
Fun, Zhuo Fan caught his intention.
The young lady must have thought she was crazy, yet she still did not want her to die. As they spoke, he looked for an opportunity to hide it behind the guards.
“Wait for what else? Bring him here before he humiliates us any further. ” Luo Yunchang shouted at the guards.
Even before anyone made a move, a bloody sword struck Zhuo Fan's neck.
“Wait!”
Steward Sun sneered, his eyes piercing through Luo Yunchang because he had learned of his plan. “Hehehe, good young lady as always, want to save even the mentally unstable waitress.”
Luo Yunchang raged, “Steward Sun, you won't let a madman live?”
“Hahaha, come back to you. If you don't want an innocent person to die, take out the Return Dragon Palm. We don't care if our swords become slippery with the blood of one more person.”
With that, the bandit swept the edge along Zhuo Fan's face and showed a bloodthirsty grin.
Luo Yunchang pursed his lips, doubt was visible in his eyes, yet still decided to close them.
Zhuo Fan understood.
Although the young miss had no plans to save him by taking out that martial art., as her mistress, it filled her with gratitude just for hesitating.
But in the end, it would come down to him if he could save himself.
Looking back at that bandit, he found a fat man of the same height in the 7th layer of Foundation Establishment.
[It should!]
Zhuo Fan clenched his fists and gathered Yuan Qi in his left eye, flashing with ruthlessness.
“Huh, since you are so stubborn, Zhuo Fan will be the first to die because of you.” Steward Sun's hand went down, looking into Luo Yunchang's pain-filled eyes, “Got, kill him.”
He grinned, and raised his sword up high.
It was then that the thud resounded, immediately followed by a broken bone along with the wailing of the fat man.
His sword had long since slipped out of his hand.
Zhuo Fan took it and decapitated the man.
Blood gushed and a huge head trailed the air.
Zhuo Fan was only at the 5th layer of Foundation Establishment, yet his Yuan Qi was something that only Qi Condensation experts possessed. In the moment of the fat man's ignorance, he elbowed his chest and broke his ribs.
He followed with a swing of the sword in one smooth motion.
Plop!
The bloody head rolled around and stopped right in front of Steward Sun.
He saw Zhuo Fan grow up in the Luo clan and knew what kind of person he was. He was honest for a mistake, a slave begging to be plucked.
Yet this sheep bared its fangs like a tiger, killing the 7th Layer Foundation expert in a single strike. It was done so brutally that it even shook the bandits.
The guards on the Luo clan's side were even more devastated. Was he the same person they used to laugh at, just as honest to the god Zhuo Fan? Putting aside the killing, his swift and brutal actions were something that even the guard captain could not match.
Every single one of them stood in shock, watching foolishly as blood dripped onto Zhuo Fan's sword, to the point that they even forgot to breathe.
If Zhuo Fan did not take this opportunity to leave, he would never get another one.
Zhuo Fan's eyes narrowed, suppressing his superiority and throwing the bloody sword at Steward Sun, while running after the young miss and young master. By the time the sword arrived, he was already before Luo Yunchang.
One hand held onto Luo Yunhai while the other grabbed him, running like hell deeper into the forest.
Luo Yunchang was still in a daze, letting him pull her.
Steward Sun saw the target sneak away again and panicked, "Pursue them!"
But the captain and his bodyguard were there to block them.
“Huh, do you think you can stop us?” Steward Sun said cruelly.
The captain smiled and shook his head, “No, but we can give them time to escape.”
“Hehehe, with your death, you still think they can escape?”
Taking a last look at them, the captain nodded, “If it was before, it might not be. But they have that boy.”
The guards nodded, with their trust in Zhuo Fan beginning to grow in their hearts.
They might not know why Zhuo Fan was suddenly so brave., but with him next to the young miss and young master, their chances of survival were extremely high.
Gritting his teeth, Steward Sun looked grimly outside of them, “That boy dared to interfere in my affairs. Once I get him, I'll skin him. I'll make him wish he were dead!"
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