Chapter 141: No Matter How Many People There Are, They Are Still Trash

Damn it, they're surrounding us. I have to hang up now. With that, Zhang Xiaofan abruptly ended the call, while Xia Shihan looked at him with a gaze full of curiosity.

Who on earth was he calling? It sounded terribly impressive.

She had no idea that this was the very source of Zhang Xiaofan's confidence to trample upon the young master of the Feng family. Otherwise, would he be an absolute fool to single-handedly challenge the Feng family, especially when they had such a colossal backing as the Qin family?

Do not step out of the car. Stay right here while I go down and deal with them, Zhang Xiaofan said to Xia Shihan.

Have you lost your mind? There are literally hundreds of them out there! Xia Shihan blurted out anxiously, You need to start the car and run right now!

Run? These mere shrimps are enough to make me run? Zhang Xiaofan gave a faint, cool smile, picked up the blood-red long saber from the back seat, and stepped directly out of the vehicle. Stay inside and watch, he told Xia Shihan.

With that, he closed the car door and locked it securely.

He licked his lips. There was no doubt these people belonged to the Feng family, for he had already spotted Venom Scorpion and Mubai.

Brat, for offending our Feng family, tonight shall be your day of death. Venom Scorpion's expression was now chillingly stern, as if he intended to repay every ounce of humiliation Zhang Xiaofan had previously inflicted upon him in full tonight.

Punk, to dare humiliate the eldest young master of the Feng family, you are truly courting death without a doubt. You can fight, but do you seriously believe you will survive tonight? Mubai also spoke with a cold and fierce tone.

Heh... Zhang Xiaofan stood carrying the blood-red saber, utterly unconcerned and composed, then slowly said, I remember telling you before, if you want revenge, don't send a bunch of useless trash over. That is nothing short of courting death. No matter how many people there are, they are mere scum...

Such arrogant nonsense!

Mubai let out a cold shout, then violently swung his hand downward: Charge! Kill him, and the reward is ten million. For those severely injured, the Feng family will provide for your wives, children, and elderly parents. For those who die, one million will be given to your families. For those who survive unharmed, a bonus of half a million each!

At Mubai's echoing command, the crowd surged forward toward Zhang Xiaofan without hesitation. Men die for wealth just as birds die for food—this old saying proved truer than ever.

These men were desperate outlaws; if they died, their families could live a comfortable life, and if they survived, there were generous bonuses awaiting them. Furthermore, the one who managed to slay the young man before them would be rewarded with ten million. Thus, at this very moment, they completely cast aside all thoughts of life and death.

Zhang Xiaofan gripped the blood-red long saber tightly, causing it to emit a buzzing vibration. His gaze turned icy cold in an instant. This night was destined to be another night of slaughter. Let his journey to Kyoto begin right here, right now!

Zhang Xiaofan's body surged forward into the crowd. The blood-red saber flashed with a dazzling crimson glare; although this precious blade was not a divine artifact, it was still vastly superior to ordinary weapons.

Charging at the very front was a burly man in his thirties, who swung his blade directly at Zhang Xiaofan's head with murderous intent, clearly aiming to take his life in a single strike.

Facing such a vast multitude while needing to conserve his stamina as much as possible, Zhang Xiaofan relied on evasion whenever feasible.

His footwork was as light as a feather, his body moving like a phantom as he effortlessly sidestepped the incoming blade.

Go die. The moment you chose this path, you should have been prepared for this very second... A low hum escaped his lips as the edge of the blood-red long saber swept across the opponent's neck.

Perhaps the movement was simply too fast, for it was only after Zhang Xiaofan's figure had already glided past that a stream of blood suddenly burst from the throat. The middle-aged man's eyes widened in horror before he collapsed with lingering resentment.

This middle-aged man wore ordinary attire and even possessed the demeanor of an honest, hardworking soul. Yet, regardless of any of that, now that he had stepped onto this path, Zhang Xiaofan would not show the slightest shred of mercy.

Because at this moment, showing mercy to them would be the height of cruelty toward himself.

Having dispatched the middle-aged man with a single stroke, Zhang Xiaofan plunged straight into the fray like a fierce tiger!

With a flick of the blood-red saber in his hand, he whipped up a streak of crimson light, cleanly severing the arm of a nearby man who had raised a machete to hack at him.

A miserable howl instantly erupted from the man's mouth, followed immediately by Zhang Xiaofan's saber plunging straight into his chest.

Then, exerting force through both legs, Zhang Xiaofan used the blade to push the man steadily forward, instantly knocking a whole group behind him sprawling to the ground.

With a fierce yank, he withdrew the saber, drawing a soaring arc of blood, and then swept the weapon in a semi-circular slash. Several men who rushed in from the side instantly had their carotid arteries sliced open.

Both hands clutching the gaping wounds on their throats, they stared in utter terror before collapsing limply to the ground.

From the very first casualty to this point, less than ten seconds had elapsed, yet Zhang Xiaofan had already slain eight or nine men!

Yet still, wave after wave of people continued to charge forward relentlessly—such was the hypnotic allure of money...

Zhang Xiaofan's expression remained cold and stern. At this moment, there was no room for the slightest leniency, nor did he feel a single trace of guilt. With every flash of the blade, another life fell, while his own body continued to weave through the crowd like a ghostly apparition.

Not a single one of these men could even graze the hem of his garment. This was the fundamental gap between a martial cultivator and ordinary mortals.

Standing at the rear of the crowd, Mubai and Venom Scorpion watched the continuous collapse of their men, shock visibly written across both of their faces. Is this truly something a youth of seventeen or eighteen years old is capable of achieving?

This person is practically a demon, cutting down men as easily as slicing tofu...

If this keeps up, all these men are going to be slaughtered... And these represent the elite forces of the Feng family... Mubai said in a low, grim voice.

However, the eldest young master issued a strict order to the death: even if every single one of them dies, this brat must be eliminated, Venom Scorpion replied.

This person's combat prowess is formidable, and right now, he isn't even utilizing his true strength as a martial cultivator. He is conserving his stamina with incredible efficiency. Did you notice? Not a single movement he makes when killing is wasted, observed Mubai.

It seems we have no choice but to enter the fray ourselves... Perhaps only you, Brother Mubai, can pose a threat to him... Venom Scorpion said helplessly.

The self-assurance he held earlier had completely vanished into thin air. Compared to Zhang Xiaofan's terrifying efficiency in killing, he felt no different from a mere child.

No... We still have firearms. Mubai's expression turned fierce. He strode over to a nearby vehicle, opened the trunk, and retrieved two firearms.

They were a pair of Desert Eagles!

These rounds have been specially modified and are designed specifically to deal with martial cultivators, possessing immense explosive force. As long as we can hit his head, he will die without a doubt, Mubai said coldly.

He tossed one of the Desert Eagles to Venom Scorpion and instructed, You aim for his head, and I will fire two consecutive shots, each targeting his potential evasion routes on either side.

Agreed! Venom Scorpion nodded, a freezing murderous intent surging within his eyes.

Raising their Desert Eagles, the two men took dead aim.

Three...

Mubai began his countdown.

Two...

One...

As the final word fell, their fingers pulled the triggers simultaneously, and three consecutive gunshots rang out almost as one!

The bullets crossed the distance in an instant. A sudden sense of hair-raising dread gripped Zhang Xiaofan, and his gaze turned razor-sharp as he spotted the three incoming projectiles.

He merely sneered at the two anticipated bullets meant to block his escape; his opponents assumed he would instinctively dodge the one heading straight for his head. But did he really need to evade a bullet?

In a split second, the blood-red long saber was jerked upward. A brilliant burst of sparks flashed, followed by the metallic chime of bullets striking the blade.

Unquestionably, even though these rounds had undergone heavy special modification, they still failed to pierce through the blood-red long saber.

They left nothing more than faint, shallow scratches upon its surface.

Meanwhile, the two predicting bullets roared past empty air, blowing away the heads of two lackeys standing further behind.

They really came fully prepared...

Zhang Xiaofan naturally recognized the destructive power of these firearms; if he allowed himself to be treated like a stationary target, he would find himself at a severe disadvantage.

With a sudden burst of speed, he leaped high into the air, lightly tapping off the heads of several men before hurtling straight toward Mubai and Venom Scorpion.

Utterly horrified, Mubai and Venom Scorpion frantically pulled their triggers, emptying their Desert Eagles at Zhang Xiaofan in rapid succession.

The blood-red long saber in Zhang Xiaofan's grip seemed to spring to life, weaving dazzling crimson arcs that batted away the incoming bullets one by one.

Swish!

Under Venom Scorpion's eyes wide with sheer terror, the blood-red saber in Zhang Xiaofan's hand pierced straight through his chest as fresh blood spurted forth.

Zhang Xiaofan wrenched the blade free, kicked Venom Scorpion flying with a brutal snap of his leg, and immediately slashed toward Mubai.

At that exact instant, a streak of blade-light came hurtling directly toward his back, targeting him with lethal precision. For a fraction of a second, Zhang Xiaofan felt his scalp tingle with dread; this sneak attack from behind inflicted a profound sense of mortal peril upon him.