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The originally closed wooden door was now half-open, revealing a slightly messy corner of the room. Fang Chen's footsteps suddenly halted, his pupils narrowing slightly, and a chilling light flickered in his dark eyes.
"Song Nanfeng!" The cold utterance of these three words unleashed a surge of Killing Intent from Fang Chen's body. At the same time, with a crack, the communication jade pendant gifted by Qian Yuan in Fang Chen's hand was suddenly crushed, and an inexplicable aura shot into the void before him, vanishing in an instant.
After doing all this, Fang Chen's halted footsteps gently lifted again as he walked toward the room that now had two uninvited guests.
Inside Fang Chen's room, chaos reigned; it looked as if it had been thoroughly ransacked. On the bed, which was already stripped of its bedding, sat two figures clad in Dark Red Robes.
"He actually dares to come here!" A mocking voice came from one of the figures. Immediately, this figure stood up and gazed through the half-open wooden door at Fang Chen, who approached with a grim expression. The scar on his face twisted like a centipede, and a sinister look gradually formed on Song Nanfeng's terrifying face.
"What a naive fellow; does he really think that having two days of protection means he can act without concern?" Looking at Fang Chen, who did not flee immediately but instead walked toward them as if he had some backing, Song Nanfeng sneered. Clearly, he interpreted Fang Chen's actions as believing that he would not dare to take action.
"I want him dead!" A hoarse and cold voice suddenly came from beside Song Nanfeng. This voice sounded as if it drifted from the Netherworld, carrying an indescribable chill and a thick sense of resentment.
This figure was noticeably thinner than Song Nanfeng. Cloaked in the wide Dark Red Robes, this person slightly lowered their head, allowing their somewhat disheveled hair to fall and obscure their face. A chill mixed with resentment continuously emanated from this person, causing even Song Nanfeng, who stood nearby, to change his expression slightly.
"Hold on; it's not wise to kill him directly here." Sensing the increasingly intense resentment radiating from the figure beside him and the chilling Killing Intent permeating the air around them, Song Nanfeng frowned and explained: "As long as we bring him back to the Enforcement Hall, his life and death will be in our control. There's no need to take such a big risk by trying to kill him here."
"Endure? I can't hold back any longer!" The words filled with intense resentment spilled out from beneath the Dark Red Robes. As soon as these words fell, Song Nanfeng's expression changed slightly.
They dared to seek trouble with Fang Chen at this moment and even had confidence in being able to put him to death because of their identities as disciples of the Enforcement Hall. This was also the only loophole during the two-day protection period.
As long as they forcibly took Fang Chen to the Enforcement Hall in the name of the Enforcement Hall, they would have control over everything there. They could even find any excuse to confine Fang Chen within the Enforcement Hall, directly depriving him of his opportunity for the Entry Examination. By the time the two-day deadline ended, even if he were dead, no one would care or even notice.
Aside from that, if one were to directly take action against Fang Chen here, it would mean something entirely different. Because that would truly violate the sect rules, leaving them vulnerable to being caught. Even if some people from the Enforcement Hall spoke up later, it would be difficult to protect themselves. Although Song Nanfeng really wanted to eliminate Fang Chen, he was unwilling to put himself at risk as well.
However, despite this, he was well aware that the person beside him, although currently not very strong, had a significant background. Moreover, this person's martial arts future was far beyond what he could compare to. If the other party truly decided to take action against Fang Chen, he would have no choice but to join in.
For Song Nanfeng, who had originally been grinning with malice, this was the greatest tragedy. What seemed like a sure thing could potentially end in mutual destruction; could there be anything worse than this?
Just then, outside the half-open door of the room, Fang Chen, who had been approaching, suddenly stopped in his tracks.
“Song Nanfeng, get out here!” A roar infused with Qi Energy suddenly erupted from Fang Chen's mouth.
“Get out here!” “Get out here!” “Get out here!” …
In that moment, the entire world echoed with those three words. The tremendous sound drew everyone's attention toward this spot.
Although filled with rage, Fang Chen did not lose his composure. He understood that Song Nanfeng daring to come here so openly at this time must mean he was prepared and might even directly attack him.
Currently, his strength was still lacking compared to Song Nanfeng at the Late Stage of Transformation Realm. Moreover, there was more than just Song Nanfeng in the room. He couldn't recklessly charge in like this; even if he wanted to do so, he needed to wait for Qian Yuan to arrive.
The roar infused with a hint of Great Dao Power continued to reverberate, as if the entire world was left with nothing but that rumbling sound. Inside the room, Song Nanfeng's expression gradually darkened amidst the roar.
“Trying to escalate things and make us cautious? What a clever Little One.” Although it sounded like praise, there was a strong sense of mockery on Song Nanfeng's scarred face.
“However, this guy has reminded me that this matter cannot be delayed any longer; I need to take him back to the Enforcement Hall soon and avoid any unnecessary trouble.” Song Nanfeng muttered to himself. He then glanced at the thin figure standing silently beside him and felt a slight unease in his heart. He truly feared that this little ancestor beside him might suddenly explode in anger and take action against Fang Chen in front of everyone.
"Just as you said, take him back as soon as possible." A hoarse voice came from the Dark Red Robes, the figure whose face was obscured spoke.
Upon hearing this, Song Nanfeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He then nodded, and with a wave of his sleeve, the half-open wooden door in front of him was torn apart. Stepping through the fragments of wood, he walked out of the room.
"We meet again." Looking at the handsome face of Fang Chen, which bore a hint of coldness, Song Nanfeng smiled broadly.
Hearing Song Nanfeng's words, which sounded as if he was certain of victory, Fang Chen ignored him. His gaze swept over Song Nanfeng before landing on another figure not far behind him.
"Hmm?" The moment his gaze touched this figure, Fang Chen's eyes narrowed slightly. He then looked at the figure's empty left arm, a strange expression suddenly appearing on his face.
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