As the words fell, Ke Longxiang's followers behind him began to stir restlessly.

Their fierce expressions suggested they were not there to help him recover but rather to kill him.

Since they dared to make a move here, they were naturally confident they could suppress any consequences.

Xu Fan guessed that no one would come to his rescue until he was at his last breath...

"Since Young Master Ke is so eager to help, I naturally feel happy," he said.

After taking a deep breath, Xu Fan took the Yanluo Sword that was hanging by his side into his hands.

The crimson blade slowly emerged from its sheath, and he tightly gripped the handle, drawing a horizontal line in front of him.

"Cross this line, and you bear the consequences," he declared.

At that moment, even though he couldn't move the Innate Qi Energy within his body due to his injuries, he had the Yanluo Sword in hand! He was keen to see, of this bunch of ants, who would dare to step forward!

...

Ke Longxiang's gaze fell on the longsword in Xu Fan's hand, causing his face to turn somewhat blank.

The centipede wriggles even when dead—could this guy still possess some strength?

Compared to Li Xiaochen, the thugs he brought today were in no way comparable. Ke Longxiang furrowed his brows tightly, hesitating somewhat.

For a moment, the hospital room fell eerily silent; the young man stood with his sword, commanding a gallant and staunch air like a lone warrior guarding a pass.

At that moment, everyone's eyes were on him, and recalling his warning about bearing the consequences, they couldn't help but step back two steps in fear.

"Hmph, Xu Fan, you still dare to act tough at a time like this?" Ke Longxiang scoffed.

"What are you standing there for? Beat him to death!"

Having just drawn his sword, the crowd was so intimidated that they stepped back, causing a surge of anger to rise in Ke Longxiang's heart!

He couldn't care less now!

What did it matter if this guy had a breath left in him? Today, even if it took a war of attrition, he would grind him down!

At that moment, several newly promoted thugs behind Ke Longxiang, eager to prove their worth, charged directly at Xu Fan!

With fierce vigor and incredible bravery, these young men, having made a small name for themselves on the streets of Shanghai, now planned to rise higher by taking the head of Xu Fan, the crouching tiger from the open field!

"Die!"

In an instant, three men crossed the line that Xu Fan had drawn and, wielding their machetes, chopped down at him!

The razor-sharp machete blades glittered as they cleaved through the air! Glancing indifferently, Xu Fan swung the Yanluo Sword in his hand.

The sword met the blades head-on!

A trail of crimson blood flashed! The three machetes, supposedly strong enough to bend the Yanluo Sword, were as fragile as tofu and were chopped into two pieces!

With a clang, the broken machetes made of refined steel hit the ground. The three men could not help but show a look of terror on their faces!

Xu Fan's sword motion did not stop there; the crimson blade transformed into specks of blood plum.

The blade quickly pricked the limbs of the three men. The invincible Yanluo Sword, now as easily as it had severed their weapon, effortlessly snapped their tendons!

Splash!

Splash!

Splash!

Sounds of kneeling echoed one after another; a second ago, the three vigorous men were now kneeling on the ground, faces filled with terror and pain.

If it weren't for the fact that they were in a hospital, perhaps the sword in his hand would've cut more than just limbs a moment ago.

Those who cross the line, bear the consequences...

Looking at Xu Fan's cold eyes, the crowd couldn't help but recall his earlier warning.

The three now-disabled thugs told themselves that this young man was not joking around!

"Ke Longxiang, are you happy now?" Xu Fan, standing with his sword, asked calmly as his gaze fell on Ke Longxiang across from him.

"You!"

Although the strength of the three was mediocre, they should have at least been able to hold out against an severely injured Xu Fan for a while.

But here they were, incapacitated before they could even wear down half of Xu Fan's energy.

Ke Longxiang's face fluctuated between shades of anger.

"Xu, you're courting death!"

Clenching his teeth, he glared at Xu Fan like a tiger eyeing its prey. Soon, a few more men stepped forward from behind him.

Having just witnessed the scene, several people approached with caution, carefully stepping over the line drawn by Xu Fan.

"It seems you have forgotten what I said."

Before they could launch an attack, Xu Fan's Yanluo Sword swept across!

One sword sweep exhausted the universe!

Although this sword swipe wasn't as fierce as one bolstered by Innate Sword Qi, the momentum was still overwhelmingly commanding!

It shattered and severed the weapons of the incoming enemies!

In the air, there was only a rife scent of blood spreading about!

Blooms of blood burst from the limbs of the four men! Accompanied by screams, the four collapsed to the ground!

Two rounds of attacks, the sword blade smeared with fresh blood, revealing a chilling intent to kill!

Wiping the Yanluo Sword on those who crossed the line, Xu Fan's gaze then shifted back to Ke Longxiang.

"Ke Longxiang, are you happy now?"

"..."

Furious, Ke Longxiang clenched his fists as he met Xu Fan's gaze.

Looking back, he wanted to send more people forward, but when he turned his head, the crowd behind him had involuntarily backed up several steps…

Serving Ke Longxiang was one thing, but dying for him was another.

This young man wielded the Treasured Sword with unparalleled swordsmanship, why should they go forward?

Is it to court death!

"A bunch of trash!"

With a fierce glare, Ke Longxiang then looked into the crowd.

"You guys, aren't you masters of Neijia martial arts?"

"Why don't you go up? Am I just wasting money on you!"

Roaring, two Neijia fighters reluctantly stepped forward.

They could indeed see that the young man before them had sustained serious injuries.

If they were to kill him, they had to seize this opportunity.

However, even though they were stronger than others, they still felt fearful towards Xu Fan.

That bunch got killed in one sword strike; at best, they themselves could only last ten more strikes.

Even in such severe injuries, his heroic stature was evident, it was hard to fathom how terrifying he would be at his peak...

"Kid, you are indeed formidable, but unfortunately, your injuries won't last much longer."

With heads held high, they approached the line and stopped, the Neijia fighters tried to calm themselves and said, "Just surrender peacefully, and we can grant you a swift end."

"Oh?"

Xu Fan, holding his sword, slightly raised an eyebrow and his eyes landed on their clenched fists.

"What if I refuse?"

"You!"

Their faces turned red with anger as they charged forward!

"Then you deserve to die!"

As Inner Strength surged, their sturdy arms coiled like dragons! This punch, if landed, could directly penetrate the chest!

The momentum was several times more fierce than before, but Xu Fan didn't even swing his sword this time.

With a flick of his arm, a jade-colored object shot out!

Jade Silkworm!

Using the force of Xu Fan's throw, the Jade Silkworm directly landed on one opponent's hand!

With a fierce bite, it immediately flew to the other person's hand.

With the Jade Cold Poison entering their bodies, the two didn't even touch Xu Fan before the poison took effect!

"You!"

It was as if they were in a world of ice and snow, the two clutched their bodies tightly, the cold poison forcing them to uncontrollably shiver.

This guy was simply too terrifying!

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