The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 983: Joining the Feiyu Sect?

Chapter 983: Chapter 983: Joining the Feiyu Sect?

If it weren’t for Ning Fan’s own formidable strength, he would have been overwhelmed by them by now.

Even so, Ning Fan had fallen into a disadvantage, barely managing to hold off several attackers forcibly, no longer as dominant as before.

"Hahaha, ignorant fool, did you really think you could show off your abilities in my Feiyu Sect?"

"Today is the day you die! Once I take you down, those around you will be reduced to ashes, letting you know that our Feiyu Sect is not to be trifled with!"

Seeing Ning Fan at a disadvantage, Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng burst out laughing.

As soon as he finished speaking, Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng launched another attack.

The sword beam, imbued with formidable power, roared out, slashing toward Ning Fan.

Ning Fan furrowed his brow tightly, immediately channeling his Spiritual Power into the Jadestone Mini-sword.

The Jadestone Mini-sword instantly radiated dazzling Sword Qi, and a stroke of Sword Qi slashed directly from the tip, colliding with Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng’s sword beam with unstoppable force.

"Boom!"

Both Sword Qis dissipated at the same time, and Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng, unprepared for the power of the strike, was shaken back several steps.

Without waiting for him to recover, Ning Fan’s figure still charged out explosively.

"Did you really think you had already won?"

Ning Fan leaped forward, his eyes bursting with tremendous killing intent as he enveloped Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng with his terrifying aura.

A chill ran up Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng’s spine, causing the hair on his body to stand on end.

"Damn it! What is with this kid?"

Facing the oncoming Sword Qi, Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng felt a strong sense of danger.

I cannot withstand this sword!

I definitely can’t block it!

But at this moment, Ning Fan’s burst of speed far exceeded his reaction, and in the blink of an eye, he had already charged in front of him.

The sharp Sword Qi, filled with terrifying power, seemed to rip everything apart as it roared out overwhelmingly.

In haste, Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng raised his longsword, desperately channeling power into it, trying to parry this sword strike.

"Crack!"

In just an instant, the longsword that had been with him for many years, now a Magic Artifact, broke into two pieces.

With the blade shattered, Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng’s face showed a look of horror as he stared at the oncoming Sword Qi, feeling fear of death for the first time.

"Damn it! Stop!"

"Stop this guy!"

"Damn it, this kid must die!"

Several Elders seeing Ning Fan charging directly at Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng, all acted in a panic, trying to stop him.

Various powerful attacks came one after another, all bombarding Ning Fan.

However, they couldn’t stop him at all.

Various injuries appeared on Ning Fan’s body, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but he still clenched his teeth and continued to slash with his sword.

Just killing this man would break their united front.

Otherwise, with his current strength, it would be difficult to break out forcibly with Shuang’er and the others.

Just then, a deep voice suddenly sounded.

"Presumptuous!"

Following that, a force far stronger than anyone before descended from above.

A strong sense of danger surged in his heart instantly; the terror of the force was even fatal to Ning Fan himself.

He immediately gave up on continuing to kill Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng and exerted all his effort to redirect the Sword Qi to face the force coming from above.

"Bang!"

An ear-splitting roar exploded, echoing across the square.

"Pfft!"

Ning Fan’s face turned pale, blood spurted from his mouth, and his aura weakened considerably.

His previous injuries had already taxed him, and now sustaining such a hit, the power within his body began to become chaotic.

Sect Master Zuo Yunhua’s expression was gloomy, and a touch of surprise also flickered through his eyes.

That strike had been his full force, and even Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng couldn’t bear it; yet, this young man had managed to endure it without dying on the spot.

"Kid, you do have some skills to withstand our besiegement for so long."

Power surged around Zuo Yunhua; he stood midair, looking down at Ning Fan from a superior position.

"I can give you a chance. If you are willing to submit and become a disciple of my Feiyu Sect, I can forgive your past transgressions," he offered.

Upon hearing this, Zuo Chengjue showed an incredulous look, looking up at his father: "Father, why would you recruit him after he has caused such a disturbance in our Sect?"

Zuo Yunhua glared at him and said coldly, "Shut up. As the young sect master, you should have handled this better. You need to reflect on this!"

Being scolded like this, Zuo Chengjue felt embarrassed but dared not retort, only gritting his teeth and bowing his head.

His gaze towards Ning Fan was filled with resentment.

"Damn it... If it weren’t for you, how could I have fallen to such a state!"

Though he didn’t verbalize it, he had already marked Ning Fan in his heart.

With Zuo Yunhua speaking up, several Elders and Vice Sect Master Zhuang Peng all ceased fighting, watching Ning Fan with predatory gazes.

"You want me to join your Feiyu Sect? On what basis?"

Ning Fan’s expression remained cold, speaking while exerting all his power to absorb the surrounding Spiritual Energy to restore his strength.

"On what basis? Simply because there are so many masters present here in my Feiyu Sect, it would only take a flip of my hand to kill you!"

Zuo Yunhua spoke with an air of superiority, not placing Ning Fan in his eyes at all.

In his view, Ning Fan was just an ant trapped in a cage, easily crushed.

With just one command, all the Sect Disciples could swarm forward and capture Ning Fan as easily as catching a turtle in a jar.