The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 428: Bloody Battle at Myriad Flowers Valley_1

Chapter 428: Chapter 428: Bloody Battle at Myriad Flowers Valley_1

"Kid with the surname Ning, take my palm strike!"

Elder Qin charged to the front, striking from afar with a powerful palm strike that surged toward Ning Fan.

"Elder Qin, stop! I forbid you to lay a hand on him!"

Hua Nishang cried out in alarm, about to rush forward to stop it.

But she had only just yesterday taken a lightning strike for Ning Fan, and her severe injuries had barely started to heal; how could she stop it?

Ning Fan couldn’t bear to let her die in vain, so he pushed her aside and met Elder Qin’s palm with his own.

Bang!

Ning Fan remained unmoved, while Elder Qin was sent flying backward on the spot, crashing through more than a dozen disciples and several dozens of Flower Servants before heavily falling to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

When he looked at Ning Fan again, his eyes were filled with incredible shock.

Seeing Elder Qin sent flying with a single palm strike, the other Elders were shocked, their steps slowing simultaneously as they allowed the disciples behind them to charge forward.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

"Go to hell, brat!"

"Give me your life, you thief who stole our Myriad Flowers Valley’s medicinal formula!"

"How dare you deceive our young miss, I will kill you!"

The disciples of Myriad Flowers Valley charged toward Ning Fan, one after another.

Ning Fan’s expression was cold, his entire body infused with Spiritual Power, mixed with his physical strength, to face his enemies with minimal consumption.

This wasn’t the first time he had faced such odds; he was already experienced.

He had learned how to preserve his own power as much as possible while using the least amount of strength to inflict maximum damage on the enemy.

Bang, bang, bang...

Ah, ah, ah...

Amid the muffled thuds, the disciples of Myriad Flowers Valley who had charged at him were sent flying back, screaming as they heavily fell to the ground with severe injuries.

Hua Nishang had already been forcibly pulled to the outskirts of the crowd by a few disciples.

"So this kid really is that powerful? No wonder he could kill Elder Shi. All units, change formation! Let the Flower Servants charge!"

At the back of the crowd, Hua Wanliu frowned slightly but wasn’t panicked.

Following Hua Wanliu’s orders, the Elders and disciples began to retreat.

"Kill! Kill this brat before us!"

"At all costs, kill Ning Fan!"

"Even if we turn to dust and shatter to pieces, as long as we can inflict a wound on him, we will be victorious!"

The eight Great Elders and their disciples gave orders to their respective Flower Servants.

Each Elder or disciple could control a different number of Flower Servants, some a few, some dozens, and at most, one could control up to a hundred Flower Servants.

In total, thousands of Flower Servants, like swarms of wild beasts, pounced toward Ning Fan.

These Flower Servants were in fact puppets whose consciousness had been erased, unafraid of death, rushing at Ning Fan with reckless abandon.

At this moment, all that was left in their heads was the most primitive instinct to kill.

If they could kill Ning Fan, all the better.

If they couldn’t kill Ning Fan, wounding him would suffice.

If they couldn’t wound Ning Fan, even a mere scratch would do.

Even if they couldn’t leave a scratch, as long as they could drain a fraction of Ning Fan’s strength, they were willing to be blasted into smithereens!

Bang, bang, bang...

Boom, boom, boom...

This was an exceedingly strange battle.

On one side was Ning Fan alone; on the other, thousands of Flower Servants.

The strength of these Flower Servants varied, mostly related to their strength before death, with the weaker being ordinary Internal Strength Martial Artists and the stronger ones being Grandmaster level fighters.

But what was eerie was that throughout the battle, not a single Flower Servant uttered a sound.

Even if Ning Fan split their bodies in two with a palm strike, they maintained silence!

The entire battlefield was filled merely with constant thuds and the air was thick with blood and flying bodies.

Ning Fan’s eyes were indifferent, for he already knew these Flower Servants were mindless puppets, and thus he held back even less.

With Ning Fan’s full strength unleashed, a normal Flower Servant was dead on contact, gone upon touch.

Even the more powerful Flower Servants could only last two or three moves against Ning Fan before being flung away.

Moreover, Ning Fan aimed at their legs, joints, necks, and other vital spots so that even if they could not truly die, they would no longer be able to attack him.

In no time, countless Flower Servants were injured and fell in swathes.

"Huo Erba! Get in there!"

Hua Wanliu, watching with some distress, roared.

Huo Erba was a martial artist who had perfected the external cultivation technique of Vajra Technique, enormously powerful, several times stronger than his two juniors, arguably the most formidable Flower Servant under Hua Wanliu.

Seeing Ning Fan’s formidable might, Hua Wanliu did not care that Huo Erba had not completely lost his consciousness and sent him in.

Thud, thud, thud...

Under Hua Wanliu’s command, Huo Erba immediately stomped his feet, and like an ancient charging elephant, he rushed straight at Ning Fan.

Under his body’s instinct, his muscles and skin instantly turned golden yellow, and even if he couldn’t exert his full strength from his previous life, he could still perform seventy to eighty percent without any issues.

"Is it you?"

Ning Fan gazed at Huo Erba, and in that moment, he was slightly taken aback.

During the medicinal ingredients exchange meeting, Huo Erba had almost fallen out with Elder Shi, so how had he suddenly turned into a Flower Servant Puppet for Myriad Flowers Valley?

In the moment of Ning Fan’s distraction, Huo Erba had already closed the distance to him, with all his force unleashing a punch that thundered towards Ning Fan’s chest.

However, Huo Erba had not been a match for Ning Fan during the medicinal exchange meeting, and becoming a Flower Servant Puppet now certainly didn’t make him Ning Fan’s match.

Ning Fan was about to send Huo Erba flying with a punch, but a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, shocking him to his core.

If Huo Erba had been turned into a puppet by Hua Wanliu, then what if Xu Yourong, who had also fallen into Hua Wanliu’s hands, was being treated the same way?