In the dim light, Ning Fan, dressed in black, stood there, gazing at the three strangely featured people not far away.
Just moments ago, these three were about to assault Lan Kexin. Had Ning Fan arrived a moment later, Kexin might have been left with an indelible shadow in her heart.
Behind his mask, Ning Fan's face was a sheet of coldness, his eyes filled with endless murderous intent.
Regardless of whether these three were from Mingwang Pavilion or not, just the fact that they had laid hands on Aunt Yun and the villagers, and had tried to force themselves on Lan Kexin just now, was enough for Ning Fan to sentence them to death.
"You know Dikas, you killed him?!"
Upon hearing the name Dikas from Ning Fan's mouth, one of the eyes of the Dulong trio widened in shock, the exposed half of his face twisted in ferocity.
Seeing his reaction, Ning Fan thought to himself, so it is true, these freaks really are from Mingwang Pavilion.
"Where is the Nine Souls Jade, hand it over and we'll give you a quick death!"
The Dulong trio stepped forward, clasping a bayonet in his hand, the blade black as night with gilded patterns engraved upon it, and blood streaks on the three blood grooves.
Ning Fan tilted his head, chuckling lightly, "The Nine Souls Jade is said to have the power to bring the dead back to life, but I'm certain, it definitely won't save any of you!"
After picking up on the mockery in Ning Fan's words, the Dulong trio narrowed his eyes, revealing a threat of violence, and then the body bent like hunting cheetah and exploded with extreme speed, rushing towards Ning Fan in the blink of an eye.
The pitch-black bayonet was raised high, aiming at Ning Fan's neck at a bizarre angle.
Ning Fan slightly turned his head and sidestepped, delivering a leg whip directly to the Dulong trio's stomach.
With a muffled grunt, the attacker couldn't bring down the fatal strike and instead staggered backward two steps.
"Men who play tricks and act mysterious, that's not the way to women's hearts!"
Poseimi approached from Ning Fan's right, the knife in her hands reflecting the mask on Ning Fan's face.
"Women like you aren't endearing either, they frighten men," Ning Fan spoke calmly, flicking his wrist, and two Silver Needles shot out, forcing Poseimi to abandon her attack and instead block the potentially lethal Silver Needles.
"Almost forgot about you, you monkey!"
Ning Fan leapt high into the air and shot a series of Silver Needles at a small dark shadow below.
Amu was short and swift, as agile as a monkey, rolling on the ground a few times to avoid the Silver Needles shot by Ning Fan.
Stepping out of the bushes, Amu glared at Ning Fan as he fell from the sky, his hands fitted with finely forged steel claws.
The Dulong trio pulled out a Silenced Pistol and fired at Ning Fan in the darkness.
In the pitch-black space, bullets sparked streaks of fire, while Ning Fan's figure blended into one with the darkness at that moment.
"Damn it, where is this guy?"
Poseimi clenched her teeth, her expression pained, sweat beading finely across her face. She clutched her wrist, which was pierced by a Silver Needle.
When Poseimi initiated her attack on Ning Fan, she had already blocked two of the Silver Needles he had shot, but she never expected that among the needles Ning Fan had meanwhile directed at Amu after leaping, more than three were aimed at her.
She had reacted as quickly as possible, but still failed to deflect the final Silver Needle, only managing to stop the last one from plunging into her neck with her hand.
"The Silver Needles are poisoned, be careful everyone!"
Poseimi's right hand trembled as she cautiously observed her surroundings and removed her gloves.
All that could be seen was a black spot slowly spreading from her wrist, the darkness in Poseimi's heart reaching its zenith.
"Your hand!" Du Longsan exclaimed in astonishment as he looked at Poseimi's blackening palm, and then suddenly turned his head toward the darkness, being on guard for the possible Silver Needles that might come shooting at any moment.
Amug also noticed Poseimi's hand and was now sticking close to the two, not daring to be careless.
Poseimi's breathing became chaotic. She looked at her hand, her face turned fierce, raised her knife, and swiftly chopped it off.
Seeing her so decisive, the other two, smelling the blood, remained unaffected, still on guard for the subsequent sneak attack.
Poseimi used her sleeve to wrap the wound that kept spurting fresh blood, her complexion turning pale, her lips bitten by her own teeth to the point of bleeding.
"Do it, do it now! Kill him!"
Looking at the hand lying on the ground, Poseimi screamed miserably, her voice full of hatred.
The expressions of the other two finally changed slightly. They glanced at Poseimi's ferocious face, and Du Longsan finally raised the silenced pistol in his hand, aiming at a corner in the darkness.
Two more bullets, but without effect, they didn't hit Ning Fan at all.
Suddenly, Ning Fan came out of the darkness, clapping his hands. He looked at Poseimi with amusement, a look that completely stabbed at the woman whose face and body were extremes.
"You deserve to die!"
Poseimi's voice was full of hatred, and, before Du Longsan and Amug could stop her, she rushed forward with the long knife in her hand.
After a moment, her face, ghastly like a fierce ghost's, appeared before Ning Fan. The shining blade didn't reflect Ning Fan's figure but her own.
The knife plunged into flesh, but the one who fell into the pool of blood was not Ning Fan, but Poseimi, the woman who wished she could tear him into a thousand pieces.
Du Longsan and Amug's eyes widened, watching the scene in disbelief.
Du Longsan and Amug exclaimed in unison.
The whole process happened very quickly. Ning Fan grabbed Poseimi's wrist, then used brute force to break her hand, and, holding onto it, he stabbed the knife into her heart, all in less than two seconds.
Poseimi spat out a mouthful of blood, her eyes filled with reluctance and resentment as she collapsed into the bloodbath.
Ning Fan didn't bother to check if Poseimi was completely dead. If someone could still be alive after having their heart pierced through, they must be an "Immortal"!
"Don't waste time; both of you come at me together."
Ning Fan looked indifferently at the remaining Du Longsan and Amug, appearing quite relaxed, as if finishing off Poseimi was no more than a minor convenience for him.
Du Longsan and Amug's faces looked somber. They exchanged glances, and finally, both struck a stance, ready to attack Ning Fan together.
If they didn't join forces, they would just be broken one by one by Ning Fan. Poseimi was a prime example; now she lay on the ground with her heart pierced, thoroughly dead.
Du Longsan, with a silenced pistol in one hand and a pitch-black bayonet in the other, rushed towards Ning Fan first.
Amug followed closely behind, his figure agile and fierce, sparks flying from the claws on his hands.