Chapter 466 - Killing People Like Cutting Grass
Chen Fan ignored the overwhelming auras of the twenty-three Core Formation realm experts, his indifferent gaze sweeping across them. His icy voice echoed. “Is that all?”
Boom!
The crowd felt as if their heads were about to explode.
What did Chen Fan mean by that?
Were over twenty Core Formation realm experts fighting him in tandem not enough?
“Nangong Clan, follow me!” ordered Nangong Xuan. Immediately, everyone except the Moon Bloodline members stood up, their auras surging.
Nangong Xuan’s decision to attack Chen Fan had decided the path for the entire Nangong Clan. They had no choice but to stand on the Qin Clan’s side now.
Although Chen Fan possessed tremendous individual strength, capable of defeating anyone here, could he survive if so many Core Formation realm experts attacked him together?
As for the repercussions from the Spring Autumn Sect, would they punish them all? After all, experts from many clans apart from the Qin Clan were joining the fight to deal with Chen Fan.
“Nangong Baxiong, why aren’t you making a move!” Nangong Ling shouted coldly when he saw Nangong Baxiong and the other Moon Bloodline members not joining the fight.
A look of sorrow appeared in Nangong Baxiong’s eyes. He glanced at Nangong Xuan and said, “Grand Elder, this is the last time I’ll call you that. From now on, I, Nangong Baxiong, represent the Moon Bloodline and declare our separation from the Nangong Clan! Twenty years ago, I was powerless to help my own sister. Today, I refuse to join you in attacking my own nephew!”
Nangong Baxiong’s declaration made Nangong Xuan and the others’ expressions become incomparably ugly.
“Hahahaha, excellent. Uncle, after I get rid of all these people and cleanse the Nangong Clan, you will lead the entire Nangong Clan.” Chen Fan laughed out loud, undaunted by all the Core Formation realm experts surrounding him.
Nangong Baxiong smiled helplessly and bitterly at Chen Fan’s words, unable to respond.
You brat, can't you see the situation you're in?
“What about you people?” Chen Fan’s gaze shifted to the clans that had participated in hunting down Chen Zhengqing. “I can give you a chance as well. If you step in and deal with the Qin Clan, I’ll consider it atonement for your past sins!”
“Zhu Han, think carefully. This little bastard is as good as dead!” Nangong Ling warned.
Swish, swish, swish.
His Wings of Rain Dragon spread open, and gusts of wind swept through. Like a phantom, he disappeared and reappeared before an expert from the Qin Clan.
This person did not even have the time to react before an iron spear pierced his head.
“Quick, attack, he’s over there!”
However, Chen Fan was like a gust of wind. He would move, a head would fly up, and then a blood fountain would erupt from a headless corpse.
These people were simply powerless to resist; they couldn’t even react to his movements.
Still, they gathered their strength and channeled their qi, preparing to launch attacks on Chen Fan.
“Damn it, he is...” As two Core Formation realm experts from the Qin Clan tried to shout, an iron spear pierced through their chests out of the blue. They died instantly, and their corpses exploded.
“You...” Qin Wudi was furious, smoke rising from his orifices. In a brief moment, several of the Qin Clan’s experts had been killed.
However, the only response Qin Wudi got was a stab from Chen Fan’s iron spear. Another third-level Core Formation realm expert from the Qin Clan exploded in the air.
“Did you think you could match me with more people? How ridiculous! I’ll show you what strength and despair truly mean!” Wielding his iron spear, Chen Fan moved through the crowd as if he were taking a stroll, as fast as lightning, taking one life after another.
“You damned little bastard, die! Wind Thunder Break!” Qin Wudi’s eyes turned bloodshot. His aura spewed out from his skull, rushing to the skies. Suddenly, all the Qin Clan’s buildings shook continuously. A terrifying saber light came slashing at Chen Fan.
However, Chen Fan easily dodged the attack with a flash.
With a swish, Qin Wudi’s attack split a Core Formation realm expert from the Nangong Clan. A rain of blood fell.
Meanwhile, Chen Fan disappeared and appeared in front of Zhu Han.
Puchi!
He thrust his spear, and it pierced Zhu Han’s true primeval like butter. Deep remorse appeared in his eyes.
Chen Fan didn’t waver in the slightest. He continued moving around, continuing his killing spree.
Core Formation realm experts fell one after another, like cutting grass at night.