Chapter 308 - Killing with a Breath

“I object!”

Xu Long and Xu Hu’s faces stiffened when Chen Fan objected.

The relaxed atmosphere tensed up once again.

Everyone shifted their gazes with difficulty to look at the speaker. They spotted a young figure emerging from the rear of the Yi Clan’s group. He walked to the front and stood beside Yi Qiushui.

“Who is he?”

"I can't recall anyone like him in the Yi Clan."

“Is this guy’s brain fried or something?”

“The Yi Clan is done for. This brat just came out of nowhere and is about to push them into an endless abyss.”

“......”

A wave of murmurs swept through the entire martial arts arena.

All eyes were on Chen Fan, eager to unravel the mystery behind his identity and his sudden intervention.

Chen Fan ignored them. He looked at Xu Long and Xu Hu and said, “With a face like that, how dare you dream of eating a white swan like Yi Qiushui? Why don’t you take a piss and look at your reflection? Do you think you’re worthy?”

“You know why I didn’t call you a toad? Because that would have been an insult to those beautiful beings. I can't fathom where you summon the audacity to appear in public looking like that. Don’t you know your looks scare people?”

Every word from Chen Fan’s mouth rumbled like thunder in the crowd’s ears, leaving them stunned, their minds buzzing.

What is this kid saying?

He’s insulting Xu Hu?

Although everyone from Thousand Waters City knew Xu Hu was ugly, who dared to say it to his face? Was he looking to die?

A hint of pity surfaced in the countless gazes looking at Chen Fan simultaneously. He would have to pay with his life for speaking his mind.

Would Xu Hu let this insult slide without consequences?

Three years ago, a foreign merchant stopped to rest at Thousand Waters City and encountered Xu Hu. Repulsed by Xu Hu's looks, the merchant vomited his last meal.

Xu Hu was enraged and crippled the foreign merchant’s cultivation. Then, he stripped the merchant naked, hung him up on the city’s gates, and sentenced the merchant to death by a thousand cuts.

The haunting screams of that foreign merchant still lingered in the memories of many.

It was common knowledge that Xu Hu, shaped by his unattractive appearance, had a dark personality and vented his frustrations on the young women of the city.

Over the years, Xu Hu had victimized at least eighty women, if not a hundred.

What he hated the most was others calling him ugly.

The crowd watched as Xu Hu's countenance contorted into a fiendish expression. An icy, murderous intent emanated from him, forming a storm that chilled the hearts of those in its reach.

The Yi Clan’s people, including Yi Jiuyang and Yi Qiushui, finally came to their senses. Their expressions darkened drastically.

“Patriarch Xu, this sinful beast is Chen Fan. He’s not from our Yi Clan. We’ll capture him immediately and let Young Master Xu Hu punish him as he wishes,” Yi Laoer said, casting a gaze at Chen Fan that seemed to say that he wanted to tear him apart.

“Yan’er, take him down. Waste his cultivation, cripple his limbs, then hand him over to Young Master Xu Hu.”

“Yes.” Yi Yan stepped forward. His seventh-level Qigong cultivation erupted, forming a fierce wind. His hand adopted the form of a claw, clawing at Chen Fan’s shoulder as an icy light flickered in his eyes.

“You little bastard, our Yi Clan was kind enough to take you in and let you recuperate from your injuries. Instead of showing gratitude, you bring calamity upon us! You deserve to die!” Yi Yan’s icy voice rang out. His fingers were like silver spears, brimming with primeval qi, producing hissing sounds.

Chen Fan had put the Yi Clan in a dangerous situation. They needed to capture Chen Fan and hand him over to Xu Hu to earn his forgiveness.

Chen Fan did not move, allowing Yi Yan to claw at him.

“Shatter!” Yi Yan shouted, his expression savage. His strength gushed out, trying to break Chen Fan’s shoulder.

However, once his claw grabbed Chen Fan's shoulder, no matter how much strength Yi Yan exerted, it felt like trying to crush a steel plate—utterly immovable.

“How is this possible?” Yi Yan was astonished.

He was at the seventh level of the Qigong realm, while Chen Fan was merely at the fifth level. Moreover, didn’t Chen Fan suffer heavy injuries? Breaking Chen Fan's shoulder with a claw should have been easy, but inexplicably, he couldn't budge him.

“Break!” Yi Yan roared, revolving his cultivation. A fierce wind swept away from him, whistling.

However, a miserable scream came from his mouth immediately.

Chen Fan shook. A terrifying force spread from him, shattering Yi Yan’s fingers.

“Ah, my hand, my hand...”

“Yan’er!” Yi Laoer’s expression sank. He rushed over like the wind, and his gaze became incomparably dark. He looked at Chen Fan and said, “You damnable little bastard, die!”

The wind and clouds stirred as soon as Yi Laoer struck. A powerful gust surged like waves, causing the martial arts arena to shake violently.

However, Chen Fan did not even raise his hand. He shouted coldly at Yi Laoer.

“Get lost!”

Pfft!

Despite Yi Laoer's aggressive approach, Chen Fan's shout sent him flying backward, spewing blood as if a mountain had crashed into him. Tables and chairs shattered into chaotic pieces amid the commotion.

Yi Jiuyang was about to move to stop Yi Laoer, but he paused abruptly, looking astonished.

“You...”

Yi Qiushui was also looking at Chen Fan, her beautiful eyes trembling, stunned beyond words.

He injured Yi Laoer, a Qi Grandmaster, with a shout. What kind of strength was that?

“Hoho, rest assured. With me around, no one can do a thing to you.” Chen Fan smiled at Yi Qiushui. He put his hands to his back and strode toward Xu Long and Xu Hu.

Xu Hu also looked astonished. His eyes flickered non-stop. Xu Long stared fixedly at the approaching Chen Fan, narrowing his eyes.

“Who are you?”

He could not see through Chen Fan’s cultivation.

Chen Fan was clearly in the fifth level of the Qigong realm, but he had broken Yi Yan’s palm with just a shake. Next, he had sent a Qi Grandmaster, Yi Laoer, flying with a shout—not even Xu Long could do it.

Chen Fan stood five meters away from the two. He smiled calmly and said, “That doesn’t matter. All you need to know is that Yi Qiushui saved my life, and you two tried to force my savior. Tell me, how should I deal with you?”

The Xu Clan members looked as if a great enemy had appeared before them. Xu Long said, “All of this is just a misunderstanding.”

“A misunderstanding?” Chen Fan chuckled lightly, shaking his head.

Xu Long’s gaze darkened and said, “I’m willing to apologize to the Yi Clan.”

“Apologize?” Chen Fan nodded and said, “Fine. Use both of your lives to apologize.”

Chen Fan opened his mouth and blew. A stream of qi shot out like a sharp sword, piercing through the air and emitting an ear-piercing noise.

Xu Long’s expression changed drastically. He struck out, and his cultivation erupted, forming a primeval force shield.

However, his defenses were like a block of tofu before Chen Fan’s weak qi attack.

“No!” Xu Long roared. His cultivation surged fiercely but came to an abrupt end.

The mouthful of qi Chen Fan had spat out pierced through everything, puncturing Xu Long’s brow, exiting through the back of his head, and continuing forward. With a bang, it struck a large limestone at the side of the martial arts arena, and it immediately became powder.

Suddenly, the entire martial arts arena fell so silent that one could even hear a needle hitting the ground.