Super War God in the City

Ling Fan's face was composed, his expression void of any emotion, and despite the calm tone of his voice, the people around him felt an intangible pressure.

Duan Chun's previously disdainful and dismissive look had turned into complete terror. Confronted with Ling Fan's direct naming, he remained indifferent, his mind blank, his breathing rapid.

Long Tianyu stood with his mouth open, unable to utter a single syllable, as if a coin were stuck in his throat, swallowing saliva with difficulty, his face as pale as paper, unable to accept the scene before him.

The excitement on Tan Hao's face slowly faded, replaced by panic and unease.

"How is this possible? Could it be that the old man is not a Grandmaster Realm expert?" Tan Hao muttered to himself, his eyes filled with a color of disbelief that resembled ash.

Tan Tian Lei looked confused. This scene was completely different from what he had imagined, and his heart couldn't accept it at the moment!

"How can this be, impossible, absolutely impossible..." Tan Tian Lei mumbled to himself, his eyes soulless.

Xu Sicong, who had been gearing up to vent his emotions, almost ran out of breath, his face turning from green to purple, "I... I knew that this scourge was wicked by nature, it really is as expected!"

Sang Zhigang clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white, Ling Fan's displayed power had shocked him.

The members of the Dragon-Slaying Business Association, crippled and wounded, didn't dare to utter a sound anymore.

Peng Xiong took a deep breath, his heart shocked. What exactly is this guy's background, he thought, I'll have to ask that brat Peng Ming later.

If Peng Ming could really get on good terms with this person in the future, his position as the successor of the Tianlong Business Association would be secure, and he wouldn't fear any disloyalty or rebellion from those below him.

"Heh heh, you old immortelle, you weren't happy when I warned you earlier, now you know how high the sky and how deep the earth is, huh!" Peng Ming murmured to himself, looking at the old man with white hair lying far away, exhaling more than inhaling.

"Old man, I've always respected my elders and cared for the young. Rest assured, I'll take good care of your body. My big yellow dog hasn't had meat for several days, and on the seventh day of your death, I'll burn you more offerings, so don't worry about not having money to spend on the other side!"

This remark left the onlookers exchanging glances, a chill running down their backs. This was a rhythm to feed the dogs, not even letting a man die in peace!

Kern and Linda exchanged a helpless look, Peng Ming was always quick with his tongue, infuriating people without paying with his life.

However, their gaze towards Ling Fan became more solemn. Through the brief exchange before, Kern had discerned that Ling Fan's cultivation was still as formidable as it was two years ago!

It seemed that the Eight-Nation Alliance had not caused substantial harm to Beiming, which added to the difficulty of him obtaining the list. If only he could handcuff Ling Beiming directly and interrogate him, that would be wonderful!

Yet, this was just a wishful thought for him, and what he needed to do now was to figure out how to please Ling Fan and gain his favor.

At this moment, the old man lying on the ground felt as if his spirit had dissipated; Ling Fan's palm had completely shattered his thoughts!

After decades of arduous meditation and insight in the deep mountains, a revered Grandmaster Realm expert was rendered handicapped by an unknown young man in the Secular World, how could he bear it?

His chaotic thoughts were accompanied by the sensation of his internal injuries, which left him feeling even more desolate. Ling Fan's palm had not only shattered his bones but also severed his meridians, causing his organs to shift out of place.

If he were not treated promptly, he would surely die today; even if he were to recover, he would likely be incapacitated. The old man's face showed deep sorrow, thinking of the many storms he had weathered in his life, only to end up broken like this.

Especially after hearing Peng Ming's words, his face instantly flushed red, even contorting to a purplish hue, at the thought of not only losing his life but also enduring such humiliation after death, rage filled his heart.

"You... you scoundrel... unreasonable..." Before the old man could finish his sentence, he let out a spurt of essence blood and suddenly breathed his last—angered to death by Peng Ming. Find adventures on My Virtual Library Empire

The onlookers were astonished— was this actually happening...?

Unable to help himself, Peng Ming exclaimed, "Damn, seriously? With that weak of a mentality, and he still ventured into society?"

Then, as if something dawned on him, "Holy shit, boss, isn't he a Grandmaster Realm expert? Damn, I actually angered a Grandmaster Realm expert to death, haha!"@@novelbin@@

Ling Fan, seeing the situation, felt a bit of a headache. This guy really had some nerve, still able to laugh after narrowly escaping being slapped to death just a moment ago.

Peng Xiong's face turned dark beside him, pondering if it would really be reliable to hand over the Tianlong Gang to this kid in the future? The steadiness that Ling Fan radiated, how come this brat hadn't picked up even a slight degree of it!

"Hehe, Kern, when you go back to the organization, you can boast to those new greenhorns. I, Xiao Fei, am a legendary figure capable of infuriating a Grandmaster Realm expert to death!" Peng Ming chuckled with a sneer.

He had recognized Kern and Linda as soon as they appeared—they were Hell Idlers' boss and second boss, respectively. It would have been strange if he hadn't known them.

As for himself, they were all members of Hell Idlers and had dealt with each other quite a lot.

Although they did not know each other's true identities, they could still recognize each other's codenames in Hell Idlers upon meeting. Surely, Kern and Linda had already recognized him.

Upon hearing this, Kern laughed awkwardly, not knowing how to respond.

Xiao Chubing and the other women were once again deeply shocked by Ling Fan's power, feeling that what they knew about this man was really just the tip of the Ice Mountain!

Every time a little was unveiled, they found that behind it lay many more unknown secrets waiting to be explored.

He was a man as profound as an abyss, always unconsciously drawing you in, making you want to keep getting closer, to keep understanding!

The onlookers had become utterly silent, wanting to say something but finding themselves incapable of expressing a single word.

Facing Ling Fan, they were struck dumb, the impact he had on everyone was like a massive tidal wave, completely overwhelming and submerging them in the sea.

"Did you go deaf when this young master was speaking? I was inviting you to come out, didn't you hear clearly?" Ling Fan looked directly at Duan Chun, speaking again.

"Hiss~"

"Huff~"

Duan Chun inhaled and exhaled, his body trembling from the shock of Ling Fan's words, as his blank spirit finally regained a trace of thought, and he gulped down saliva, daring not to respond to Ling Fan!

The death of Uncle Duan was not what truly made him wary of Ling Fan. As the third heir of the Heavenly Vein elite talents, his true strength was not weaker than the old man's, and was perhaps even a bit stronger.

But in his conscience, he admitted that he could definitely not incapacitate Uncle Duan with a casual palm strike like Ling Fan did, and also, Ling Fan's attack just now was clearly not his full strength.

Weighing the pros and cons in his heart, after much thought, even if he took action, he would definitely not be a match for the youth before him.

"It seems this guy dares to claim himself as Qiao Yuchan's fiancé not out of vanity but rather confidence, arrogance, and real ability. Today was an eye-opener!" Duan Chun bitterly muttered to himself, unwilling to admit it, but indeed he had suffered a setback today.

With this thought, Duan Chun took another deep breath and said with a hoarse voice, "Today I, Duan Chun, admit defeat. Let's end it here, and I will not interfere with your affairs anymore!"

"Young Master Duan backed down?" Long Tianyu's gaze was dull, his face pale.

The hall fell silent, everyone quietly watching the two of them.

"Hehe!" Ling Fan glanced at Duan Chun and let out a light laugh.

"I say, are you mistaken about the situation? End it here?

Did I say I would let you go? It seems you don't quite understand the concept of the victor being the king and the loser the foe. Do I need to teach you?" Ling Fan spoke indifferently, with a look of disdain.

"You..." Duan Chun, upon hearing this, instantly widened his eyes, his body shaking, 'you' long-stretched but unable to utter the second word.