Fang Baiyan was very surprised by Chen Fan's powerful strike. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
Fang Jie stopped her tears, her face full of shock and deep gratitude.
She hadn't expected that while all the guests watched idly, it would be her best friend Shang Wushuang's boyfriend who stepped in!
The imposing aura made her tremble, and at the same time, a strong sense of hope bloomed in her heart.
Shang Wushuang was not too surprised by this.
She knew Chen Fan was here for Fang Da, so it seemed normal for Chen Fan to act now.
Moreover, she was confident in Chen Fan's strength.
It was just that she couldn't quite figure out Chen Fan's true purpose.
The other guests were completely stunned at this moment.
Earlier, when they saw Chen Fan slap Feng Ya's face, they thought he was just agile, but they hadn't expected him to be so powerful and terrifying.
At the same time, many people inwardly grumbled: Damn it, can this strength be achieved by practicing Taekwondo or Sanda?
Luo Bin's eyes flashed with a sharp glint. After his body vibrated, he opened his palms to the sky and met the attack.
His inner strength, a blend of hardness and softness, yin and yang, surged forth like dark clouds rising to the heavens.
His palms, too, glowed crimson at this moment, emitting a faint scent of blood that diffused into the air.
Boom! The two collided, and their energies raged.
Luo Bin's body shook, and he stumbled backward.
Chen Fan, relentless, leaped like a dragon and struck again.
The guests around them, especially the ordinary ones crammed outside this third courtyard, hurriedly retreated to a safe distance.
Such terrifying momentum could injure anyone who touched it, and they knew their limits.
"You..." Luo Bin's blood surged, and he was filled with shock.
He had come here with his peak Hua Jin cultivation, expecting an easy victory. But unexpectedly, Chen Fan, a disruptor, had appeared, possessing such formidable power.
He raised his palms again, instantly transforming them into countless afterimages as he attacked Chen Fan.
Luo Bin also moved, his body weaving.
Various palm techniques were integrated into one, reaching the level of Hua Jin.
But it was no use. Chen Fan broke through all obstructions with a single punch and attacked.
Bang!
After the collision of fists and palms, Luo Bin was sent flying backward.
He immediately leaped up and lunged directly towards the main hall.
That was where Fang Baiyan was.
He had already decided to retreat. As long as the mission was complete, he would flee immediately, regardless of Chen Fan's identity or origin.
But as he rose, a gust of energy tore through the air, striking him abruptly.
The sharp, blade-like energy descended from the sky.
The energy had taken form!
Luo Bin's heart leaped violently, and his expression turned horrified.
While late-stage Hua Jin practitioners could also project their energy outwards, it was formless, merely an oppressive force created by the internal energy compressing the air.
But Chen Fan's externalization of energy was the transformation of true qi, a technique possessed only by martial arts grandmasters.
He retracted his body sharply, narrowly dodging with a bridge pose mid-air.
The projected energy still tore at the hem of his clothes.
Rolling on the ground, Luo Bin couldn't believe it. Without hesitation, he leaped up, but rushed towards the outer courtyard instead.
Chen Fan's strength was truly too terrifying. He decisively abandoned his plan to kill Fang Baiyan and decided to escape first.
His fearsome reputation was well-known, but it didn't mean he was a reckless brute.
If he were reckless, he wouldn't have survived this long.
The laws of the current era constrained the martial arts world, but as the saying goes, "chivalry breaks laws," and conflicts and killings within the martial arts community were never eradicated.
And in the martial arts world, there was no shortage of masters. If Luo Bin hadn't had sharp discernment, he would have died long ago due to his many misdeeds.
He moved with incredible speed, employing his body-lightening techniques to their utmost.
But as he leaped out, a fist energy, like a dragon, suddenly appeared ahead.
How could he be so fast? Was he a seasoned martial arts grandmaster?
Luo Bin was horrified. He curled himself into a ball in mid-air, intending to withstand the energy attack head-on and escape.
Given such a vast difference in strength, he never lacked the ferocity, which was why he, a lone practitioner, had achieved such a cultivation level.
With a bang, he was struck by the energy, and his body felt excruciating pain.
However, he stretched his body with all his might, tapped his toes on the threshold, and was about to flee.
Just then, he felt something collide with him.
He looked back and saw a black coffin flying towards him, fierce and domineering, striking with incredible speed.
It was the dark coffin he had brought to intimidate Fang Baiyan's sect.
Caught off guard and hit by the coffin, he could only raise an arm to block before being brutally slammed.
Boom! The coffin exploded, shattering into pieces.
Knocked down by the coffin and rolling twice, Luo Bin felt like he was about to vomit blood.
As he got up to escape again, a figure was already close, reaching out to grab him.
He retracted his body rapidly, despair welling up in Luo Bin's heart.
How could this person be so strong at such a young age?
He wanted to make one last attempt, but then he heard Chen Fan say faintly, "You can't escape. Surrender, and you might keep your life. Otherwise, you will surely die!"
Luo Bin's expression froze, and he rasped, "You'll spare me?"
"You're overthinking it!"
Chen Fan said, "I just want to know who sent you. I won't kill you if you cooperate, but I didn't say I would let you go."
Luo Bin was not one to surrender easily. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead. He asked, "Then why should I surrender?"
"If you're thinking of taking hostages, you're dead!"
Chen Fan stood still, his energy projecting outwards, swirling around him.
This energy seemed to come alive, coiling around, and a terrifying aura emerged, enveloping Luo Bin.
Luo Bin trembled with dread.
Such an aura... so dense it was as if it couldn't be dispersed, as if forged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, capable of turning heaven and earth into a bloody Shura field. It was unlike anything he had ever seen.
Involuntarily, he felt fear and helplessness in his heart.
"I'll give you ten seconds to consider!" Chen Fan said. "Ten seconds later, if you refuse to surrender, I'll send you on your way. People like you deserve to die!"
Cold sweat continuously seeped out, dripping down his face.
Chen Fan remained silent.
A few seconds later, Chen Fan said faintly, "Then I shall fulfill your wish!"
With that, he took a step forward, and the energy around him began to extend and expand.
A terrifying aura unfolded, sweeping in all directions.
"I... I surrender!"
Luo Bin's heart trembled, and he cried out, defeated.
Precisely because he was fierce and cruel, his hands stained with blood, he feared death more than the average martial artist.
"Kneel!"
Chen Fan stopped, his voice cold.
Luo Bin's expression changed. He looked at everyone watching around them, hesitant.
After all, he was the notorious Blood Fiend Palm in the martial world. How could he kneel and beg for mercy in front of so many people? Where would he hide his shame?
"Do you want me to repeat myself?" Chen Fan's tone was indifferent.
*Thump!*
Luo Bin's knees hit the ground, and he knelt before Chen Fan.
He told himself that this was nothing; he had knelt and begged for mercy when he was being hunted in his younger days.
As long as he got a chance to kill this person, it would be worth more than anything.
"Who sent you?"
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes and asked.
Luo Bin did not hesitate this time. "Guo Dalv, the head of the Guo family in Tang Prefecture."
"Where is he?" Chen Fan asked.
"In the capital. I only have his phone number. I can call him after I'm done, and we can arrange to meet anytime!"
Luo Bin said cooperatively.
Chen Fan scoffed, "You're overthinking it. Do you think he won't know about your kneeling?"
Luo Bin paused, then said, "Then let's attack his home."
Chen Fan ignored him and beckoned to a disciple of the Fang family standing a little further away.
The disciple walked over fearfully.
"Bring a stool and call your master here!"
Chen Fan said.
The disciple quickly agreed and fetched a long stool.
As for Fang Baiyan, he didn't need to be summoned; he had already walked over himself.