The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 663 I Found Ning Fan_1

Chapter 663: Chapter 663 I Found Ning Fan_1

"This kid is as good as dead!"

"Old Fang’s cultivation of the Shaking Heaven Fist Technique is so strong, a single punch could even flip a tank!"

"This kid dares to meet him head-on, he’s definitely in for a bad end!"

"Kill him, Old Fang!"

The one called Old Fang, a Ninth Rank Grandmaster, had a ferocious look on his face, veins on his forehead bulging as he gathered all his Inner Strength into his fist when he swung.

This punch was the pinnacle of his Grandmaster career!

He believed that even a Great Grandmaster wouldn’t dare to take this punch head-on in front of him!

"Kid, daring to match fists with me is your biggest mistake!"

Old Fang roared angrily, the wind of his punch stirring violently, creating a whistling sound as it almost sucked the air dry around them.

Boom!

Their fists collided, exploding with a dull sound that made everyone’s eardrums ache.

The invisible shockwave from the fists tore through the surrounding grass and trees, shredding them to pieces.

"Hahaha, idiot, to actually dare to take my punch head-on! You’re asking for death!"

A cloud of dust rose, and Old Fang burst into laughter, only to suddenly stop mid-laugh.

Through the thinning smoke, Ning Fan stood unaffected, his expression calm as he had already retracted his fist.

Old Fang tried to move, only to find his body frozen in place, his eyes immediately filling with terror.

"Damn it, what, what, what have you done to my body?"

Ning Fan smiled faintly and snapped his fingers.

"Explode."

The next moment, the Spiritual Power that had flowed into Old Fang’s body along Ning Fan’s fist exploded, and countless acupoints throughout his body burst into a mist of blood.

It was as if countless bombs had been planted inside him, all detonating at the same time, instantly blowing him to pieces!

In the shocked gazes of the crowd, Ning Fan stepped over the scattered remains and looked around.

"Who else?"

A wave of endless terror instantly filled their hearts. The once high-flying fighting spirit vanished, leaving only the desire to run.

The golden figure howled out again, and without the suppression of the Formation, Huo Erba faced these Grandmasters like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, beginning a bloody massacre!

After a few moments, when Huo Erba stopped, only Zhao Meng was left alive.

He knelt on the ground, shaking all over, with snot and tears covering his face.

"Don’t, don’t kill me... I beg you, please don’t kill me..."

From underneath him came a stench, he had been literally scared to urine!

Ning Fan picked up the cellphone that had fallen beside him: "Call your Alliance Hierarch."

Zhao Meng’s body trembled as he hurriedly took the phone and quickly dialed Zuo Hanyue’s number.

"Hello, what’s the matter?"

Zuo Hanyue was in a very bad mood. She had set the entire Martial Alliance in motion and still hadn’t found so much as Ning Fan’s shadow.

The tremulous voice of Zhao Meng came through: "Alliance, Alliance Hierarch... I, I’ve found Ning Fan..."

"Really? That’s great, I’ll record a major merit for you!" Zuo Hanyue suddenly stood up, overjoyed, "Where is he now?"

"I’m right next to him."

Hearing this unfamiliar voice, Zuo Hanyue immediately fell silent.

After a long pause, she finally said slowly, "Ning Fan, knowing we’re looking for you, you still dare to show up, you’re quite bold."

"Ha, I never took your Martial Alliance seriously. I had him call you to tell you all, stop bothering me."

"Or else, don’t blame me for eradicating your Martial Alliance!"

As he spoke, over the phone came the frightened pleas of Zhao Meng, but with a crisp snapping sound, it all fell silent.

Zuo Hanyue tightened her grip on the phone, clenching it fiercely: "Ning Fan! What have you done?"

"Hehe, what I’ve done, you all can come see for yourselves."

Leaving the address, Ning Fan hung up the phone and left with Huo Erba.

Soon, the people of the Martial Alliance found the countless dead or injured Grandmasters, including Zhao Meng with his head crushed.

Upon hearing the news, Zuo Hanyue remained silent for a full minute and then issued a kill order against Ning Fan.

"To kill so many of my Martial Alliance people in front of me is a complete provocation to the Martial Alliance!"

"If we don’t kill this person, how can the Martial Alliance speak of its status? Of its dignity?!"

At this point, it was no longer about who killed who out of vengeance.

It concerned the dignity of the Martial Alliance, and as the Alliance Hierarch, Zuo Hanyue couldn’t possibly let Ning Fan go!

...

Unaware of all this, the people of the Su Family were still waiting for the good news from Zhao Meng.

"With the people from the Martial Alliance acting, that kid is undoubtedly done for!"

"Just because he has a little ability, he dares to provoke our Su Family, he really doesn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

"When the time comes, I’ll make that kid kowtow in apology! There’s no way we can let him off!"

The members of the Su Family were all fantasizing about how they would severely humiliate Ning Fan after Zhao Meng caught him.

With a gloomy expression, Su Han occasionally looked outside the villa and finally couldn’t help calling Su Qili over.

"Are you sure the people from the Martial Alliance can take down Ning Fan?"

With a gentle voice, Su Qili said, "Of course, Uncle, the Martial Artists from the Martial Alliance are very powerful. They will definitely be able to capture him!"

Bang!

The door suddenly burst open and a tall figure appeared in everyone’s line of sight.

Ning Fan, with a cold expression, looked around at everyone and said coldly, "Pity, they failed to capture me."

The Su Family members were shocked. The Martial Alliance people had actually failed?

"Ning Fan, what do you want to do?" Su Han stood up, suppressing the panic in his heart, "We let you off once, and you still come here to cause trouble?"