Super War God in the City

In the entire courtyard, everyone's gaze was focused on Qiu Haoqiong, all eager to know how the Patriarch of the Qiu family would ultimately decide!

Qiu Haoqiong remained standing in place, his expression changing constantly, while Qiu Yuanqing, kneeling on the ground, had a face as white as a sheet; Qiu Yuansheng, also kneeling beside, was sweating like rain.

Members of the Qiu family all held their breaths, quietly waiting for the patriarch's final decision.

After a long moment, Qiu Haoqiong took a deep breath, his gaze tightly fixed on Ling Fan, "Boy, you know the consequences of deceiving me, it's not as simple as just your death.

Although I only have a year's lifespan left, but killing your loved ones is still very feasible!"

Ling Fan nodded calmly, "You may proceed!"

Seeing this scene, Qiu Yuanqing, kneeling on the ground, was instantly terrified to the core, and mournfully said, "Patriarch, no, this person must be spouting nonsense, please do not fall for it!"

"I have my own plans, there's no need for you to teach me, being the Head of the Qiu Family, you've redeemed your crimes with merit, be at peace!" Qiu Haoqiong's voice was icy cold, devoid of any emotion.

Qiu Yuanqing felt as if he had fallen into a cave of ice, his body going cold, about to speak, only to see Qiu Haoqiong move suddenly, a palm striking down upon his head.

With a 'boom', Qiu Yuanqing's eyes bulged, bleeding from all orifices, his life force fading, dying with his eyes wide open.

Qiu Yuansheng, kneeling beside, watched his elder brother collapse tearfully; his body uncontrollably trembling, large drops of cold sweat sliding down his forehead.

The entire crowd went deadly silent, all shocked and horrified by the scene, especially the members of the Qiu family, all trembling in fear, heads bowed, not even daring to look directly at Ling Fan and Qiu Haoqiong.

Lu Hanshan's mouth was dry, suddenly feeling as though she had been dancing in front of death, realizing that if Ling Fan wanted to kill her, it would be as easy as crushing an ant.

Lu Feichen was also inwardly frightened, praying that Ling Fan would not notice his Lu family.

Qiu Jianbai, who had been leaning against the wall, could not accept the scene before his eyes and passed out again.

After personally killing Qiu Yuanqing, Qiu Haoqiong immediately turned around, his gaze chillingly cold, "Boy, I have fulfilled your request, now it's time for you to honor your promise!"

Ling Fan nodded, speaking indifferently, "Simple, dissipate your cultivation power and cultivate a new set of yang attribute Cultivation Technique without flaws. Within a year not only can your Cultivation Power be restored, your hidden ailments will be gone, and you might even directly step into the next threshold."

Qiu Haoqiong breathed heavily, his eyes turning blood red, "Boy, are you messing with me?"

This scene startled the onlookers once more.

"You haven't tried, how do you know I'm messing with you? I said it, you don't believe it, then there's nothing I can do!" Ling Fan shrugged helplessly.

Qiu Haoqiong's eyes narrowed slightly, gleaming with an unknown light, unsure about the truth of Ling Fan's words, but thinking it wouldn't hurt to try since he only had a year to live.

Having made up his mind, he suddenly sneered, "Boy, you can go die now!"

Once Qiu Haoqiong spoke, He Qingyang's heart trembled, he sighed internally, "I knew this would be the outcome, that boy should not have spoken so readily earlier, now without any utility, could the patriarch of Qiu Family possibly spare you? Young people are so rash!"
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He Jiayi also stamped her foot in frustration, "You fool, normally you seem so clever, how could you be so stupid, all is lost!"

At that moment, apart from the members of the He family who were genuinely worried for Ling Fan, everyone else wished he would be cast into the eighteenth level of Hell to relieve their hatred.

"Oh? You're thinking of going back on your word?" Ling Fan, watching Qiu Haoqiong's eager stance, chuckled lightly.

"Heh, youngster, you forced me to kill my own descendant, do you think I would let you off?

This vengeance is irreconcilable, and now that you have no value, you can go join the deceased members of my Qiu family!" Qiu Haoqiong's face turned sinister, and he suddenly lashed out in furious rage.

Both being martial artists at the Grandmaster Realm, their engagement was like a tsunami sweeping across, a typhoon passing through, wherever they went, rubble flew, and every artificial hill and bonsai was utterly destroyed!

The two fought like Spider-Man and Superman, turning wherever they battled into complete chaos, walls broken, and structures crumbled, too gruesome to look upon.

The onlookers hiding in the distance could not clearly see the fighting techniques of the two, seeing only two swiftly moving phantoms, from which the dull 'thud thud' sounds occasionally came.

A moment later, following a booming sound like the air bursting, the two intertwined figures suddenly separated.

Ling Fan retreated more than ten steps back, 'thump thump thump', with blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

In contrast, Qiu Haoqiong had only stepped back three steps and was slightly out of breath, which immediately made the difference clear.

Seeing this scene, although the spectators were shocked by Ling Fan's abnormal martial prowess, they also breathed a sigh of relief.

For, as formidable as Ling Fan was, he was no match for Qiu Haoqiong and was certain to die today, unless a miracle happened, which was absolutely impossible.

"Is he finally going to die this time?" Lu Hanshan murmured darkly to himself.

He Jiayi's heart sank, and her eyes welled up with tears.

He Qingyang and his wife remained silent, their hearts equally heavy. Ling Fan had brought them too many surprises, and to finally be defeated by the Patriarch of the Qiu Family, they could only say that the heavens envied geniuses, bad luck, and so it was also fate!

Ling Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered, "Old fool, you've exerted so much vital energy, whether you can live past tomorrow is hard to tell, let alone trying the method I've told you about. I doubt you'll have the chance to try it!"

Qiu Haoqiong's face looked slightly unwell, he hadn't expected this young man in front of him to also be a martial artist in the Grandmaster Realm, a truly rare genius indeed!

However, he hadn't lived all these years for nothing. He had one or two heavenly and earthly treasures that could extend life in his hands, such as the Thousand-Year Fire Ganoderma, enough to extend his life for another year. He wasn't worried about going all out against Ling Fan,

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, "Boy, you're no match for me. If you hand over your Cultivation Method, I can spare your life today!"

"Heh, you really think you can kill me? If you could comprehend Divine Skills, perhaps I would have feared you today. But with your current abilities, it's still uncertain whose life will be taken!" Ling Fan sneered repeatedly.

There are roughly three types of Divine Skills, like demonic beasts with special bloodlines, that manifest with growth, the Divine Skills martial artists comprehend through cultivation, and finally, those forged from heavenly and earthly treasures through sacred refinement by chance.

The issue with Qiu Haoqiong right now, probably due to flaws in his Cultivation Technique, though he could comprehend a bit, was his inability to externalize and demonstrate it, so it was a stillbirth.

As for those forged through heavenly and earthly treasures, isn't great opportunity needed? How could it be so easy?

"Hmph, arrogant and ignorant. You indeed are a genius, and if you had a few more years to cultivate, perhaps I really might not be your match today.

But today, your life is not in the hands of fate but in mine. Die!" Qiu Haoqiong shouted explosively and charged at him faster than before.

Seeing this, Ling Fan said to himself, "Bring it on!"

The Gui Xu Dance Method was fully executed under his feet, and with a slight sidestep, a Heaven-Cutting Fist fully unleashed, actually stacking up four levels of force, struck accurately three inches above the elbow on his left arm.

From the earlier exchange, he had already figured out Qiu Haoqiong's critical issue, which was the location of the cold poison, amazingly congregated three inches above the elbow on his left arm, far from his heart by this old fool.

At that moment, when Ling Fan's fist struck right at his vital point, the cold poison erupted like a volcano, instantly sweeping through Qiu Haoqiong's entire body's meridians.

Qiu Haoqiong's face drastically changed, as if stung by a venomous scorpion, his body shook violently, unable to gather strength.

His cultivation power was instantly scattered, and in this lightning-fast moment, Ling Fan struck another full-force punch at his temple.

"Boom! Splurt!"

Qiu Haoqiong's brain burst, and he died beyond any doubt.

Ling Fan calmly executed an instant kill, slowly withdrawing his fist!

The entire audience was utterly baffled, as if petrified!

"Hmph, did you think I couldn't find your cold poison vital point? Living a pointless century, trying to act tough with this young master, you're just asking for death!" Ling Fan coolly declared as he finished.