Li Qing was a seasoned veteran of the martial world and could naturally sense Chen Fan's extraordinary nature.
His heart sank.
He was a late-stage Huajing powerhouse, yet Chen Fan had disrupted his internal Qi with a single palm strike, indicating one thing: Chen Fan's strength was superior to his.
Upon this realization, his heart trembled violently.
Who was this young man?
How could he possess such terrifying offensive power?
This…
At this moment, the Qingmen disciples were stunned. Both the elder and younger sect leaders had fallen to the ground.
What would become of them?
"Sect Leader, this..."
Li Qing glanced at the person beside him and said gravely, "Do not act rashly without my command!"
The Qingmen disciples, hearing this, halted their movements and nodded.
Chen Fan, with a playful grin, remarked, "Qingmen, it seems you are nothing more than this!"
Li Qing stared at Chen Fan, his gaze deepening, and he took a deep breath. "You... you are no ordinary person. You are also a martial artist!"
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly, "Stop your nonsense in front of me. Scram now, or I won't mind crippling all of you!"
Although these words were humiliating, Li Qing dared not retort.
Because Chen Fan before him possessed the genuine ability to back them up.
After a moment of hesitation, he said to those around him, "All Qingmen disciples, withdraw..."
This order was quite sudden for the Qingmen disciples.
They never expected this.
This...
"Sect Leader, are we just going to let it go like this?"
"This is too much..."
Fearing that Chen Fan might change his mind, Li Qing quickly spat, "I told you to withdraw, so withdraw! What's with all the nonsense?"
"Honestly!"
The Qingmen disciples, deflated, did not linger. They quickly helped Li Qing away from this place of trouble.
For a fleeting moment, he felt that if he stayed any longer, he might truly be crippled by Chen Fan.
It was better to be aware of the times and act intelligently.
Wang Zhan, at this moment, was also bewildered and confused...
The arrogant Qingmen had ultimately ended up in such a predicament.
Upon learning of Chen Fan's strength, Wang Zhan also felt extremely awkward, as he had been quite condescending towards Chen Fan not long ago.
He stood rooted to the spot...
Certain words were on the tip of his tongue but felt too embarrassing to utter.
As for Chen Fan, he paid them no mind.
He took out a silver needle and flicked it towards Wang Yuan's acupoints.
In no time, black blood seeped from Wang Yuan's body. He, who had appeared on the verge of death, began to recover.
His body no longer felt as heavy as before.
Wang Yuan, at this moment, looked astonished. "This..."
Chen Fan said, "The poison administered by Qingmen is terrifying to you, but to me, it is of no consequence!"
"Therefore, I only need one needle to detoxify!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Yuan became extremely emotional. "Thank you, esteemed sir!"
Chen Fan waved his hand and then asked, "Are your Heavenly Wolf Gate and Qingmen fighting over this land beneath your feet?"
"Yes..."
Wang Zhan nodded.
Chen Fan then added, "I have also taken a liking to this land. If you wish to contend for it, feel free to do so. I will accompany you at any time!"
"However, if you resort to any underhanded tactics, I apologize, but I don't have the time to play games with you!"
Hearing this, Wang Zhan and the others were taken aback. They hadn't expected Chen Fan to also be after this Little Green Mountain.
In response, Wang Zhan and the others looked far from pleased, exchanging glances.
They were naturally unwilling to give up.
But Chen Fan before them possessed immense power, and they were no match for him. There was nothing they could do but acquiesce!
Wang Zhan hesitated for a moment, then said, "We... we withdraw..."