The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 443 Kill Hua Wanliu_1

Chapter 443: Chapter 443 Kill Hua Wanliu_1

Ning Fan, seeing that Huo Erba actually refused to make a move on him, was slightly shocked, but he had no time to dwell on these details. His figure flashed, circling past Huo Erba to once again chase after Hua Wanliu.

"Damn it, what’s going on?"

Wan Hualiu turned his head in shock, gritted his teeth, and slapped a palm toward Ning Fan.

Ning Fan met the palm head-on, unleashing his full strength.

How could Wan Hualiu, fighting one-on-one, possibly be Ning Fan’s match?

With a loud boom, the hand that Wan Hualiu brought to meet Ning Fan’s palm could not withstand the surge of Spiritual Power coming from Ning Fan’s palm and exploded.

Blood and bone fragments sprayed everywhere as Wan Hualiu, in horror, looked at his exploded right palm and screamed in agony.

In fact, the strength of Myriad Flowers Valley lay in the Flower Servants and the Myriad Flowers Great Formation.

When facing ordinary enemies, they could easily win by releasing the Flower Servants.

Even when facing strong opponents, as long as they set up the Myriad Flowers Great Formation, they could essentially steamroll and dominate.

But, if it came to one-on-one combat, whether it was Hua Wanliu, the Valley Master, or the several Elders, they were all weaker than other Martial Sects.

Boom, boom, boom...

Ning Fan struck out with both palms, bombarding with Spiritual Power without any reservation.

No longer daring to clash directly with Ning Fan, Wan Hualiu could only dodge continuously.

But how could he possibly escape?

Boom, boom, boom...

Soon, he was struck by several of Ning Fan’s palms in succession. Who knows how many bones in his body were broken as blood continuously gushed from his mouth, and he fell to the ground, barely holding on to life.

Seeing Hua Wanliu beaten down by Ning Fan, everyone on the square who had been fighting stopped and turned to look at Ning Fan.

Hua Nishang and Yuan Hongmian quickly moved to Ning Fan’s side.

"Hua Wanliu, hand over the antidote for the Flower Servant Elixir and I can spare your life!" Ning Fan shouted angrily, with one foot on Hua Wanliu’s chest.

"Heh, foolish boy, don’t you have a thing with Hua Nishang and her daughter? Then go ask them! Ask them if there is an antidote for the Flower Servant Elixir?"

Seeing the tide had turned, Wan Hualiu spat blood continuously and spoke with a vicious smile.

"Aunt Yuan, Miss Hua, is there an antidote for the Flower Servant Elixir?" Ning Fan turned around and asked anxiously.

Yuan Hongmian and Hua Nishang both shook their heads in distress.

There was no antidote for the Flower Servant Elixir.

Once ingested, the drug’s effects would continue to erode the body until it completely wiped out the individual’s consciousness.

Seeing the expressions of Yuan Hongmian and Hua Nishang, Ning Fan’s heart sank, and his hatred for Hua Wanliu grew tenfold.

"Hua Wanliu, you heartless dog, coveting the Spiritual Medicine in my hands and poisoning Miss Xu, you don’t deserve to live in this world!" Ning Fan’s eyes reddened as he spoke.

"Haha, little Ning, don’t be so self-righteous here. Spirit Medicine Treasures, who in the world wouldn’t want them? If it were anyone else, they would choose to kill and steal treasures just the same! Even if it were you, if I had the antidote for the Flower Servant Elixir and refused to give it to you, wouldn’t you kill me to take the medicine?" Wan Hualiu scoffed.

"How dare you mention the Flower Servant Elixir? When Miss Xu was grievously injured, you made her take the Flower Servant Elixir, turning her into what she is now; you are utterly unfit to be human!" Ning Fan was furious to the extreme.

He brought Xu Yourong over, who, even in that moment, was still visibly in pain, the remnants of her consciousness struggling against the effects of the Flower Servant Elixir.

"Hmph, if I hadn’t given the Flower Servant Elixir to Xu Yourong, she would have died long ago! My only regret now is that I didn’t force myself on her last night! Such a peerless beauty... Ning, old boy, could you have resisted?" Knowing he was done for, Wan Hualiu sneered maliciously.

"Scum!" Ning Fan was about to end him with a palm, but at the last moment, he held back and said to Yuan Hongmian and her daughter, "Aunt Yuan, Miss Hua, Hua Wanliu also has a big grudge against you, so I’ll leave his punishment up to you."

Yuan Hongmian nodded, picked up a Longsword, and walked up to Hua Wanliu.

"Hua Wanliu, three years ago you killed my husband and gravely injured me, and three years later you almost killed my daughter. Today, I will kill you with my own hands to avenge my deceased husband!"

After Yuan Hongmian spoke, she brought down the sword and chopped off Hua Wanliu’s head.

"Ahhh!" Hua Wanliu screamed, and his round, rolling head fell to the ground.

This Valley Master of the Myriad Flowers Valley died, never to live again!

Afterward, Yuan Hongmian turned and knelt before Ning Fan with a thud.

"Ning, young man, you saved my daughter’s life, cured my hands and feet, and helped avenge my husband... I, Yuan Hongmian, will definitely repay your enormous kindness and grace!" Yuan Hongmian said with teary eyes.

"Aunt Yuan, get up. You were an old friend of my mother, and it was only right for me to help you. Besides, Miss Hua has saved my life before. How could we speak clearly about such mutual favors?" Ning Fan shook his head and helped Yuan Hongmian to her feet.

"Thank you for avenging my father, Ning Fan."

Hua Nishang hurried forward to support Yuan Hongmian, also thanking Ning Fan with teary eyes.

Seeing Hua Wanliu dead, the four Elders sighed deeply, knowing the situation was hopeless. They walked before Yuan Hongmian and Hua Nishang, knelt down, and said in unison, "Madam, Young Miss, we were wrong. We should not have aided in tyranny and followed Hua Wanliu’s misdeeds. But we truly did not know about Hua Wanliu’s murder of the former Valley Master... Please, Madam and Young Miss, punish us..."

Yuan Hongmian gave the four a cold glance and said, "You seek to plead for your own lives, do you? Then you’ve knelt before the wrong person. You should be kneeling not to me but to Ning Fan."

The Elders showed a hint of hesitation on their faces, but in the face of life and death, who has the time for hesitation?

Within a few seconds, the four of them dropped to their knees before Ning Fan, with reverence and trembling voice, said in unison, "We beg Mr. Ning for mercy!"