Niao Ni

Chapter 89 The Ox Lane Street Juvenile Murder Case

With a deafening crash, one couldn't fathom who possessed such divine strength as to hurl such a massive millstone over the high walls! The carriage was pulverized by the giant stone, immediately followed by a barrage of arrows, relentlessly piercing the area around the carriage. Had Fan Xian not been quick on his feet to escape, even if he had managed to survive the millstone within the carriage with his nimble movements, he would likely have been riddled with arrows like a hedgehog.

The guards of the Fan family, aside from Teng Zijing, were all experts of the fifth rank. Facing the sudden ambush, they remained composed. With several metallic rings, they drew their sabers and whirled them. Several clusters of silver light flashed, blocking most of the arrows. However, although the archers were few, they were too close, and the arrows flew too swiftly. The guards couldn't cover every angle. After a few muffled groans, three guards were hit in the legs by arrows, staggering and kneeling on the ground.

As the first wave of arrows subsided, the three guards gritted their teeth and leapt onto the wall, blades drawn. They hacked at the archers behind the wall, sending them tumbling and staggering. However, the arrow poison was far too potent. Before long, the three guards felt their bodies grow numb, losing control of their muscles, and they half-knelt on the ground.

—It was at this moment that they looked up and saw a pair of terrifying giant hands descending upon their heads!

Fan Xian, hiding behind a plane tree, avoided the initial arrows but couldn't immediately rush to support his subordinates. Hearing three familiar screams from behind the high wall, his heart surged with rage and sorrow, almost causing him to be pierced by the two sword blades that resembled poisonous snakes surrounding him.

He was trapped by two women, dressed in black, their swords also painted black to avoid reflections, clearly skilled assassins. Fan Xian knew that since they didn't bother to conceal their faces, they intended to eliminate all five of them.

With a turn, he twisted his toes on the ground, bent his knee, letting the sword on his left brush past his left chest, followed by another narrow escape from the sword on his right!

Fan Xian hadn't learned martial arts techniques, but he had received ten years of training from Wu Zhu, so his current dodging was entirely instinctive. Fortunately, although these two black swords were agile as snakes and elusive as smoke, they were, after all, far inferior to the wooden stick in Wu Zhu's hands in terms of both speed and accuracy. Therefore, Fan Xian was able to repeatedly evade the bone-gnawing stabs in this precarious situation.

The three of them fought further and further away along the corner of the wall. Fan Xian finally awoke from his panic. Now, when he looked at the two swords again, he seemed to perceive that the sword tips had become much slower.

But the two pale-faced female assassins discovered that although their opponent appeared to be in disarray, their black swords simply couldn't pierce his body!

With another crashing sound, the wall at the distant corner of the alley collapsed. A giant of a man, like a divine warrior, walked out of the broken wall, heading straight for one of the guards who had been shot in the left leg and collapsed under the plane tree.

Of the four guards who had accompanied Fan Xian out today, three were already dead. This was the last one, and he was already numb, lying beneath the tree. Fan Xian hadn't noticed when he went to grab him earlier, but now, seeing through the sword glare, he realized it was Teng Zijing. Fan Xian's heart tightened, and he groaned, wanting to rush over there, but he didn't expect the poisonous sword gleams in the two women's hands to remain relentlessly surrounding him.

Just then, the seemingly dying Teng Zijing suddenly leapt from the ground. The saber he had been hiding behind his back transformed into a strange light, violently slashing towards the giant man's neck!

Fan Xian's heart was filled with ecstasy, followed by incredible shock.

He saw the giant man slightly tilt his head, raise his right hand, and pinch the blade that Teng Zijing had desperately delivered, as if grabbing a fly. A trace of blood flowed from the giant man's tiger's mouth, but his hand wasn't severed by the blade. One didn't know what his body was made of!

Seeing that the situation was bad, Teng Zijing groaned, tapped his toe on the giant man's chest, preparing to use the force to leap over the nearby wall. Among Fan Xian's guards, although Teng Zijing was the leader, his martial arts cultivation was the weakest, but he was the most clear-headed.

The giant man grinned, throwing a punch. Teng Zijing felt the arrow poison taking effect in his body, his body going limp. He couldn't avoid the blow. He only heard a cracking sound, and Teng Zijing cried out in agony. His entire left thigh was shattered in half by the punch, collapsing to the ground as blood rapidly seeped out of his trouser leg!

When the giant man pinched Teng Zijing's blade, Fan Xian already knew that things were going awry. He groaned, abruptly halting his steps, narrowly avoiding the two black swords as they crossed past his chest and abdomen. The sword edges pierced his lapel and also scratched two crisscrossing bloody gashes on his body.

And Fan Xian finally seized this fleeting opportunity. He pinched his hands, and two streaks of pink smoke flashed, spraying directly into the faces of the two female assassins.

The female assassins reacted swiftly, holding their breath and closing their mouths. They tapped their toes, preparing to flee. Fan Xian had finally found such an opportunity, and he wasn't about to let it go. He roared loudly, and the tyrannical *zhenqi* within his body surged out. He swung his arms, and his arms seemed to have suddenly grown longer. His palms just barely reached the two female assassins' throats.

With two soft cracking sounds, the female assassins' throats were crushed. They spat out blood foam and collapsed weakly to the ground.

At this moment, the giant man had already raised his hand, preparing to slap it down on Teng Zijing's head.

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Fan Xian was very calm. This calmness came from his experiences in two lifetimes, but even more so from the teachings of Fei Jie and Wu Zhu. He didn't have time to think about why Uncle Wu Zhu hadn't made a move, but he knew that he was facing the most dangerous test since arriving in the capital. If he couldn't overcome this test, it would only prove that he shouldn't have been born into this world to live a second life.

He covered the distance of four *zhang* in the blink of an eye, flipping his left hand and feeding a pill into his mouth. He raised his right palm, blocking it in front of the dying Teng Zijing, stopping the giant man's hand in mid-air!

A muffled sound erupted in the alley, shaking the nearby plane trees, causing the leaves to fall helplessly.

Fan Xian felt an unbearable pain in his right hand. An unprecedentedly powerful force was transmitted from the giant man's palm. He wouldn't be able to withstand it for long.

He groaned, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his lips, but he didn't panic in the slightest. His left hand had already reached the trigger, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to the opponent.

But then a very strange thing happened.

A wind came from the mouth of the alley, gently swirling around Fan Xian's body. There seemed to be a strange force, using the wind as a medium, constantly competing with his body. Although this force wasn't strong, it was very annoying, powerfully interfering with Fan Xian's next actions.

The giant man grinned, looking at Fan Xian with the gaze of a wild beast full of brute force, his eyes also flashing with a terrifying crimson light.

Fan Xian's gaze passed through the giant man's broad back, seeing a somewhat blurred figure at the mouth of the alley, wearing a bamboo hat.

"Let me smash your head!" The giant man seemed to realize that Fan Xian had no way to resist. He laughed madly, and the force on his palm increased even more.

Fan Xian snorted coldly, knowing that he was facing the greatest predicament since his rebirth. His right arm began to tremble slightly, but in the depths of his heart, he kept shouting madly: "Smash your mother!"

In this life-or-death moment, the *zhenqi* that had been circulating throughout his body, seemingly as calm as a lake, seemed to have encountered some kind of provocation and could no longer remain calm! A vast *zhenqi* burst forth from the *Xueshan* (Snow Mountain) point at his lower back, surging into his right arm along the small circulation within his body.

In that instant, Fan Xian had the illusion that his right arm was made of iron.

The collision of powerful *zhenqi* caused the two hands, which were vastly different in size, to separate by about an inch, then slammed back together again.

With a deafening crash, countless sharp whistles erupted. Countless thin streams of shattered *zhenqi* rippled around them, tearing the leaves floating in the air into shreds.

"Die!" Fan Xian roared, retracting his fist with terrifying control, then throwing a straight punch, striking the giant man's chest and abdomen. A strange expression appeared on the giant man's face. He opened his mouth and spat blood all over Fan Xian's face. A large pit had clearly caved in on his chest and abdomen!

But no one would have thought that this giant man's vitality was so tenacious. After suffering such a heavy blow, he still stood firmly, instead slapping Fan Xian's right shoulder hard with his large, fan-like hand. Fan Xian's right shoulder immediately turned into a ravaged mess, like tofu smeared by a black bear, with blood flowing freely.

But the ruthlessness in Fan Xian's bones finally erupted today. Suffering such a severe injury, he only cried out in pain, using the force to pounce into the giant man's embrace. His left hand had already pulled out the slender dagger, plunging it violently into the giant man's throat.

Then he pulled it down hard.

The giant man's chest and abdomen were first smashed with a large pit, then opened up. A chaotic mess of internal organs rushed out, with blood and abdominal fluid enveloping those fascia, intestines, and other organs, flowing onto his feet.

He couldn't believe his eyes, looking up at Fan Xian, then falling backward, crashing to the ground like a big tree, causing it to hum.

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The whole world was silent.

Fan Xian gasped for breath, struggling to maintain his standing posture, looking at the blurred figure wearing the bamboo hat at the mouth of the alley.