Chapter 346: The City Lord of Yongan City Dies!

"You are right," Chen Fan nodded calmly, "I truly cannot unleash a third blade."

At this moment, only about three to four thousand points of True Qi remained in his body.

Come to think of it, Yanluo's performance just now had indeed exceeded his expectations; he had assumed he could easily end this battle with the second blade.

"Hahahaha!" A burst of wild laughter erupted from Yanluo's mouth again, yet the laughter was filled with intense hatred.

It had been a very, very long time—so long that he had almost forgotten when he had last felt such a desperate situation.

That feeling was as if one foot had already stepped into the gates of hell.

Fortunately, he had ultimately relied on his own strength to withstand it. Next, it should be his turn...

"Although I don't have much True Qi left in my body, it should still be more than enough to kill you," Chen Fan said slowly in a calm tone.

"Kill me? Just by you?" Yanluo sneered, and a small bottle suddenly appeared in his hand.

Like pouring out beans, he dumped the Pill in the bottle into his mouth all at once.

This was a Gathering Spirit Pill, capable of rapidly restoring Mental Power. Once the Mental Power in his mind was mostly restored, it would be the death date of this guy before him!

"Just by me."

As soon as Chen Fan finished speaking, his figure flashed like a ghost, and he arrived in front of Yanluo in an instant.

The Dagger in his hand turned into a streak of black flowing light, slashing swiftly toward Yanluo's neck.

"Naive!" A look of mockery appeared in Yanluo's eyes, as if laughing at Chen Fan's overestimation of his own capabilities.

With a thought, he used a teleportation item without hesitation, and his entire person vanished from the spot instantly.

The next second, his figure appeared a hundred meters away.

He triumphantly cast his gaze toward the position where he had stood before, as if he could already see the pathetic sight of Chen Fan slashing at empty air.

It was just a pity that before the smile on his face could fully bloom, a streak of pitch-black blade light suddenly entered his vision.

"???"

Yanluo widened his eyes in an instant, his face filled with shock and confusion; before he could even feel the pain, his head flew high into the air.

His powerful vitality allowed him to retain complete consciousness in this fleeting moment. Therefore, he could clearly see the headless corpse on the ground.

"This scene feels so familiar?"

This thought subconsciously popped into his mind. Out of the corner of his eye, he also caught a glimpse of a person holding a long blade standing nearby.

A person holding a blade? He was suddenly shocked in his heart; then what about that headless corpse nearby?

No! No!

He tried desperately to open his mouth wide, but could not make a sound. Immediately after, a wave of pain as surging as a tsunami struck him.

"How could I die? How could I possibly die?" He was filled with unwillingness and confusion.

He had long anticipated that the opponent would rush over to kill him, so he had used teleportation to dodge at the first opportunity.

And he had even specifically dodged to a place a hundred meters away on the opposite side, but why, why had he still failed to dodge this Fatal blade?

He only felt his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred; in the end, a sheet of darkness completely engulfed him.

"Thump!"

A dull sound came; Yanluo's headless corpse fell heavily to the ground, blood spread rapidly, and soon dyed the ground bright red.

Wei Xiong, not far away, was completely plunged into deep shock.

Compared to Yanluo, he had seen the entire process clearly.

That's right, Yanluo had indeed dodged the opponent's attack at the first opportunity.

However, the opponent seemed to have long anticipated where he would appear, and had actually arrived a hundred meters away a step ahead of him.

The moment Yanluo appeared, that blade light happened to slash across his neck; the whole scene looked as if Yanluo had voluntarily offered his neck to the opponent's blade.

Qi Yuangu also witnessed this scene, and his body began to tremble violently, beyond his control.

He could not help but think of the death of Gu Ping Zhong, and was instantly enlightened.

Perception! It must be perception!

On this guy, there must definitely be an item capable of perception!

Otherwise, how could he have known that Gu Pingzhong had circled behind him? And how could he have accurately predicted Yanluo's landing position after using a teleportation item?

However, within the Association, the price of perception-type items was far higher than that of teleportation-type items.

Furthermore, this guy before him was clearly a Martial Artist; where did he get a perception-type item from?

Chen Fan looked at the Dagger in his hand, and could not help but feel a bit surprised in his heart.

Just now, this blade had actually sliced through Yanluo's hard Protective Shield with ease, and even severed his head.

What exactly was going on? Could it be that high-grade alloy weapons were not just simply sharper?

Although his heart was full of doubts, it was clearly not the time to delve into these things now.

He slowly raised his head, looked at the remaining two people with a calm gaze, and asked indifferently: "Are you two planning to come at me one by one, or together?"

As soon as Chen Fan finished speaking, upon hearing this, Qi Yuangu's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed directly to the ground.

He knew very clearly in his heart that, taking Guli and Shangguan Xu who had died earlier as examples, he was simply no match for either of them.

And now, facing this powerhouse who could put Yanluo to death, if he were to rashly rush up to fight for his life, it would undoubtedly be like throwing an egg against a rock, with no chance of winning at all.

At this moment, there were only two choices before Qi Yuangu.

The first was to hurry and flee for his life, running as far as he could.

It was true that he suspected this person before him was highly likely carrying a perception-type item, but even so, no matter how powerful, it couldn't possibly perceive things several kilometers away, right?

As long as he could successfully escape, there would still be a turning point for things in the future.

At first glance, this path seemed to be the best choice. However, after repeated weighing, Qi Yuangu ultimately decided to head toward the second path.

"Brother Wei." Qi Yuangu's face was full of pleading, and he cast his gaze toward Wei Xiong beside him.

Wei Xiong was a confidant of the Wuji City Lord; it was said that in his early years, he had spared no effort to save the City Lord many times.

Later, he even relied on his own strength to develop a tiny Zhai of only a hundred people into the grand-scale Wuji City of today.

Therefore, although Wei Xiong's strength in Wuji City is only at a mid-tier level, he has always been deeply trusted and valued by the City Lord.

Even those B-Class Awakened are exceptionally respectful in their attitude when they see Wei Xiong on a daily basis.

"Clap, clap, clap." Wei Xiong clapped his hands while saying with a face full of smiles: "Truly impressive. I didn't expect Yan Luo to end up dying by your hand; no wonder you have such confidence to dare come here alone."

Chen Fan could not help but frown slightly; the reaction of the person before him was truly somewhat beyond his expectations.

After all, if it were an ordinary person, their reaction should have been exactly the same as Qi Yuangu's beside him.

Could it be that Wei Xiong is hiding some unknown trump card?

Seeing Chen Fan's expression, the smile on Wei Xiong's face grew even deeper.

"With your mere True Essence Realm strength, you were actually able to kill four C-Class Awakened in one go, and looking at your state, you seem to still have energy to spare. Not simple, not simple at all. How about it, are you interested in working under me?"

"Work under you?" Chen Fan looked suspicious. "These few people were calling you brother just before; I killed them, yet you aren't angry at all?"

"If one's skills are inferior to others, what is there to say?" Wei Xiong sighed lightly. "Furthermore, I see that there must be grievances between you and them; this is your private matter, and it is not convenient for me to intervene."

"Is that so?" Chen Fan sneered. "I clearly remember that when you appeared earlier, you even asked that guy if he needed your help."

Wei Xiong's expression sank instantly. "Friend, that was out of kindness; digging up old accounts is meaningless. Besides, do you think you can kill me?"

"How would I know without trying?" A cold glint flashed in Chen Fan's eyes.

"Hahahaha, what big talk. Do you know who I am?" Wei Xiong first laughed twice, then immediately questioned him in a cold tone.