloodbath.