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841: Chapter 841: Just a Passerby 841: Chapter 841: Just a Passerby “It seems that Young Master Song Wei has heard of my name, Cold Blood.

Well, I must say, it is truly an honor for me, Cold Blood!”

Seeing the fear in Song Wei’s eyes, Cold Blood spoke in a low, raspy voice, his gaze filled with mockery as he stared at Song Wei intensely.

The people behind Cold Blood burst out laughing, directing their ridicule toward Song Wei.

Hearing the arrogant words and laughter from Cold Blood and his men, Song Wei was completely dumbfounded.

If it were an ordinary person, perhaps they might fear him for being the third young master of the Song family.

But the one standing before him was none other than Cold Blood, who had specifically come to create trouble for the Song family.

Not only did his noble status fail to intimidate the opponent, but it actually seemed to fuel the other party’s madness.

“What are you two standing there for?

Quickly go inform the Song family and bring someone to rescue Young Master Song Wei!”

Suddenly, Wang Liang, who was pinned down by Cold Blood’s men, shouted loudly at Bai Xiaofan and Xiao Mei.

“Yes, you two hurry and hold them off!

I’ll go back to bring reinforcements right away.

Don’t worry, I promise to give you both a proper burial if necessary!”

Upon hearing Wang Liang’s words, Song Wei’s gaze immediately shifted to Bai Xiaofan and Xiao Mei.

He rushed behind them and shouted loudly, as if it were only natural for Bai Xiaofan and Xiao Mei to protect him.

“None of you are leaving here today!”

Cold Blood waved his hand, and his underlings immediately surrounded Bai Xiaofan, Xiao Mei, and Song Wei all together.

“This feels a bit unfair, doesn’t it?

We’re just bystanders after all!”

Bai Xiaofan hadn’t spoken up until now because the situation really had nothing to do with him and Xiao Mei; they were merely passersby.

To add to this, Song Wei and Wang Liang were nothing less than enemies to them.

After all, Bai Xiaofan had already overlooked their previous offense, but they had dared to retaliate by attempting to stab him with a dagger; the fault clearly lay on their side.

Now, however, Cold Blood had gone as far as to rope him and Xiao Mei into the fray alongside the others.

“Stop your nonsense!

You claim to be a passerby, but does that make it true?

Even if you were just bystanders, today you’ll die along with Song Wei.

If you want someone to blame, curse your bad timing!”

One of Cold Blood’s henchmen shouted arrogantly at Bai Xiaofan upon hearing his rebuttal.

As soon as his words fell, multiple daggers simultaneously lunged toward Bai Xiaofan and Xiao Mei.

There was no helping it—Song Wei had been hiding behind them all along.

“Charge forward!

Quickly attack!”

Seeing Cold Blood’s men charging in to kill, Song Wei forcefully pushed Bai Xiaofan as a shield, intending for Bai Xiaofan’s body to block the incoming daggers, while he turned around and charged toward one of the attackers.

They say even a rabbit will bite when cornered.

At this moment, Song Wei was utterly panicked and terrified.

In his moment of desperation, it seemed he unlocked some hidden potential within himself and truly managed to push away his opponent.

Snap!

Snap!

Almost simultaneously, those charging forward to stab Bai Xiaofan and Xiao Mei abruptly collapsed to the ground, their daggers slipping helplessly from their hands.

This sudden turn of events left Cold Blood and his men—who were just about to chase Song Wei—utterly stunned.

Pinned to the ground, Wang Liang’s eyes widened in disbelief, staring as though he’d seen a ghost.

He wasn’t sure whether anyone else noticed, but he had been watching Bai Xiaofan and Xiao Mei the entire time.

Just as the daggers were mere inches away from Bai Xiaofan’s body, Wang Liang saw Bai Xiaofan lightly swat his hand to the side.

It was truly just a casual movement, as if waving away a fly; purely effortless.

And then, those men simply collapsed.

This…

This was simply astonishing.

What kind of power was this?

Wang Liang recalled that among all the people he’d ever encountered, only the mysterious man accompanying Young Master Song Feng seemed to possess such strength.

To think this man and woman were hidden masters!

In that instant, Wang Liang felt his mind buzz blankly.

To think he had dared to provoke Bai Xiaofan not once, but twice.

He’d even attempted to stab him with a dagger!

No wonder the dagger hadn’t worked on him at all.

“I didn’t expect that you’re actually a cultivator.

Seems I underestimated you!”

Cold Blood glanced at his subordinates writhing on the ground in pain, then fixed his eyes firmly on Bai Xiaofan.

“We’ve already told you, we’re just passing through.

Why won’t you believe us?”

Bai Xiaofan sighed in exasperation, his gaze falling on Cold Blood, who had already picked up a machete and was preparing to charge forward.

“Enough talking!

Feel my blade!”

Cold Blood showed no regard for Bai Xiaofan’s words and struck directly at him with his machete.

Seeing Cold Blood attack, terror spread across Wang Liang’s face.

He vividly remembered earlier how all the men brought by their family’s young master had been slaughtered under Cold Blood’s blade.

Cold Blood’s blade was fast—so fast that in just a blink, only he and Song Wei had been left scrambling for their lives.

Cold Blood’s blade was ruthless—if he could sever a neck, he wouldn’t waste time cutting an arm.

“Boss is making his move!

That meddling man is doomed!”

“No doubt about it!

I’ve never seen anyone capable of standing against the Boss!”

“Once Boss finishes off this guy with a single slash, we can focus on chasing down Song Wei.

There’s still time for sure!”

“When it’s done, I’m totally asking Boss to let me have the woman beside this guy!”

Cold Blood’s subordinates began chattering as they watched their boss engage, full of confidence in his skills.

They had utmost faith in Cold Blood’s prowess; to them, he had never faced defeat before.

Listening to the remarks swirling around, Cold Blood’s face betrayed no trace of pride—only a chilling viciousness.

Bai Xiaofan shook his head, his expression helpless.

Wasn’t this blatant bullying?

Maybe it wasn’t really a good day to step outside.

As he looked at Cold Blood charging toward him, Bai Xiaofan saw right away that the man was indeed a cultivator.

However, Cold Blood’s cultivation wasn’t particularly strong; it was merely at the later stage of Foundation Establishment.

With cultivation like that, a single slap from Bai Xiaofan could easily knock out eight hundred to a thousand foes.

Smack!

A crisp sound echoed through the air.

A figure staggered backward, stumbling for ten or so steps before barely managing to steady himself.

When everyone looked closely at the scene, they were all dumbstruck.

This… How was this even possible?

Blood trickled from the corner of Cold Blood’s mouth, and on one side of his face was a clearly visible, vivid imprint—a five-fingered slap mark.

Evidently, the crisp sound earlier was the result of the slap landing firmly on Cold Blood’s face.

If Cold Blood was the one slapped, then the person delivering the blow was…

At that thought, everyone’s gaze turned toward Bai Xiaofan.

There stood Bai Xiaofan, looking just as he did before—calm and composed, as though nothing had happened.

The crowd was at a loss, staggered by the revelation that this ordinary-looking man was actually a master—someone capable of sending Cold Blood reeling with a single slap.