Huala la…
With their master’s command, the protective bodyguards all retreated.
Huang Shentian, carrying a black coffin on his shoulder, climbed the Shan Hai Pavilion step by step.
Curious onlookers were surging forward, but the bodyguards formed a line, displaying a stance of preventing any advance.
“The King of Shan Hai, truly overbearing. And facing Huang Shentian from Qilin City, who reportedly just became a Grandmaster a few days ago!”
“What, a Grandmaster?”
“What exactly did this King of Shan Hai do to have a Grandmaster carry a coffin to his doorstep!”
…
On the mountaintop, Chu Fan stood with his hands behind his back, calmly waiting for Huang Shentian to approach.
Bang!
The black coffin was slammed heavily onto the ground.
“Your Huang family, it seems, truly never learns their lesson!”
“You’ve been given far too many chances!”
“Hmph!”
Huang Shentian’s eyes, filled with surging resentment, fixed directly on Chu Fan.
“You killed my younger son and crippled my elder son. This debt must be paid with your life!”
“This coffin is prepared for you!”
Chu Fan smiled.
A silent smile, filled with helplessness.
He genuinely couldn't understand why there were so many stubborn people.
“What are you smiling at?”
Huang Shentian asked, confused.
“Nothing, just sighing!”
“Since you believe becoming a Grandmaster can solve everything, then you may make your move!”
“Given your courage in daring to come here, I shall let you have three moves!”
“Utterly arrogant!”
Huang Shentian roared, charging at Chu Fan first.
He said he would give three moves, and he did.
The first two moves, Chu Fan easily dodged.
For the third move, he did not dodge.
“What?”
Seeing Chu Fan take a direct hit from his move without his body shaking or his expression changing, Huang Shentian’s eyes widened instinctively.
“Is being a Grandmaster really that impressive?”
“Your son once said, there are always people better than you, and heavens beyond heavens. I presume you were the one who taught him this?”
At this moment, Huang Shentian finally realized something was seriously wrong.
He had thought that by becoming a Grandmaster, dealing with Chu Fan wouldn’t be too difficult.
But now, he knew that Chu Fan’s strength was far above that of a Grandmaster, much stronger than himself.
Opportunity knocks but once.
The Huang family’s chances had long since run out.
…
Down the mountain, while the crowd was still speculating about the outcome, Chu Fan’s voice suddenly rang out.
“Four people, come up!”
Four bodyguards hurried up the mountain. The front of the main hall was empty, with only the black coffin placed there.
“Arrange for someone to return the coffin to the Huang family in Qilin City.”
Chu Fan’s cold voice emanated from within the main hall.
Gazing at the black coffin, the four bodyguards looked astonished.
They knew that the person lying in the coffin was Huang Shentian himself, who had lost his ability to resist after a single roar earlier.
A Grandmaster expert, killed by the King of Shan Hai in less than ten minutes.
The four of them found it hard to imagine just how high Chu Fan’s strength truly was.
Down the mountain.
The onlookers, seeing the four bodyguards carry down a coffin, realized that Grandmaster Huang Shentian was dead. They all unconsciously gasped.
This was a Grandmaster, not a common cabbage by the roadside.
A Grandmaster, dead just like that?
And in such a short amount of time?
Just how strong was he?
For a time, everyone in Shan Hai City was discussing the exact strength of the King of Shan Hai.
Qin Family.
Upon hearing the news, Qin Tian secretly rejoiced that his Qin family had indeed been incredibly lucky.
Not only had they not stood in opposition to Chu Fan, but they had also gained his approval, giving them an opportunity for deeper interaction.
“Father, his strength… could he be a Great Grandmaster?”
Qin Zhengqi was currently unable to gauge Chu Fan’s strength.
Earlier, based on his father’s description, he had only thought Chu Fan was a half-step Great Grandmaster.
A Grandmaster had lasted less than ten minutes under Chu Fan’s hand.
A half-step Great Grandmaster wouldn't find it too difficult to kill a Grandmaster.
But to kill a Grandmaster so quickly in such a short time was no small feat.
Before encountering Chu Fan, Qin Zhengqi had felt that his own talent was more than sufficient.
But now, he realized that he was incomparable to Chu Fan.
“One hundred percent!”
Qin Tian’s tone was affirmative.
At this moment, he was contemplating how to make Chu Fan feel satisfied and pleased.
After all, he had not forgotten Chu Fan’s words.
“As long as I’m satisfied, it’s hardly difficult for the Qin family to produce a Great Grandmaster.”
Before this, Qin Tian had harbored some doubts about these words.
Great Grandmasters were not so easily produced.
Now, he was convinced that Chu Fan absolutely possessed the ability to make the Qin family produce a Great Grandmaster, as he himself was likely one.
Such a young Great Grandmaster, if his talent was exceptional, or if he possessed means unknown to outsiders.
“Investigate, and quickly and secretly investigate Master Zhang’s movements!”
“The sooner we get the information, the sooner the Qin family can develop!”
Qin Tian immediately mobilized all the forces the Qin family could muster, with only one objective: to find Master Zhang.
His intuition told him that he wasn’t the only one looking for Master Zhang.
If they were slow, and someone else found him first, the Qin family would completely lose the chance to produce a Great Grandmaster.
Qilin City.
Before the vehicle carrying the black coffin had even arrived, cries of grief echoed outside the Huang family residence.
Although Huang Shentian had strictly ordered other Huang family members not to go when he went to challenge Chu Fan, Huang Ming had found friends in Shan Hai City to keep an eye on the situation, wanting to know the outcome as soon as possible.
Upon learning that Chu Fan had spoken and that the black coffin was being carried down from the Shan Hai Pavilion, Huang Ming knew that his father was dead.
He let out a bitter laugh.
His father had finally entered the ranks of Grandmasters, and he had thought the Huang family would completely develop.
But he never expected it to be a fleeting moment.
The other martial arts families in Qilin City rejoiced upon hearing this news.
Qilin City was not as large as Shan Hai City, and the strongest individuals among its martial arts families were only at the half-step Grandmaster level.
Huang Shentian becoming a Grandmaster had undoubtedly made him the number one in Qilin City. The other martial arts families were already worrying about being trampled underfoot by the Huang family. Now, Huang Shentian was dead.
If they weren’t happy now, when would they be?
Once the mourning hall for Huang Shentian was set up, Huang Ming drove everyone away and sat alone before the coffin.
“Father, why were you so impulsive?”
“Father, what will I do now that you’re gone?”
“What about the rest of the Huang family?”
People always realize things in hindsight.
Only when they truly see the coffin do tears fall.
With no hope for the Huang family’s rise, Huang Ming was filled with regret, thinking that if he had known this would be the outcome, he should have strongly prevented his father from seeking revenge back then.
Thud…
A light, unhurried landing sound suddenly echoed from the doorway.
Huang Ming’s face darkened, and he snapped, “Didn’t I say no one should come in and disturb me!”
Tears streaming down his face, he didn’t turn his head.
Tap tap tap…
The footsteps were rhythmic, sounding one after another.
Huang Ming’s heart filled with annoyance. He turned to scold, but upon seeing a masked man, he frowned and asked, “Who are you?”
“What do you want?”
The man walked up to the coffin and stopped, saying calmly, “You don’t need to know who I am!”
“I only want to know, do you want revenge?”
Revenge?
Huang Ming’s eyes flickered with suspicion, “What do you mean?”
“It means nothing. As long as you want revenge, I can help you heal and improve your strength.”
Pie doesn't fall from the sky; Huang Ming understood this principle well.
“Why are you helping me?”
“The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Haven’t you heard that saying?”
The man wore a smile.
Huang Ming narrowed his eyes, “You have an issue with that person?”
“You could say so!”
“But you don’t need to understand these details. Tell me now, do you want revenge?”
Huang Ming fell silent.
With his bloodshot eyes, he looked at the black coffin beside him.
Ferocity began to brew.