
"Khe Khe's... You always said I killed you I killed you, but tore off my clothes you couldn't, no matter what was in your head, I really couldn't think of you." Zhou Fan shook his head while displaying a paltry smile.
Receiving a stingy reply from Zhou Fan, Shang Qiu grew furious, his face darkened, he swiftly darted, again attacking Zhou Fan.
"Yatt.."
Zhou Fan spread his sword to welcome Shang Qiu's attack, which was being overwhelmed with emotion.
While fending off Shang Qiu's attack he shook his head, seeing how wide the gap was shown to him.
"Although you're emotional, you shouldn't let anger rule your mind." Zhou Fan muttered in his heart.
Swush... Swush..
Zhou Fan turned his sword, the wind getting stronger around him making Shang Qiu retreat instantly.
Seeing his opponent jump backwards Zhou Fan smiled, then jumped crashing at Shang Qiu.
Shut!
Trang!
Zhou Fan's sword slash could be held back by Shang Qiu, but Zhou Fan's movements didn't get there.
The young man hooked the feet of the old man before him, making Shang Qiu forced to jump away from him.
While jumping Shang Qiu drew his sword, then slashed it into the eye of Zhou Fan's head.
Zhou Fan swiftly lowered his head, letting the sword pass over his head.
Utilizing Shang Qiu who was still in the air, the lowered Zhou Fan launched his fists,
Shang Qiu glared in annoyance, he did not have the time to dodge, the energy coils gathered in his head his hands piercing had the stomach of the old man.
Bugh!
Shang Qiu bounced back, as if flying he was thrown flying.
Zhou Fan had no intention of letting go, he stomped his feet and darted after Shang Qiu's helpless body.
Sretti... The crebs!
Shang Lu's face was deathly pale, the sword in his hand dropped, his hand trembled, unable to withstand the weight of his sword.
Zhou Fan, who had originally stood his back to Shang Lu, twisted his body, then walked closer to Shang Lu.
In Shang Lu's eyes the figure of Zhou Fan was like a life-seeking angel, with a sword flowing red liquid, and clothes stained the same, making Zhou Fan so terrifying.
Right before Shang Lu, Zhou Fan raised his sword, placing it in front of Shang Lu's neck.
"Hurry and take your young master." Zhou Fan said coldly, his snorting of breath as if a charge of time in Shang lu's ear.
Shang Lu quickly moved towards the direction his young master was in, swept him to his feet then left with a still pale face.
Zhou Fan sat on a chair nearby after the departure of the two people, looked at Shang Qiu's corpse, then cupped his face rough.
After pondering for a moment Zhou Fan then got up from his seat, he walked out through the window.
Before he came out, he did not forget to leave behind a bag of gold coins that thought there were a thousand gold coins in it.
Zhou Fan darted towards the inn, right entering a building that was his place to stay, he was greeted by several servants
Before going up to his room he did not forget to order food, he ordered to deliver his food to his room.
The meal that should be satisfying must be chaotic due to the arrival of the three Shang nobles.
Thinking of the Shang aristocrat, Zhou Fan smiled wryly, imagining how Shang Yui would react when the young man woke up from his stupor.
Getting his body seriously injured was already bad news for him, in addition to the deaths of his uncle and also his father, making Zhou Fan a little concerned.
Also, if Shang Yui found out who killed her father maybe she would see Zhou Fan as her eternal enemy.
Despite the slight pity with the conditions Shang Yui would face, there was not the slightest trace of regret on her face, not her looking for trouble with the two, but they were the ones who forced her.
If Zhou Fan had not been as strong as he was now, he might have been the one to be killed. Zhou Fan only followed what he thought was right, he did not care about people's views on him.
The law of the world says, strong powerful, weak cannot speak.
If you are strong, you will have power, your words are law to others, but if you are weak, you are destined to be oppressed, even words will not be considered to exist.