The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 926: Who are you exactly?

Chapter 926: Chapter 926: Who are you exactly?

"Fuck! Another earthquake?"

"Damn it, Mount Everest isn’t on an earthquake belt, right? How can this be happening?"

"Avalanche! Brothers, run for your lives!"

"Look at the top of Mount Everest! What’s that about?"

Climbers nearby felt the intense tremors and were all panic-stricken.

Especially when they saw the swirling vortex at the summit of Mount Everest, everyone was shocked and turned pale.

The vortex whirled and roared, spewing out a terrifying pressure, which even at the base of Mount Everest, weighed heavily upon the spectators.

Atop Mount Everest, a formidable surge of air cleared away miles around of snow accumulation.

Ning Fan landed slowly on the summit, his eyes coldly fixed on what lay ahead.

The wind and snow gradually cleared, revealing the traces of the Godhunters.

The white-haired man was the first to bear the brunt, covered in wounds and blood, heaving for breath.

The condition of those behind him fared slightly better, as the white-haired man had taken the brunt of the force for them, yet they all looked terribly disheveled.

"Who, who exactly are you?" asked the white-haired man, his eyes filled with bloodshot terror.

The power Ning Fan released far surpassed any deity he had ever encountered.

He glanced down at the fragmented stones at his feet, a strong sense of fear welling up in his eyes.

If it hadn’t been for a critical moment, when he had diverted the force Ning Fan released into the stones, letting the Divine Power contained within bear it.

Right now, everyone present, including himself, would probably be smashed to pieces, even their bodies.

How could a mortal possess such terrifying power?

"Last chance, get out of the way."

Ning Fan stepped forward, his eyes flickering with sharp intent to kill.

Each of the Godhunters who made eye contact with him felt a chill run down their spines.

That kind of gaze was like that of a demon from hell.

Anyone who stood in his way would be crushed by his terrifying power!

The chubby man swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice, "This kid’s power is way too exaggerated... How on earth did he cultivate it?"

"Forget about how he cultivated it for now," the skinny man whispered, "what do we do now?"

"What do we do?" The white-haired man snorted coldly, "We need to deal with this brat and retrieve the Ice and Snow Goddess’s power back into our hands!"

Their goal was the Ice and Snow Goddess, and they had to complete their mission regardless of any obstacles.

Though Ning Fan’s power was formidable, they had ways to counteract it.

"Last chance."

Ning Fan had already drawn his Spiritual Sword Ray, staring at the little Godhunter squad with an indifferent expression.

"Surrender immediately, or else... death!"

A vigorous intent to kill emanated from his body, firmly locking onto everyone present.

After the recent fight, he determined these people were incapable of instantly killing Xu Yourong, so he was no longer prepared to hold back.

Hearing this, the white-haired man’s face contorted with ferocity, "Brat, don’t get too cocky. The Godhunter Association has hunted so many deities, how could we possibly lose to a mere mortal like you?"

"If you have any tricks up your sleeve, then bring them on," Ning Fan said, as Spiritual Power surged from his palm, a burst of Spiritual Sword Rays emanating from the sword and swirling around him.

The white-haired man gritted his teeth and pulled out a new stone from his chest, placing it in front of himself.

"Everyone, infuse your power into it!"

Apart from the two who were too severely injured to stand up, the other four took a deep breath, rose, and funneled their power into the stone.

A dizzying light emerged, twisting and floating mid-air, gradually forming a massive silhouette.

This silhouette had no definite shape, resembling a mirage as well as a light projected by a projector.

Within the light, it seemed like countless shapes were shifting, as if composed of over a hundred figures.

Men, women, elderly, youth, all ages were represented.

Ning Fan narrowed his eyes and sized up the light figure, his brows furrowing.

From this light figure, he sensed a variety of Divine Powers, all woven together.

Though the mix was crude, the power contained within was impressively strong.

It was several times stronger than the combined force of these people before.

"Since we are known as the Godhunter Association, then the power we wield isn’t merely Godhunting Power,"

"This light figure has distilled the Divine Power Origin from the deities we have hunted in the past. Although it is only one percent of the full strength, it is definitely not something a mere mortal like you can withstand!"

The white-haired man pressed both hands onto the stone, his face pale, with large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

The few behind him were similarly ashen-faced, clearly having nearly exhausted all their strength.

To summon the phantom of this deity, they had pooled all the power within their bodies into the stone.

The phantom slowly wavered, finally solidifying into a human-shaped light figure, resembling a faceless giant.

Its body was so colossal that it soared into the sky!

The people at the foot of the mountain also noticed this giant, all wearing looks of astonishment.