Lu Fan left Bai Xuemei's villa, and Bai Xuemei stood by the window watching him go, feeling a sense of disbelief. She considered herself quite beautiful, otherwise, Young Master Lin wouldn't have lost his life over her and ruined the entire Lin family.
But why was she rejected every time she made a move? Did such a man exist, one who desired nothing? Was pure friendship truly possible? She had explicitly stated she wanted nothing from him, only to be with him!
"Miss! Lu Fan said... he said that you and I are a perfect match!" Xu Yang suddenly said from the side.
"Really? When did he say that?" Bai Xuemei suddenly looked at Xu Yang and added, "Then... if I were to give you to him, would you be willing?"
"I... I wouldn't want to leave you, Miss!" Xu Yang said shyly.
"It's fine! As long as he likes it!" Bai Xuemei shook her head slightly. What trick had this young man used to make every woman who came into contact with him... become foolish! Even the woman who had been with her for over twenty years...
Returning to Twelve Dao Gou Village, he entered the stone cave of Luoyan Sect in the back mountain. Inside the Seven Stars Gathering Spirit Formation, he took out the spirit gathering bottle, cultivating and waiting for the spiritual liquid to accumulate.
Cultivation seemed to be the fastest way to make time fly. After practicing everything he needed to, it was already midnight, the day having passed.
Seeing that the large spirit gathering bottle beside him was full of spiritual liquid, Lu Fan slowly walked out of the cave.
Huh? Suddenly, Lu Fan frowned. He unleashed his speed and rushed towards the outside of the mountain. Under the moonlight, a shadow was seen darting rapidly through the forest.
Meanwhile, on the road leading to Twelve Dao Gou, a fat figure was slowly approaching. This person walked very slowly, but the killing intent emanating from him was incredibly strong. With every step forward, his killing intent and aura grew stronger.
Under the moonlight, the fatty's head was bald, not a single hair. It seemed to be vying for a share of the moon's radiance. His originally round, flat face now appeared extremely ferocious, likely to match the killing intent he exuded. In his hand, he held a gleaming saber, its blade occasionally flashing as it met the moonlight.
Whoosh... A figure rushed over like the wind, and with a swish... stopped outside the entrance of Twelve Dao Gou Village. It was Lu Fan, who had descended the mountain in a hurry.
"You are... Lu Fan!? You killed Boss Ma?" The bald, fat man drew his saber, and the killing intent on his body surged to its limit. In an instant, he seemed to become more imposing and taller. However, surprisingly, he spoke in fluent Mandarin.
"Damn it! He's really strong!" Lu Fan's heart suddenly clenched. This guy looked much stronger than Boss Ma. Just the killing intent alone indicated that this fellow was a ruthless killer. How many people had he killed to possess such potent killing intent!
"Hmph! Not only did I kill Boss Ma, but I killed everyone from Ma Jiu to Boss Ma. Why doesn't my killing intent feel as formidable as yours? Perhaps if I killed you, I would also gain such powerful killing intent!" Lu Fan's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he sneered.
"Hahaha! Want to kill me? You... will never succeed! I once single-handedly annihilated nearly a thousand Chinese people! No Chinese person who encountered me on the battlefield escaped death. Therefore, they all called me: Death God! Today, you... must also die!" Death God let out a wild laugh, and the saber in his hand suddenly drew a dazzling arc, slashing diagonally towards Lu Fan.
"Death God!? Hmph! Today, I'll make you die here!" Lu Fan's eyes flashed with anger. This guy had killed thousands of his countrymen, how could he be allowed to leave alive!
Swish... The Luoying Sword in his hand instantly lunged towards Death God.
One was filled with killing intent, the other with burning rage. The two instantly clashed, and the saber light made it impossible to discern their figures.
Clang, clang, clang... The crisp sounds of weapons colliding echoed through the silent night.
Crack, crack, crack... Several poplar trees by the roadside, as thick as a bowl, bore deep scars from the sword light before finally toppling over.
Inside the village, at Wang Yan's house, several figures hid in the darkness, watching the distant battle. Their eyes held nothing but shock. Previously, Mo Xiong and the others had considered themselves strong, and after Lu Fan's help, their skills had improved significantly, filling them with confidence. However, at this moment, they suddenly realized how ignorant they truly were.
Wang Yan stood on the rooftop, staring intently at the fight. Although she couldn't clearly identify Lu Fan, she knew she couldn't help him in any way. Yet, she still felt an urge to rush over. If Lu Fan's parents weren't at her home, she would have rushed out...
The fierce battle lasted for a full half hour before the two figures abruptly separated.
"Kid! It's not surprising that you could kill Boss Ma! You're quite good, but today, you must die too!" Death God took a deep breath. No one had ever been able to withstand his saber for so long! And he was a young man in his early twenties!
"Hmph! I had no intention of letting you leave alive either!" Lu Fan sneered and, with a swish, sheathed the Luoying Sword. He then took out the pitch-black dagger: Dark Blade!
"Haha! Even a supreme treasure sword couldn't defeat me, and you still want to fight me with a dagger! Foolish fellow!" Death God laughed arrogantly.
"Killing you is just a small demonstration of my skill." Lu Fan chuckled coldly, and his aura suddenly vanished. He transformed from a roaring demon into an ordinary person.
Death God's gaze suddenly changed, becoming exceptionally cautious. He suddenly asked, "You actually know the martial arts of that old geezer from the Yan family!?"
"Not only do I know it, but I practice it better than him. Don't believe me? Try it! Hmph!" As soon as Lu Fan finished speaking, he vanished from his original spot.
Clang, clang... Death God fiercely swung his saber, blocking Lu Fan's sudden attack. Lu Fan's aura had disappeared, but his footwork, speed, and strength had not diminished at all. The only difference was that he moved like a phantom, appearing and disappearing, making him even harder to guard against.
Swish... Suddenly, Death God's figure also vanished from everyone's sight.
"Heh heh! Ninjutsu! Let's see whose is stronger!" Lu Fan's lips curved upwards. He pushed the Breath Concealment Art to its extreme and instantly charged towards Death God. The dagger in his hand pursued Death God, launching a barrage of attacks.
Death God was momentarily bewildered. His ninjutsu was considered top-tier in the country, with few able to surpass him. Despite his plump physique, it didn't hinder his killing. But here, in front of this kid, he felt as transparent as glass. Conversely, the figure of the young man before him was becoming increasingly elusive.