Super War God in the City

In the main hall of the back court, Feng Xuehai glimpsed the deceased Yuan Hong through the screen, a trace of hard-to-detect sorrow flashing in his eyes.

"Dad!" It was rare for Feng Wende to show a hint of panic.

Feng Jie and the other juniors were even more aggrieved, each with a pale face. Despite having no fewer than a hundred bodyguards in the house, they couldn't find the sense of security they should feel.

"You panic at the first sign of trouble? How can I trust you to take over the family?" Feng Xuehai stood unshaken, staring at the screen as he coldly admonished.

Feng Wende's heart jolted, "Father is right to teach me! I acknowledge my error!"

As the saying goes, having an elder in the family is like possessing a treasure. With Elder Master Feng as their Seafixing Divine Needle, everyone managed to calm their minds a bit.

Feng Shuya stared at the screen at the proud figure holding onto the Black Coffin, momentarily losing herself.

In the front yard, a group of elite bodyguards, with determination in their eyes and not intimidated by Ling Fan's mockery and disdain, their eyes bloodshot, moved all at once with a whoosh.

Watching the screen from the main hall, Feng Shuya felt her heart tighten slightly at the shocking scene, akin to the Axe Gang in action, and she started to worry for Ling Fan.

The hearts of Feng Wende and others were secretly thrilled, their eyes glued to the scene on the screen.

In the front yard, Ling Fan, faced with the surging crowd, suddenly slapped the Black Coffin with his right hand, sending it flying like a shooting star chasing the moon, smashing into the oncoming crowd.

Immediately after, Ling Fan moved, chasing after the Black Coffin.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The Black Coffin kept toppling people, and as Ling Fan caught up with it, he wielded it like Jingu Bang, leaving anyone it touched with broken bones and torn ligaments.

The heavy Black Coffin, made of solid wood, became a mobile fortress, using force to break through cunning, becoming the strongest weapon, and this most straightforward and crude method was also the most effective.

In a moment, quite a few people had been smashed by the Black Coffin, their brains splattered all over. In comparison, their machetes were like toys against the simple and clumsy Black Coffin.

Ling Fan, like a Devil God descending to earth, made the Black Coffin whirlwind, and the fierce black-clad bodyguards ended up either dead or injured when they encountered it.

The people in the back court main hall of the Feng Family were completely stunned. Is this even a human? Feng Shuya trembled slightly, "Is this the man I'm going to be with in the future?"

After half of their comrades had fallen in the front yard, the remaining bodyguards all stopped, circling Ling Fan at a distance, their faces showing fear.

It wasn't that they feared death, but a meaningless sacrifice was different.

By that time, Ling Fan was already stained red with blood, none of which was his own. He stood holding the Black Coffin, like a Devil God who had crawled out of Hell, coldly sweeping his gaze over the surrounding enemies.

"Either die or kneel!" Ling Fan's voice was cold and detached.

The remaining nearly forty people were silent for a moment before dropping to their knees, one after the other. They could face life and death, but they could not bravely face a senseless death!

With all the bodyguards kneeling, the people in the main hall of the Feng Family shook violently, their faces pale, quietly looking at Feng Xuehai.

Feng Xuehai was slightly moved but did not lose his composure, and just looked indifferently at the proud figure on the screen.

"Step! Step! Step!"

Ling Fan, shouldering the Black Coffin, stepped over the corpses on the ground and through the kneeling crowd, heading straight to the middle hall.

Compared to the front yard, the middle hall had only ten people standing in Ling Fan's way, all dressed in old-fashioned attire, each carrying a Three-Foot Green Blade on their back.

Upon entering, Ling Fan put down the Black Coffin with a 'thud', and the next second, his figure vanished from the spot. Two bullet holes promptly appeared where he had been standing.

Moments later, several gunshots rang out in the middle hall, then all fell silent.

The ten people blocking the middle hall hadn't even seen how Ling Fan left or returned, but they knew that the snipers lying in ambush had all been dealt with, and their hearts grew heavy.

Ling Fan returned to his original spot like a phantom, having used Gui Xu Dance, the Ninth Style of the Holy Martial Nine Forms passed down in his lineage. It was said that once mastered, one could make thirty million changes in a single step, making them unpredictable like ghosts and gods.

With his current strength, he was nowhere near achieving three hundred changes with a single step.

Gently lifting the Black Coffin, Ling Fan disregarded the ten people before him and spoke calmly, "Do you also wish to stop me?"

In the main hall of the back court, Feng Xuehai's cloudy eyes narrowed slightly, Ling Fan's strength had somewhat exceeded his expectations!

Feng Jie and Feng Xiao of the Feng Family's younger generation had lost their earlier calm and indifference. Feng Wenshan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, suddenly awoken as if from a dream, recalling the fright he felt when initially provoking Ling Fan.

Feng Wende and Feng Wenzhi grew serious, barely managing to maintain their composure.

Only Feng Shuya's beautiful eyes flashed with surprise, "Is Ling Fan really that strong?"

The ten people in the main hall were silent; they were Feng Xuehai's greatest reliance, all martial artists, with the strongest at Third Grade and the weakest at First Grade. These ten were adept at a Combined Sword Formation, capable of trapping a Grandmaster Realm expert for a short duration.

The ten brothers exchanged glances and saw determination in one another's eyes.

Without further ado, they took up a surrounding stance and leapt forward with their swords drawn; in an instant, chilling gleams flickered, and sword qi was oppressive.

Ling Fan did not swing the Black Coffin again. Against these martial artists, the Black Coffin would be smashed to pieces upon contact.

The combined attack technique of the ten was indeed formidable and not to be underestimated. The mere momentum and the sword qi it released whipped up dust and pebbles in the main hall.

The Feng Family members in the rear hall were moved by this spectacle, revealing expressions of pleasant surprise, never expecting that the Feng Family had such terrifying experts hidden away.

They immediately felt relieved, their faces showing satisfaction.

But in the next second, Ling Fan, faced with the overwhelming radiance of the swords, made a move, his body flowing like a dragon.

"Holy Martial Nine Forms, Ninth Style—Severing Divine Finger!" Ling Fan uttered softly.

"Ding ding ding!"

A series of metallic clashing sounds resounded as the ten assailants came to a halt just one meter away from Ling Fan, looking at the broken halves of their Mysterious Iron swords in disbelief.

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Ling Fan gently tossed the ten broken swords he was cradling in his arms, and they clanged as they fell to the ground.

He shook his head slightly; according to the inheritance, once the 'Severing Divine Finger' was cultivated to perfection, it could span the heavens with a single finger, severing both divine life and death! Currently, he was not able to unleash even one ten-thousandth of its power.

Yet, even just this sliver of power had already caused the ten men's spirits to crumble and their courage to shatter.

"Life or death?" Ling Fan asked indifferently.

A few breaths later.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

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One after another, the ten men knelt down, bowing their heads, daring not to look directly at Ling Fan!

Inside the rear hall, Feng Xuehai, who had been sitting unperturbed as if he were Mount Tai, finally stood up!

Feng Wende and the others were ashen-faced, terrified.

At this moment, there were still over a dozen bodyguards in the rear hall, but everyone was even more panicked—what could these few do if so many before them had failed to stop him?

"Dad!" Feng Wende couldn't help but call out.

"Are you afraid?" Feng Xuehai asked lightly.

Although Feng Wende and the others said nothing, the expressions on their faces said it all—they were beyond afraid, they felt like they were at death's door!

"Let this be a lesson to you today, remember, those who aspire to great things should remain unfazed even if Mount Tai collapses before them!" Feng Xuehai remained calm and instructed the Feng Family descendants.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a Black Coffin flew into the hall and smashed onto the floor, making a resounding boom that startled Feng Wende and the others into retreating.

"Old man, the coffin has been delivered. Will you climb in yourself, or shall I assist you?" Ling Fan appeared at the entrance of the hall, his body covered in blood, like a Devil God.