The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 587 Ning Fan’s Arrival_1

Chapter 587: Chapter 587 Ning Fan’s Arrival_1

"Don’t blame yourself; it’s just that Lion Hall was fated to face this disaster," Lin Shanyue sighed deeply. "When I first met Lin Ping, I never thought he would turn out to be like this..."

As the two conversed, the members of Lion Hall had already gathered around, intent on capturing Shuang’er and Huo Erba.

Bang!

Just then, a loud crash sounded at the entrance, and a figure rushed in swiftly from outside the crowd.

All those standing in front were sent flying, just like dominos.

In an instant, wails filled the hall as members of Lion Hall fell to the floor like raindrops, one after another.

"Who is that?!"

Lin Ping was startled and roared angrily as he suddenly swung his fist, attempting to stop the figure.

"Nonsense!"

A disdainful snort was heard as the figure showed no sign of backing down, also raising a fist and striking fiercely against Lin Ping’s.

Bang!

The next moment, Lin Ping was forced back dozens of steps until he reached a corner and stabilized himself.

He clutched his chest, his face extremely unsightly.

"It’s you!"

The newcomer was dressed in white, tall and straight, with a handsome face like a carving of jade, as if an immortal banished from heaven.

It was none other than Ning Fan, whom he had once sparred with!

Light erupted in Lin Haifeng’s eyes once again, and as he forcibly propped up his seriously injured body, he roared, "Mr. Ning, please help us and slay the traitor for Lion Hall!"

Lin Ping quickly stabilized the turbulent Qi and blood within his body, staring coldly at Ning Fan.

"Kid, this is Lion Hall’s business; it’s not your place to interfere."

Having crossed fists with Ning Fan before, he knew all too well that the other’s strength was more than just a bit stronger than his own.

Ning Fan nodded to Lin Haifeng without paying any attention to Lin Ping, helping Shuang’er and Huo Erba to their feet instead.

"Are you two alright?"

Shuang’er nodded, grinding her teeth angrily, "Master, this guy is despicable. Not only did he order a group beating, but he even poisoned us!"

Only then did Ning Fan notice that the strength within their bodies was rapidly dissipating. He placed his hands on each of them.

As Spiritual Power surged in, he immediately detected the presence of the Soft Bone Powder.

"This thing can’t be dispelled by Spiritual Power, interesting..."

Ning Fan attempted to help expel the poison, but found the effect of his Spiritual Power to be tiny.

After a moment of thought, he realized the reason.

The Soft Bone Powder wasn’t strictly a poison but rather a kind of supplement that stimulated the body’s Inner Strength.

However, it contained special ingredients that, while activating strength, did not allow the body to absorb it but forced it to disperse it instead.

With no harm done to the body, it was naturally impossible to force out, much like an aphrodisiac.

Without exquisite skills, it would be difficult to counter such a substance.

"Rest here for a moment; I’ll take care of this," Ning Fan told them, positioning them in a corner while he coldly fixed his gaze on Lin Ping.

That disdainful, indifferent look, lined with barely concealed rage.

It was exactly that contemptuous gaze that provoked Lin Ping.

"You bastard, do you really think you can settle everything just by showing up?!"

Having been looked down upon since childhood as an adopted child, his psyche was actually not strong; he hated nothing more than being belittled.

Looked down upon as an adopted son, and still belittled as the Hall Master of Lion Hall.

Was his position as Hall Master a joke?!

"Scum! Go to hell!"

Lin Ping roared in rage, unable to contain the fury in his heart, he lunged forward, unleashing his fierce and mighty fist.

"Hall Master, teach this brat a lesson!"

"Break his legs, make him kneel at the entrance and beg for mercy!"

"Kill him!"

The members of Lion Hall thought Ning Fan’s strength was comparable to Shuang’er’s and therefore didn’t take him seriously.

"Nonsense!"

Ning Fan let out a cold snort, and his figure burst forward with a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, rushing up to Lin Ping first.

He raised his right leg, and under the shocked gaze of the crowd, kicked Lin Ping fiercely.

Bang!

Lin Ping was immediately sent flying, smashing into the wall and creating a huge indentation.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread across the wall, and small stones fell rustling down.

Lin Ping, with the help of Elder Kong and others, had advanced his strength further, allowing him to stand against Shuang’er, who was at the seventh level of Qi Refinement.

But in Ning Fan’s eyes, he was still nothing more than a chicken made of clay, a dog made of tiles, unworthy of mention!

"What... what’s going on?"

"The Hall Master was sent flying by a punch?"

"How could this be?!"

"Such terrifying power... Who in the world is this guy?"

All the members of Lion Hall wore looks of utter shock, unable to believe their own eyes.

After assuming the position of Hall Master, Lin Ping, by means of his cruel and brutal tactics combined with his soaring strength, had firmly suppressed everyone.

In their minds, Lin Ping was like a demon.

But now, the demon had been defeated by a single move, a concept that was unimaginable to them.

"Cough cough... You bastard, dare to be so arrogant on my turf!"

Lin Ping struggled down from the wall, his eyes filled with venom as he glared at Ning Fan, but he made no move to escape.

"You still have the cheek to say this is your turf?"

"Taking over by force while the true Hall Master isn’t here, completely disregarding the grace of being raised by him."

"Someone like you, to describe as having a heart of a wolf and lungs of a dog is to praise that phrase in itself!"

Ning Fan had been on his way to buy a plane ticket when he received a call from Shuang’er, who was out shopping, informing him about the events at Lion Hall.

Without a second word, he hurried over to this place.