The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 838: Could He Be a Transcendent Realm Expert?

Chapter 838: Chapter 838: Could He Be a Transcendent Realm Expert?

"This?"

"Damn it, how is this possible?"

The expressions of the two Patrons changed at the same time.

Their combined full-strength strikes didn’t even shake this fellow’s figure.

"Two are not enough; all of you, attack together."

Ning Fan sneered coldly as the Spiritual Power within his body burst forth violently.

The overwhelming power, like a tsunami, crashed onto the bodies of the two men, shaking them and sending them retreating dozens of feet backward!

The other Patrons, seeing this scene, couldn’t help but have their expressions turn solemn.

Could he actually counter two Peak Great Grandmasters all by himself?

"Stop wasting words on him; let’s attack together!"

"This kid is strong; we can’t let him find an opportunity."

"I refuse to believe he can handle so many of us!"

Dozens of Peak Great Grandmasters, without any hesitation, struck out at once, their mighty Inner Strength overwhelming the skies and bombarding towards Ning Fan.

"Don’t kill him! This old man wants this brat to suffer a torment worse than death," Old Master Li roared venomously.

His own son had died at the hands of Ning Fan; without personally torturing Ning Fan, his burning hatred would not be quenched!

The other Family Heads didn’t say much; they believed that with so many Patrons attacking at once, Ning Fan had almost no chance of winning.

"Heh, you think you can defeat me with just this?"

Ning Fan, seeing the Inner Strengths surging in from all directions, condensed a Spiritual Power Longsword in the palm of his hand and viciously slashed it forward.

Swish swish swish!

The moment the Longsword swung out, countless sharp sword beams immediately solidified!

Countless sword beams emerged in the air; each beam carried an unparalleled sharpness that met the Inner Strengths unleashed by the Patrons.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of muffled explosions burst forth, and dust scattered, instantly engulfing Ning Fan’s figure.

The Patrons all stopped their attacks, looking towards the dust with disdain and contempt in their eyes.

"A fool who doesn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth, do you really think you’re capable of much?"

"What a joke; we have dozens of Peak Great Grandmasters here!"

"This idiot, to think he could beat us."

Su Han observed the silent dust with a trace of regret shaking his head.

It’s a pity; he really thought Ning Fan was that strong.

Now it seems he was nothing special after all.

A glint of satisfaction flashed in Old Master Li’s eyes, and a tear emerged, "Son... your father has finally avenged you... you can rest in peace now."

Meanwhile, the Ning Family Head seemed contemplative, murmuring Ning Fan’s name to himself.

"Strange... why does this name seem so familiar?"

But the memory was too distant, and for the moment, he couldn’t recall where he had heard the name before.

Old Master Li took a deep breath, calming the excitement in his heart, stood up, and cupped his fists in a salute to those around him.

"Everyone, thank you for your assistance. Regarding today’s meeting of The Greatest Eight..."

Before he could finish, a deep voice suddenly came from within the dust.

"You don’t really think that such small abilities could deal with me, do you?"

All the Family Heads were stunned for a moment, then abruptly turned their heads, their gazes intensely focusing on the center of the dust.

Boom!

An invisible force suddenly descended, instantly suppressing all the surrounding dust.

Ning Fan stood still in his original place, surrounded by marks blasted out by Inner Strengths, as well as sword marks.

But on his body, there wasn’t a single injury, and even his clothes were not stained with dust.

"This... how is this possible?"

"Our combined attack wasn’t able to harm him?"

"Damn it, has this kid already reached the Transcendent Realm?!"

The remaining Patrons were shocked and could hardly believe their eyes.

Regardless of who they were, facing the attack from just before, none could have emerged completely unscathed!

To be merely severely injured was the lightest outcome; a moment’s carelessness could result in immediate death.

"You’ve had your attack; now it’s my turn."

Just as everyone was stunned, Ning Fan began his own offensive.

He stood rooted to the spot, with no prior indication, he swung his hand in a palm strike towards the nearest few Patrons.

"Heh, using such a lightweight attack to dismiss us?"

"Kid, you’re underestimating us too much!"

"Do you really think you can be arrogant just because you blocked our attack?"

The few Patrons showed a cold expression, feeling they were being looked down upon by Ning Fan.

In an instant, Ning Fan’s single palm strike multiplied into over a dozen, each with a powerful surge of Spiritual Power.

With the velocity of lightning, in the blink of an eye, the strikes landed on the bodies of several Patrons.

Boom boom boom!

The protective Inner Strength around their bodies shattered instantly, and they were sent flying backward.

"Puh!"

They crashed to the ground heavily, blood spewing from their mouths, with a deep palm imprint on each of their chests.

They could feel their rib cages breaking, countless fractures occurring, and Spiritual Power violently shattering their Inner Strength within their bodies.

"How, how can this be?"

"What realm are you exactly?"

"Could it be, could it be that he’s a Transcendent Realm powerhouse?!"

The rest of the Patrons also wore grave expressions; if Ning Fan was truly a Transcendent Realm powerhouse, then he was not someone they could deal with.

Of course, if they were to fight to the death, this many people could very possibly severely injure Ning Fan.