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With a cold shout, he commanded, "Brothers, surround and kill this man!"
Zhao Hu gripped his Ghost Head Broadsword tightly, his figure flashing as he charged towards Yun Fan with incredible speed. The others around him, armed with sharp blades, joined in the assault alongside Zhao Hu.
Yun Fan sensed the murderous intent radiating from Zhao Hu; it was a relentless drive to kill. It seemed the only way to resolve this trouble was to eliminate these attackers. The spiritual energy from his Dantian surged forth, enveloping his Sword Body as he engaged in battle.
The two sides clashed fiercely, the air filled with the glint of blades and the sounds of combat. Yun Fan activated his Yuan Yang Jue, unleashing a torrent of spiritual power that met the fierce strikes of his opponents. He maneuvered swiftly, wielding his long sword with precision, creating bursts of dazzling light.
Suddenly, one attacker let out a horrified scream as he collapsed to the ground, a deep gash across his neck. After landing, Yun Fan took another step forward, moving like a specter. His bloodied sword swung again at another foe.
Before a sound could escape their lips, their head was severed cleanly from their body, which fell straight down in a pool of blood. In just a few breaths, Yun Fan had dispatched all of the small fry.
The battlefield was strewn with dozens of corpses, blood soaking the ground amidst severed limbs and shattered remains.
Zhao Hu was struck with fear at this sight; their collective assault had proven ineffective and had only resulted in continuous losses. This kid was too monstrous; it was impossible for him to be subdued alone. He might even lose his life here. Zhao Hu realized he needed to summon the Vice Captain to deal with this threat.
With that thought in mind, he quickly gathered his spiritual energy from his Dantian and prepared to flee deeper into the forest.
However, Yun Fan would not give him the chance to escape; he had already readied himself for this moment. The Falling Feather Sword Technique was unleashed, instantly generating multiple sword shadows that raced towards Zhao Hu at breakneck speed.
Seeing the fierce attack coming his way, Zhao Hu had no choice but to halt his retreat and swing his Ghost Head Broadsword in defense. Unfortunately, the sword light was too sharp; it forced him back repeatedly while blood spewed from his mouth.
The razor-sharp light sliced through his chest, opening several wounds from which blood gushed forth uncontrollably.
After landing firmly on the ground, Yun Fan stomped down hard, causing the surrounding earth to collapse beneath him. Like a ghost once more, he flashed forward again, his sharp long sword aimed horizontally at Zhao Hu.
Zhao Hu stared at the powerful sword shadow, unable to capture it, his eyes wide with terror as he shouted loudly, "Don't kill me! Our Leader won't let you get away with this!"
Yun Fan snorted coldly, the light of his sword never faltering as he thrust it forward with precision. A thud echoed through the air.
The long sword plunged directly into Zhao Hu's chest, and blood gushed out in a torrent.
Pain filled Zhao Hu's eyes as his lips trembled, trying to utter something, but alas, no words escaped him. His head tilted, and he fell lifelessly to the ground.
Yun Fan withdrew the bloody sword, and Zhao Hu's body collapsed without any support, falling limply to the ground.
After slaying these individuals, Yun Fan exhaled a breath of foul air.
Looking at the gruesome scene of bloodied limbs and severed arms before him, he felt a sense of discomfort. After all, he had just crossed over and killed so many people; there was still a lingering feeling of nausea within him.
However, Yun Fan quickly regained his composure. He had already slain numerous beasts and witnessed plenty of bloodshed. Moreover, if he wanted to become strong in this world, survival would inevitably involve killing; future scenes would only be more brutal than this one.
Once he dealt with these foes, Yun Fan's gaze shifted to the corner where Zhao Yanran stood.
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