Teng Zhuhai, worthy of being a master at the Peak of the Object-Manipulating Realm even though he was in a state of sleep, at his most unguarded, he had already detected the murderous intent within the darkness. He woke up abruptly and immediately reacted.
The True Qi of someone at the Peak of the Object-Manipulating Realm was incredibly powerful. Even Ning Fan had no choice but to retreat temporarily, his dagger repelled by Teng Zhuhai's True Qi.
Ning Fan looked regretfully at Teng Zhuhai, who had leaped up from the bed. It was truly a pity—if not for this accident, Teng Zhuhai might have already breathed his last. Ning Fan was quite confident in the poison he had concocted.
"Who are you, who sent you, to dare assassinate me?!"
Teng Zhuhai glared with round eyes, the rage in his eyes seeming to spew forth. He locked onto Ning Fan's position directly in the darkness, and with an angry strike, he shattered all the objects obstructing his view in front of him.
With a crash, a mirror was shattered to pieces by Teng Zhuhai. Ning Fan did not clash with Teng Zhuhai's strength but temporarily dodged his sharp edge.
After his strike missed, Teng Zhuhai was extremely annoyed. His mood had already been bad these past few days due to Ning Fan's affairs, and even he, with his profound schemes, could no longer contain the fury in his heart.
Now someone even dared to strike at him directly—did they truly regard the Yunteng Family and him, Teng Zhuhai, as unworthy of consideration? At this moment, Teng Zhuhai's heart was filled with cruelty, and all he wanted was to tear the assassin to shreds.
"Teng Zhuhai, can't you recognize me?"
As Teng Zhuhai was about to make another move, Ning Fan suddenly spoke out, his voice laced with mockery, causing Teng Zhuhai to widen his eyes involuntarily.
This voice, how could Teng Zhuhai not recognize it? This familiar voice irritated Teng Zhuhai to no end, and he roared, "Ning Fan, it's actually you!"
Teng Zhuhai had never expected Ning Fan to appear here, let alone that he was planning an attack under the cover of night.
His heart immediately filled with rage. This young man completely disregarded him, or rather, did not see the Yunteng Family as worth mentioning.
How could Ning Fan know what Teng Zhuhai was thinking in his heart? Sensing Teng Zhuhai had lost some of his calm, Ning Fan became even less merciful, "It's such a pity—why couldn't you just sleep to death!"
Listening to Ning Fan's mockery, Teng Zhuhai could no longer contain his anger. In the dark room, waves of fierce punches whistled through the air, with breaking sounds, bang bang bang!
The collision of fists nearly flipped the entire room upside down.
"Ning Fan, heaven gave you a path which you did not take, and without a door to Hell, you had to barge in. Accept your death!"
Thinking of how Ning Fan dared to use his son to threaten him, Teng Zhuhai felt an unbearable hatred. A towering killing intent rose in his heart, and Teng Zhuhai's movements became increasingly faster, his fists' force growing stronger as well.
With a loud crash, Teng Zhuhai's fist hit a wall, boring a large hole into it.
Ning Fan narrowed his eyes and drew the Twin Swords from his back. In the darkness, two sharp sounds of slicing air erupted, and with a slick sound, Teng Zhuhai's chest was slashed open, leaving a gory wound.
Teng Zhuhai instinctively stepped back, not expecting to be struck by Ning Fan.
In the gloomy space, a blue light shone through the darkness: it was the two long swords in Ning Fan's hands, their blue sword radiance making Teng Zhuhai's eyes widen in disbelief.
"Impossible, you're merely at the early stage of the Object-Manipulating Realm, how can this be?!"
Teng Zhuhai looked at Ning Fan in horror; the twin swords in Ning Fan's hands were actually covered with True Qi, and the blue sword radiance had increased the swords' power several times over. He had been caught off guard because he hadn't noticed this earlier, and the bloody gash on his chest served as the best lesson.
"Who said I was at the intermediate stage of the Object-Manipulating Realm? Sorry, I had a breakthrough recently. I'm now at the same realm as you!"
Ning Fan sneered. Ever since his breakthrough to the Object-Manipulating Realm, Ning Fan had been intensifying his cultivation. Knowing of the existence of such a colossal "umbrella", he dared not slacken his efforts and had been training with exceptional diligence. But this statement was a lie; making a breakthrough in one's realm wasn't as simple as just saying so.
On the other hand, Ning Fan had indeed had some insights and was on the cusp of a breakthrough. Therefore, he had been holding his ground in the fight against Teng Zhuhai without showing any weakness.
This claim was merely Ning Fan bluffing him. If Ning Fan really had made a breakthrough, his strength would have surpassed Teng Zhuhai's by a large margin, rather than being evenly matched as they were now.
Nevertheless, Teng Zhuhai believed him, for in his mind, how could someone at the intermediate stage of the Object-Manipulating Realm fight on par with him, someone at the peak of the Object-Manipulating Realm? Thus, when Ning Fan claimed to have peak Object-Manipulating Realm strength, Teng Zhuhai was almost convinced.
However, Teng Zhuhai was extremely wary of the sword radiance on Ning Fan's twin swords—it was a technique only those in the True Origin Realm could wield. Even he, who had stepped into the peak of Object-Manipulating Realm many years ago, could not master it. Ning Fan's incredible fortune was simply enviable.
But it was precisely because of this that Teng Zhuhai was even less inclined to let Ning Fan go. Ning Fan's potential was truly terrifying. Teng Zhuhai was now beating an anxious rhythm in his heart, for if he let this young man escape, it would pose a huge threat to the Yunteng Family.
Moreover, they were now locked in a fight to the death. A gloomy look flashed in Teng Zhuhai's eyes, his fists clenched, and the aura around him suddenly changed, becoming chillingly cold.
Ning Fan narrowed his eyes, watching Teng Zhuhai with solemn readiness.
The darkness of the environment seemed not to affect them at all; just relying on their keen senses, both could determine each other's current positions.
There was already quite a commotion here; Teng Bei and people from the Shangguan Family were naturally aware of it, and at this moment, they were probably racing here as fast as they could.
Ning Fan knew he must fight quickly and decisively. Even if he couldn't kill Teng Zhuhai today, he had to inflict severe damage on him and force this old man back to Zang City.
"Teng Zhuhai, let's see how much longer you can last!"
Using a disdainful tone on purpose, Ning Fan tried to provoke Teng Zhuhai while for the first time charging forward with his twin swords.
Two trails of cold blue light streaked through the air, the sword edges covered in sword radiance slicing through metal as if it were mud; everywhere they passed, none were spared.
Cold sweat had broken out on Teng Zhuhai's forehead; he was terribly afraid of Ning Fan's techniques. At this moment, he dared not directly counter Ning Fan, having already taken the earlier lesson to heart. No matter how strong his body was, he could not escape the sharpness of Ning Fan's sword radiance.
"Ning Fan, I must admit you have skills, but do you think you can leave here unscathed today?"
Teng Zhuhai suddenly shouted, and the next second, he busted through the door and fled.