Chapter 105: Six Directions Forces

Lu Fan's expression hardened, and he instantly sensed the anomaly, his spiritual power swirling outward, a quick sweep, then he was startled pale, and shouted outright:

"What demon dares to act brazenly in the Lu residence! If you keep playing god and feigning mystery, don't blame Lu for being impolite!"

His words just fell, and a strange laugh rang out immediately.

"Gagaga, you little brat, what's impolite got to do with anything? Do you really think a Rune War Chariot lets you run rampant across the world?"

The sound drifted ethereally, its direction indistinguishable, yet it was undeniably echoing from deep within the array.

"Hmph! A Rune War Chariot can't rule the world, but cutting down scum like you is no problem at all!"

Lu Fan snorted coldly, flicked a point with one hand, and a Rune Crystal Crossbow instantly materialized on the War Chariot, firing straight into the array.

Ghost fire, dark wind, vengeful souls—nothing could block it.

"Ah—damn!"

The sound rang again, its words tinged with shock and bewilderment. Then a ripple came from deep within the array, along with a muffled roar from the unknown intruder, clearly battling that crystal furnace.

"Hmph! Your tone's big, using the Yinsha Sect's array to wreak havoc. Let me see, what deity are you!"

The Rune Crystal Crossbow was so hard for the opponent to handle, even with array support, clearly not a remarkable figure. With a Rune War Chariot in hand, Lu Fan felt no fear.

He scattered a seal, the Rune War Chariot roared and prepared to break the sky.

At that moment, a figure flashed, exuding a sharp aura, staring coldly at Lu Fan with a face full of hatred.

"Nie Xing? What are you doing here?" Lu Fan stood atop the Rune War Chariot, hands behind his back, his eyes taking on a hint of seriousness.

At this moment, Nie Xing's aura was deep, his true Qi condensed and unmoving, a clear sign of having broken into the Refining Bone Realm. Moreover, there was no hint of superficiality; evidently his cultivation had solidified in the Great Martial Master Realm.

Nie Xing gave a sinister grin, lifted his head, and snorted at Lu Fan: "The world is vast, I, Nie Xing, can go anywhere; where could you possibly have authority?"

Heavy provocation and mockery, plus an indescribable confidence. This Nie Xing wasn't a fool; after being bested by Lu Fan several times, he could still act like this, surely having some backing.

Lu Fan shifted his gaze to an unnoticed corner, saying lightly: "Come out! No more hiding!"

As soon as the words fell, Zuo Lao in a black robe stepped forward, his demeanor deep, yet his gaze toward Lu Fan still harbored unmistakable hatred. At that palace banquet, Lu Fan had caused him a huge loss. A Refining Qi Realm Martial Saint being bested by a junior is like a boat capsizing in a ditch—how could he not hate?

Lu Fan ignored Zuo Lao, instead looking behind him, where three ethereal black shadows hovered. Their aura wasn't particularly strong—just enough for a Kaiyuan Realm Martial King—but they were rather odd.

"You are members of Wanling Hall! This Yinsha Ghost Fire Array looks like you caused it, right?"

Lu Fan's words were inquisitive, yet his tone held no doubt. The aura of those three shadows resembled the three black-clad men from Ye family's Hundred Herb Garden that day. Moreover, those three had mentioned the term "Zuo Lao," clearly referring to the black-robed elder before them.

The three gave no reply, though their aura flickered slightly, all observed by Ye Lu Fan. As for Zuo Lao, he was a treacherous old fox, face calm as if he hadn't heard anything.

"Young master, how do you intend to deal with this kid?"

Zuo Lao bowed to Nie Xing and said so.

Nie Xing gave a feral grin, glanced at the struggling Qin Zhen father and son within the Yinsha Ghost Fire Array, and said lightly:

"It's not yet time for me to act; such petty brats have someone else to deal with them!"

His hatred remained, but his demeanor seemed far calmer, unhurried, as if everything were under control—like a cat that catches a mouse but toys with it before devouring, letting it despair in fear.

Lu Fan's eyes flickered, then gradually steadied. The Yinsha Ghost Fire Array's aura waned slowly, likely to collapse within moments. Yet within the array surged a massive aura, steady as Mount Tai, evidently the Lu Family's Protective Courtyard Grand Array.

From this, the Lu family seemed safe. The continued mystifying within the Yinsha Ghost Fire Array and Nie Xing's sudden appearance clearly show these people are buying time.

Such a crude scheme still being executed shows their urgency. Given Lu Fan's usual temperament, he would strike immediately, dismantling their plot.

But the Yinsha Ghost Fire Array must not be underestimated; if forced to a desperate break, detonating the array could blast open the Lu Family's Protective Courtyard Grand Array, causing massive casualties.

"Oh! Someone to deal with me? Seems the Dragon Tower's pull is strong! I'm curious—what kind of person gives you such confidence?"

Lu Fan gave a faint smile, looking casual. Knowing the opponent's scheme was urgent, he still had to cooperate.

"Hmph! All Four Great Sects of Dragon Elephant and the Six Directions Forces have sent people. Lu, just await death!"

Nie Xing sneered, eyes fixed as if watching a corpse. Though he wanted to devour Lu Fan alive, at this moment he forced his mind down, clearly something outweighed killing Lu Fan.

"Four Great Sects? Is this Yinsha Sect's leftover scum?"

Lu Fan, nonchalant, casually pointed at the disheveled Qin Zhen father and son, then said lightly: "Are those two among them? Among your so-called Six Directions Forces, is there a Martial Saint with a grotesque triangular-eyed face?"

Recalling past rumors, Lu Fan spoke offhand. He knew nothing of the Dragon Elephant Dynasty's power structure, merely guessing wildly.

But to Nie Xing's ears, his words stirred his spirit, his expression slightly altered. Yet he pretended indifference; such matters are common knowledge, Lu Fan might just be talking nonsense.

"Hehe, what does your guess matter? The Four Great Sects and Six Directions Forces are the Dragon Elephant Dynasty's elite clans; wiping out a tiny Mingyue like you is as easy as taking candy from a baby, let alone your Lu family."

He chuckled, a mocking grin. Though he had lived in the Mingyue Empire for a long time, he despised everything here, especially Lu Fan after his defeat and his defection from the Tianyuan Institute.

Lu Fan smirked, a playful look, and said: "I don't know how strong those sects are, but inside the Dragon Tower they wouldn't dare act against me. I just happened to kill Yinsha Sect elder Lei Di and snatched a few mysterious artifacts. I reckon those forces will send more troops, otherwise they can't deal with me!"

As soon as his words ended, he slapped his Qiankun Bag with one hand, drew out the Yinsha Nether Hammer, swung it, and a bolt of thunder burst in the sky, striking Zuo Lao.

Zuo Lao's face turned pale with shock, staring in disbelief at the Yinsha Nether Hammer, momentarily forgetting to block the thunder.

"Impossible! This cannot be! Lei Di's methods are astonishing; he wouldn't fall to a junior like you. Don't deceive me!"

"Boom!" The thunder burst, roaring and shaking the void. Fortunately, the three black shadows reacted in time, jointly forming a shield in front of Zuo Lao.

Thus, the thunder's fierce force still made Zuo Lao spit a mouthful of fresh blood.

Lu Fan smiled lightly, saying: "My junior strength is modest, of course I can't match your Martial Saint elders. But a senior from Liangsheng Zhai is willing to stand up for me, capture Lei Di, so this thing falls into my hands!"

He wore an indifferent expression, but those opposite him paled. Liangsheng Zhai is one of the Four Great Sects of Dragon Elephant; if they truly back Lu Fan, other forces would have to reconsider.

Nie Xing's face darkened; he had thought Lu Fan would become the target of the Dragon Tower's heroes. But now it seemed things went opposite, and he would have to act himself.

Zuo Lao's expression flickered. He felt the matter wasn't as simple as Lu Fan claimed; Lei Di of the Yinsha Sect was probably truly dead. That should have been a cause for joy, yet now he couldn't feel any happiness.

At that moment, the Qin Zhen father and son, still struggling within the Yinsha Ghost Fire Array, suddenly surged in aura, blasting through the array's barrier and bursting out.

"Lu Fan, today's grudge, I, Qin Feng, will repay in the future!" Qin Feng, who had been trapped by Lu Fan for three days, harbored a desire to crush Lu Fan to pieces, yet now showed no intent for revenge, leaping back.

Nie Xing's face lit up, laughing: "Lu Fan, you should be careful. Qin Feng is one of the Yinsha Sect's newly risen Four Princes, limitless potential, and will surely become a senior elder, capable of killing you in an instant!"

It sounded like a warning, but in fact it was a thief's malicious intent, fanning the flames.

Such childish tricks wouldn't bother Lu Fan; he said lightly: "You should be the one careful! You killed the future Yinsha Sect elder's kin, the hatred of annihilation won't die until you do!"

Qin Feng, retreating, paused slightly, as if hearing those words, stared hard at Nie Xing, his murderous hatred clear across the distant void.

Nie Xing's face changed drastically, regretting. Had he eliminated the Qin father and son earlier within the Yinsha Ghost Fire Array, this hidden trouble wouldn't have arisen.

"Regretful? There's no regret medicine to swallow in this world!"

Lu Fan wore a teasing smile, but to Nie Xing it read as deep sarcasm and mockery, his spirit trembling, hard to restrain, about to charge forward.

But at that moment, the Yinsha Ghostfire Formation roared, its light wavering, the ghostly qi dissipated, and strands of wandering souls turned to ash. The gloom that had shrouded the sky above the Lu Family Residence vanished, and a hint of vitality appeared.

With this turn of events, Nie Xing, Zuo Lao and the others all broke into broad smiles, looking as if a great burden had been lifted.

Lu Fan, however, slowly furrowed his brows, his spiritual power now unreserved, and swept toward the Lu Family Residence.