The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 367: Killing the White Wolf with a Single Palm - Part 1

Chapter 367: Chapter 367: Killing the White Wolf with a Single Palm - Part 1

"Damned bitch, wasting my time!"

Wolf lit a cigarette, his face full of impatience, as he stepped forward and lifted Mu Wanqing from the ground.

By now, Mu Wanqing was already critically wounded and at death’s door, utterly powerless to resist.

"Go to hell!"

With a palm strike, Wolf was about to slay Mu Wanqing.

At the critical moment, a hand reached out from behind Mu Wanqing and collided hard with Wolf’s attack!

Bang!

A surge of formidable power burst forth, sending Wolf flying backward for more than ten meters, crashing heavily to the ground.

Immediately afterward, Mu Wanqing was embraced into a warm hug, and a familiar voice sounded in her ear.

"Captain Mu, are you alright?"

Seeing that Mu Wanqing was almost losing consciousness, Ning Fan hastened to channel spiritual power into her, reviving her, then he lifted his head to look at the rooftop of the villa.

Seeing the bloody and mangled state of Shuang’er, Ning Fan’s anger soared to the heavens, and his figure abruptly transformed into a blur, reappearing on the rooftop.

"Shuang’er, you’ve suffered..."

Ning Fan took Shuang’er down from the cross, holding them both as he moved to an open space outside the villa, where he channeled spiritual power into both of them and fed them spiritual liquid.

The Seven Wolves watched all this coldly, without attempting to intervene.

Shuang’er and Mu Wanqing’s injuries soon began to recover, and their consciousness started to return.

"Ning Fan, is it really you?" Mu Wanqing blinked hard, thinking she was hallucinating.

After confirming it was truly Ning Fan, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, you’re finally back! Wuu wuu wuu!"

Shuang’er threw herself into Ning Fan’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably, "Waaah, Master, I, I thought I would never see you again!"

Ning Fan, looking at the two of them covered in blood and wounds, felt his rage rise another notch.

"You two rest well, leave the next part to me."

Ning Fan turned and walked slowly to the gate outside of the villa.

In front of the villa, the Seven Wolves were mocking Ning Fan.

"So you’re Ning Fan? Actually daring to show up for your demise, you do have some guts!" Wolf snickered.

But Ning Fan completely ignored them, took a deep breath, and shouted:

"Chen Tianlang, come out and face your death!"

His voice boomed like a bell, stunning and deafening!

Surrounding the villa, Fei Zhongzhi and the members of the Martial Alliance were still lying in ambush.

Seeing Ning Fan appear, a surprising hatred erupted in Fei Zhongzhi’s eyes, but a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Alliance Hierarch, what do we do now?" a martial artist asked.

Fei Zhongzhi’s eyes were dark and ruthless, "Right now, don’t worry about anything. Let them fight. When they’re both hurt, no matter who survives, we’ll kill them all!"

Meanwhile, seeing Ning Fan ignore them, a thick rage surfaced on the faces of the Seven Wolves.

"Kid, you’re overestimating yourself and underestimating us?"

"Do you really think you’re invincible because you killed people of Sky Eagle Hall?"

"Those Sky Eagle Hall weaklings aren’t even at our level!"

Pink Wolf stepped forward proactively, tossing a flirtatious smile, "Hey handsome, if you’re willing to submit at my feet, elder sister might spare your life."

However, Ning Fan didn’t even glance at her, simply exhaling a dismissive word: "Scram!"

Pink Wolf was slightly stunned; her ability was spiritual attack, and usually, a mere beckoning of her finger was enough to make people bow down to her.

She had already used her charm skill while speaking.

Even a Second Rank Grandmaster would be affected by her spiritual power; yet this man show no reaction at all?

"Dammit, nobody move! Let me handle this!"

Wolf got up from the ground, a bit disheveled after Ning Fan’s palm strike had sent him flying; anger burned within him.

Seeing this, the other six wolves stepped back, clearing space.

Wolf twisted his neck, with a dark expression and a sinister smile, "Boy, get ready to die properly. I’ll break your limbs and hang you in the center of Chu City for everyone to see what happens when you offend Mad Wolf Hall!"

Whoosh!

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Wolf’s legs pushed off with force, transforming him into a blur as fast as lightning.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Ning Fan.

"Kid, your time is up!"

Wolf roared with fury as he slammed a palm filled with his full inner strength directly towards Ning Fan’s head.

This palm was incredibly fierce; even a First Rank Grandmaster, struck by this blow, would surely perish on the spot.

"Ning Fan, be careful!"

Mu Wanqing, having experienced Wolf’s prowess first-hand, couldn’t help but to shout out in alarm.

But as the palm was about to strike Ning Fan, he simply titled his head slightly and spoke coldly.

"Clueless about your own death!"

Ning Fan’s voice was chillingly detached, as if emerging from the depths of hell itself, belonging to a reaper of lives!

Wolf couldn’t help but shudder. Before he could react, Ning Fan’s palm was already striking out.

This palm strike, delivered with both hate and without reserve, was ruthless!

Bang!

Their palms collided with a dull thud!

The next second, Wolf was sent flying away like a tattered bag of trash.

Boom!

The hand with which Wolf had attempted to block Ning Fan’s strike exploded instantly into a shower of flesh and blood.

Not only that, but the force travelled up from his hand, causing each section to burst, from his arm to his elbow, shoulder, and finally his head!

Bang bang bang bang bang...

When he landed, half his body was blown to pieces, life utterly extinguished, while the remaining half twitched weakly.

Wolf, one of the Seven Wolves of the Divine Tune Sect, member of Mad Wolf Hall, met an undeniably brutal death!

Hiss—

The remaining six wolves couldn’t help but inhale sharply at the sight!

Although Wolf was the weakest among them, he could easily slay a First Rank Grandmaster!

And yet he had been slain with a single palm strike by this youth!

At this thought, the eyes of the six wolves turned towards Ning Fan, each filled with a sense of dread.

What kind of strength does this guy truly possess?!