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What! They dismissed Niu Han as if he were nothing?

Hearing Niu Han's words, Xiong Wenchang and Zhao Quan, who already had numerous questions in their minds, were almost scared to death.

Who is Niu Han? He's a genuine Half-Step Martial King!

Such a figure, if placed within the Central Plains, is absolutely a super powerhouse, revered by thousands wherever he goes, and even the masters of Super Family Clans and the wealthy must treat him with the utmost respect in his presence.

Who could have imagined that Niu Han, such a supreme figure, would actually kneel before the unknown Ye Fan, kowtow three times, and let Ye Fan dismiss him as if he were nothing?

Stunned! Xiong Wenchang was dumbfounded, Zhao Quan was dumbfounded, and so were their henchmen!

Even Zhuang Jingwen's beautiful eyes were filled with infinite stupefaction.

Others didn't know what was going on, but only Ye Fan knew why Niu Han had knelt before him and begged for mercy.

Staring at Niu Han, Ye Fan asked, "If I'm not mistaken, you must know some secret technique for holding your breath, right?" Stay tuned to My Virtual Library Empire

"Mr. Ye, I did acquire a Turtle Breathing Technique many years ago, which allows one to not breathe for a prolonged period of time," Niu Han answered truthfully.

In an effort to save himself, Niu Han said obsequiously, "If Mr. Ye needs it, I would be very happy to gift the Turtle Breathing Technique to Mr. Ye!"

"It seems you're not as foolish as your cousin!" Ye Fan scoffed.

Humiliated by Ye Fan, Xiong Wenchang was infuriated.

He stood up and quickly approached Niu Han, asking in disbelief, "Cousin, what in the world are you doing? You do realize that you're a genuine Half-Step Martial King, a person of great standing. Why would you kneel to him? Cousin, have you lost your mind?"

In Xiong Wenchang's eyes, Ye Fan was young and, though skilled, could not possibly be a match for his cousin Niu Han!

"Brother Han, what exactly is going on?" Zhao Quan, covering his face, also asked in confusion.

"Do you know who Mr. Ye is?"

Looking at the bewildered Xiong Wenchang and Zhao Quan, Niu Han's expression was extremely serious.

Xiong Wenchang asked subconsciously, "Cousin, who is he?"

"Have you heard about the battle by Yanming Lake this morning?" Niu Han asked gravely.

Xiong Wenchang exclaimed in astonishment, "The battle by Yanming Lake? Which battle?"

Xiong Wenchang was a layabout, not even an Ancient Martial Artist. With Niu Han mentioning it, he was clueless, completely unaware of what had happened at Yanming Lake that morning.

"The battle at Yanming Lake today?" Zhao Quan's face changed instantly.

Xiong Wenchang might not know about it, but Zhao Quan, as an Ancient Martial Artist, was well aware.

He had heard that this morning, Chen Longpeng, the number one expert from East Sea, had brought a large contingent to Central Plains to challenge a young man named Ye Fan.

While everyone thought Chen Longpeng would easily kill this Ye Fan, against all odds, the young man Ye Fan showed formidable prowess, unafraid even of Chen Longpeng's famous move, the Thirteen Life-Claiming Spears, and ultimately killed this superstar Chen Longpeng.

Moreover, a powerful figure from the Imperial Capital Ye Family, Xiong Yibing, emerged. His combat power was almost equal to Chen Longpeng's, yet he too was slain by Ye Fan.

This event had caused a huge stir in Central Plains City, and Zhao Quan had learned of it by the morning. He had never imagined such a ruthless person existed within the Central Plains.

Xiong Wenchang curiously turned to Zhao Quan and asked, "Brother Quan, was there a big battle at Yanming Lake this morning?"

"There was a big battle!"

Zhao Quan said solemnly, "This morning, a guy named Ye Fan killed two Martial Kings at Yanming Lake, creating a huge commotion!"

"What? A guy named Ye Fan killed two Martial Kings?" Xiong Wenchang was shocked.

Although Xiong Wenchang was unclear about the details, he could tell that this Ye Fan was an extremely fierce person.

His cousin Niu Han was merely a Half-Step Martial King, and this Ye Fan had actually killed two Martial Kings, enough to prove his extraordinary strength.

"Wait a minute!"

Suddenly realizing something, Xiong Wenchang looked at Ye Fan with horror and said, "My cousin just called you Mr. Ye? You... You couldn't be that Ye Fan, could you?"

"Congratulations, you've got it right!"

When Xiong Wenchang questioned him, Ye Fan revealed pearly white teeth with a heh-heh of a chuckle.

"What? You're Ye Fan?" Upon hearing this, Xiong Wenchang's body shuddered violently as if struck by electricity.

"You... you're actually Ye Fan?"

Realizing Ye Fan's true identity, Zhao Quan let out a cry of alarm, his vision darkening as he nearly fainted on the spot.

Just a moment ago, he had been wondering why Niu Han, a Half-Step Martial King, had knelt down to beg Ye Fan for mercy, and now Zhao Quan finally understood — the young man before him was none other than the one who had made a sensational stir that morning by Yanming Lake in the vast Central Plains.

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Zhao Quan could never have dreamt that the person before him was the very Ye Fan who had shaken Central Plains.

Ye Fan looked at the two men teasingly and said, "Surprised? Didn't see that coming?"

"You... you..."

Staring at Ye Fan's seemingly harmless face, both Xiong Wenchang and Zhao Quan were terrified.

Mr. Ye, what should we do with these two idiots?" Niu Han asked in a deep voice.

Now, in order to save his life, Niu Han was willing to be a blade in Ye Fan's hand, ready to kill anyone without hesitation at Ye Fan's command.

"Mr. Ye, spare our lives, Mr. Ye, please spare us!"

Realizing that Niu Han was ready to sacrifice them both to protect himself, desperation filled Xiong Wenchang's and Zhao Quan's eyes as they pleaded with Ye Fan.

Ye Fan, unmoved, said, "If I remember correctly, your name is Niu Han, right? Since Xiong Wenchang is your cousin, how about I leave him to you to deal with?"

"Leave him to me to deal with?" Niu Han was taken aback.

Ye Fan nodded solemnly, "Yes, it's up to you now!"

"Yes, Mr. Ye!" Niu Han responded respectfully.

He knew Ye Fan was testing him; if he couldn't satisfy Ye Fan, disaster would surely befall him.

The next moment, Niu Han got up from the ground, clenched his teeth and said to Xiong Wenchang, "You ignorant fool, how dare you offend Mr. Ye's authority, now crawl over here and apologize to Mr. Ye!"

"Apologize?"

Upon hearing this, Xiong Wenchang turned deathly pale, immediately thinking of asking for forgiveness through death.

Feeling the immense killing intent emanating from Niu Han, Xiong Wenchang trembled with dread and stammered, "Cousin, I'm your cousin, you can't kill me, you absolutely can't kill me!"

"Can't kill you? Hmph!"

Fixating on Xiong Wenchang, Niu Han said coldly, "Do you realize that the moment you offended Mr. Ye, you were destined to die tonight? Don't even think about struggling. In consideration that you are my cousin, I will make it quick for you!"

"No! Please, no!" Xiong Wenchang was terrified, his face as pale as paper.

Alas, now driven by the need to preserve his own life, Niu Han's killing intent towards Xiong Wenchang had been aroused.

If not for Xiong Wenchang, the imbecile, he wouldn't have encountered Ye Fan again and fallen into such dire straits.

As Niu Han stepped closer towards him, Xiong Wenchang, desperate, couldn't care less and with a clang, knelt before Ye Fan, knocking his head on the ground three times.

Immediately after, Xiong Wenchang looked at Ye Fan with panicked eyes and said, "Mr. Ye, spare my life, I beg you to spare my life! I was blind not to recognize Mount Tai, please give me a chance to mend my ways!"

"Sorry, I've already left your little life in your cousin's hands," Ye Fan said casually.

After that, Ye Fan looked at Niu Han with interest; he was curious to see how Niu Han would choose between Xiong Wenchang and saving his own life.

"Mr. Ye..."

Hearing Ye Fan's words, Xiong Wenchang nearly broke down in tears.

In desperation, Xiong Wenchang turned to Niu Han and begged, "Cousin, for the sake of our family ties, please give me one more chance. I was wrong, I truly realize my mistake! Just give me one chance, and I promise I'll turn over a new leaf!"

"Give you a chance? I've already given you three chances in a row, what were you doing?" Niu Han roared, frustrated like a blacksmith with a stubborn piece of iron.

Remembering how he had hinted Xiong Wenchang three times before and Xiong Wenchang had remained indifferent, even loudly demanding his own death, Niu Han was furious. Without further hesitation, he swung his hand down in a fierce slap towards Xiong Wenchang's crown.