In the woods, Wu Lin's figure darted through the trees, and as he glanced back, he could clearly see Di Baitian's figure gaining on him.
"Damn it, I've failed!"
Wu Lin's appearance in Zhonghai was no accident; he had come to kill, and Ouyang Feifei's head was worth a great deal.
He planned to make this hit and then head to North America to dodge about for a few years.
After getting out of Death Prison, Wu Lin had made plans to rake in a major cash haul, then disappear for a few years, so he targeted Ouyang Feifei.
Someone was offering a bounty on Ouyang Feifei's life, a job posted on the dark web by remnants of the Yun Ci Guild in Europe before they were wiped out.
Although those people were already dead, the bounty was still in the hands of people on the dark web, and the job was still active.
What Wu Lin hadn't expected was for Ouyang Feifei to approach him proactively. He had been considering how to find her, and more surprisingly, Di Baitian was also present.
Although unclear why Di Baitian was mixed up with Ouyang Feifei, Wu Lin had nothing but disdain for the new Shadow Team organization being established by Asura; he had no interest in it at all, let alone any intention to join them.
He had, after all, come to claim Ouyang Feifei's head, and after completing this job, it would be enough for him to remain hidden for a few years; he didn't want to muddle in the Dark World anymore.
"Kid, I want to see how far you can run!"
Di Baitian was quickly chasing behind him, having just gotten a bloody cut on his arm while protecting Ouyang Feifei from a sneak attack.
Though Wu Lin was not as strong as Di Baitian, his skill at concealing his murderous intent was commendable; Di Baitian hadn't sensed anything until Wu Lin struck, which was why he got injured.
"Di Baitian, thinking you can catch me is a real joke!"
Wu Lin laughed viciously; although he couldn't beat Di Baitian, his skill at escape was remarkable, and his Qinggong was transcendent.
Just as Di Baitian caught up a bit, Wu Lin sped up again, increasing the distance between them in the blink of an eye.
Unwilling to see Wu Lin fading into the distance, Di Baitian was furious, thinking that if he let this Wu Lin get away, not only would it be hard to swallow his pride, but should the affair of the Shadow Team get leaked, Ning Fan would definitely come after him.
Wu Lin, too, had similar thoughts; Asura wanted to establish a Shadow Team, and such intelligence could definitely fetch a good price.
Although he hadn't managed to take Ouyang Feifei's life this time, with such unexpected good fortune, Wu Lin still believed that with his slick tongue, he could sell the information for a good price, which, while it might not be as much as Ouyang Feifei's life, was better than nothing.
"Huh, Di Baitian is just so-so!"
Wu Lin was also a master, though he hadn't reached the Intermediate Stage of the True Qi Realm like Di Baitian, he was just as one foot into the realm of Martial Artists, and his Qinggong was admired by all.
Having easily shaken off Di Baitian, Wu Lin once again slowed his speed while mocking that compared to the rumors, Di Baitian really wasn't that formidable.
Suddenly, a cold voice boomed like thunder in Wu Lin's ear, causing his eyes to widen as he instinctively looked around warily.
He searched the surroundings, trying to pinpoint the speaker.
Meanwhile, a surge of energy locked onto Wu Lin entirely, making him feel an immense pressure. The frigid murderous aura enveloped him like he had fallen into an icy cave, making him shiver uncontrollably.
A figure descended from the sky, kicking Wu Lin to the ground with a thud.
Wu Lin's body bent 45 degrees in midair before crashing violently into the solid earth. He spat out blood, his face pressed against the ground, and his mouth immediately filled with a mix of broken stones and mud.
Ning Fan's figure slowly emerged from the side, and at the same time, Di Baitian finally caught up and witnessed this scene.
"Di Baitian failed, you think I can't."
"You... you are Asura!"
Wu Lin struggled to lift his head, staring at Ning Fan in terror, his hand shakily pointing at Ning Fan standing in front of him.
He remembered that face, undoubtedly the Asura who left a bloody reputation in the world. There had been a chance encounter when he had seen Ning Fan's true face from afar, but unfortunately, he hadn't been able to capture Ning Fan's image at the time, or else he could have made a fortune.
However, what he hadn't expected was that this reunion was meant to take him to Hell.
Wu Lin pleaded as he tried to crawl up and kowtow to Ning Fan.
Ning Fan looked on coldly and lifted his foot, squashing the man's head with a squelch.
The bloody scene rendered Di Baitian speechless for a moment; he looked at Ning Fan fearfully, then at Wu Lin's headless corpse, almost seeing his own shadow in that body.
Previously, Di Baitian had also challenged Ning Fan's authority and luckily survived. But now, watching Ning Fan kill a martial artist as if slaughtering a dog, Di Baitian was tremendously shocked.
He looked at Ning Fan with great respect, his eyes filled with awe, as if fearing he might be the next one to die.
Ning Fan glanced at the headless body on the ground. He had been waiting here for a long time, ever since Ouyang Feifei provided information about this man, he had never considered that this man would submit.
This man was utterly evil. Compared to Di Baitian, he was a pure fiend, willing to do anything for money. Tonight's act by Ning Fan was deliberate; he intended to 'sharpen his knife' using this man.
And he had to die in front of Di Baitian!
The so-called 'killing the chicken to scare the monkey,' Ning Fan meant to show Di Baitian that he better stay in line, or his end would not be much different from Wu Lin's.
Di Baitian looked at Ning Fan with reverence. He had always regarded other people's lives as mere dirt, but now facing Ning Fan, he realized that in front of a true powerful being, he was the one who was truly insignificant, a mere ant. To resist Ning Fan was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, completely overestimating his own strength.
Seeing Di Baitian's attitude, Ning Fan finally nodded in satisfaction; his efforts hadn't been in vain this time.
"You did well this time." Ning Fan patted Di Baitian on the shoulder, infusing a stream of Pure Yang Qi into his body.
The wounds on Di Baitian's arm began to heal at a visually perceptible rate.
Feeling the Pure Yang Qi transmitted from Ning Fan, Di Baitian's eyes widened excitedly, and his complexion immediately brightened.