Lu Fan headed towards the border of Zhongzhou after leaving. He could clearly sense dozens of powerful auras at the border, likely from the Black Shadow organization.
Phoenix Ridge was located in the border area of Zhongzhou, a place rarely visited by people.
"Young Master, once we cross Phoenix Ridge, we will leave Long Country!" the leading black-clothed man said. "We will be safe then!"
"What's the rush? We are all Grandmasters. Even if people from the Dragon Group come, they wouldn't dare do anything to us!" Du Haisheng stated directly. "After all, on the Outer Realm battlefield, Long Country still relies on the Black Shadow organization for assistance!"
"What the Young Master said is correct!" the black-clothed man nodded. "But just to be safe, we should leave Phoenix Ridge as soon as possible!"
Du Haisheng nodded slightly. He knew very well that Long Country had powerful backing. If they truly wanted to keep him, he might not be able to leave safely.
However, just then, a figure arrived like a ghost, directly blocking their path. "Want to leave? I'm afraid it's not that simple, is it?"
"It's you?" Du Haisheng's expression was cold. "Indeed, you have great courage. Daring to come alone?"
"If you had stayed obediently at the hotel, I might have spared your life!" Lu Fan sneered. "Now that you court death, you won't escape today!"
"What audacious words!"
The leading black-clothed man said coldly, "What kind of existence is the Young Master? How can you threaten him? If you move aside now, we might let you go. Otherwise, we will bury you here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the other black-clothed men stepped forward, holding long swords and exuding powerful auras.
"Thirteen Sword Saints, thirty Grandmasters!"
Du Haisheng sneered. "Are you sure you want to die?"
Lu Fan said nothing more. He clenched his fist and strode towards the many experts, unmoving as a mountain, moving like thunder.
The Thirteen Sword Saints did not evade at all and directly moved to intercept Lu Fan. Anyone who dared to block their path was destined to die.
Within Phoenix Ridge, numerous figures surged, and even the mountains began to tremble.
Not far away, many martial arts experts rushed to the scene. They were not coming to participate in the battle but to watch the show. Gu Wen and others were among them.
After a fierce exchange, several black-clothed men were heavily injured, their faces grim.
The leading black-clothed man frowned. The Thirteen Sword Saints were powerful, possessing Grandmaster techniques, but for some reason, they were so outmatched by Lu Fan.
"You escort the Young Master first!"
The leading black-clothed man ordered. "Ensure the Young Master's safety!"
Several black-clothed men nodded, and Du Haisheng did not hesitate. He had intended to use the Thirteen Sword Saints to deal with Lu Fan, but it seemed he had underestimated Lu Fan.
"Want to leave?"
Lu Fan narrowed his eyes, stomped the ground with one foot, and a powerful burst of force erupted. The several Grandmasters in front of him were instantly shattered into pieces.
Du Haisheng was terrified and did not dare to linger. These were all Grandmaster experts, but before Lu Fan, they were like ants.
Only now did he realize that Lu Fan had been hiding his true strength all along.
"Hold him off and protect the Young Master's escape!"
The leading black-clothed man roared. Lu Fan's displayed strength was completely beyond his control.
Seven or eight figures formed a defensive line again, trying to block Lu Fan's path. Unfortunately, under Lu Fan's powerful offensive, they were like dying dogs. Even those who were Grandmasters could only become cannon fodder.
However, the Thirteen Sword Saints were not made of mud. To help Du Haisheng escape, they unleashed their full potential. Seven or eight sword shadows flashed and hovered in the air, each sword carrying supreme sword intent.
"In the face of absolute strength, these flashy tricks are useless," Lu Fan said with a cold expression, simultaneously striking the ground with his palm.
*Boom...*
A massive impact sound echoed. The seven or eight figures were sent flying, and the swords in their hands turned to dust, their eyes filled with despair.
*Puff...*
Numerous figures fell to the ground, spitting blood, their eyes filled with shock.
"Mighty One!"
The leading black-clothed man's face turned ashen. "I didn't expect you to be a Mighty One."
"There's still much you don't know!" Lu Fan sneered. "No one is leaving Zhongzhou today!"
After speaking, Lu Fan pursued Du Haisheng.
"It's useless. Phoenix Ridge is only a step away from the Outer Realm battlefield. It's too late for you to go now," the leading black-clothed man said coldly. "Once the Young Master returns to Black Shadow, the leader will make you wish you were dead!"
"You are too naive!" Lu Fan shrugged. "Do you think he can really leave?"
"What do you mean by that?" the black-clothed man frowned.
"Within Long Country, if someone intrudes into the Black Shadow organization, how can the Dragon Group stand by?" Lu Fan stated directly. "I've already asked the Dragon Group to intercept him. He cannot escape!"
The black-clothed man's expression changed. He tried to get up again but felt the powerful internal energy emanating from Lu Fan. Before he could even rise, he turned into nothingness.
Witnessing the scene before them, the martial arts experts who had arrived were shocked and more fearful of Lu Fan. Such terrifying means were astonishing.
Gu Wen and others arrived and, seeing the scene, did not know what to say. They had intended to help Lu Fan deal with the Thirteen Sword Saints, but the current situation made them laugh and cry.
"Is this Lord Lu from Jiangnan?" Gu Long's eyelids twitched. "Isn't he a bit too strong?"
"That's right, this is Master!" Gu Wen nodded. "Always full of surprises."
At this very moment, at the border of Zhongzhou, Du Haisheng was escorted by several black-clothed men, his expression not good.
They were all Grandmaster experts, yet they were being pursued like this. The black-clothed men who stayed behind would likely become corpses.
Just as they were about to step into the Outer Realm battlefield, a figure appeared in the distance, carrying a long sword on his back, his posture appearing even more desolate.
"The Outer Realm battlefield is not a place you can enter just because you want to," Jian Ying said. "To pass through here, you must have Long Country's permission!"
"Who are you?" Du Haisheng frowned. "Why have I never heard of such a rule? You had better move aside, or you will die without a burial place!"
"As expected of the son of the Black Shadow leader, your words are so arrogant," Han Bing said with a faint smile. "It's just a pity that you will be buried in Zhongzhou today!" Su Dan Novel Network
"Ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth!"
Several black-clothed men spoke coldly and moved towards Han Bing and his companions. Lu Fan would arrive soon, and they had to cross the Zhongzhou border. As long as they reached the Outer Realm battlefield, the Black Shadow organization would have experts waiting to receive them, and they would not have to fear Lu Fan.
Looking at the approaching figures, Jian Ying's expression was indifferent. He drew his long sword fiercely, and a torrent of sword intent surged forth, forming an arc, carrying wisps of life force.
Sensing the powerful sword intent, the several black-clothed men retreated rapidly, their faces turning ashen. "Mighty One!"
Du Haisheng also frowned. "Senior's cultivation is profound, and we are no match for you. But why are you blocking my path?"