Super War God in the City

Ling Fan hadn't even opened his mouth when Yuan Long coldly shouted, "Boy, daring to offend our Martial Arts Family, you've got some nerve.

Even if your men can keep us here today, do you believe I won't have the Zhongnan Clan cleanse your family of its blood afterward?"

"Heh, do you think I'm easily frightened? Wipe out my Tang Family? Do you few have enough weight for your families to wage such a large-scale operation without counting the cost?

"Xiangjiang is not your inland. You dare to move against my Tang Family, do you have the courage and qualification?" Tang Tiancheng sneered disdainfully.

He dared to act so recklessly over the river; how could he not have something to rely on? Although he was arrogant and overbearing, it didn't mean he was without brains. The Tang Family was one of the four major families in Xiangjiang, with deep connections at the top. Annihilate his Tang Family? It's simply laughable!

On hearing this, several people changed their expressions, and the crowd below was utterly silent.

This was the confidence of wealthy and noble families; they were no less deferential when facing Martial Arts Families, which made people envious.

"Hmph, even so, aren't you afraid of the endless assassinations from martial artists in the future?" Ma Ji said coldly with a bone-chilling gaze.

Even if they dare not openly seek revenge through bloodshed, assassination is non-negotiable. Which Martial Arts Family doesn't have a group of Dead Servants? Even if you know it's us who did it, you won't have evidence.

Tang Tiancheng's expression stiffened slightly; indeed, assassination was something he particularly dreaded. The most annoying part about martial artists was their strong capability to assassinate.

Ordinary people had no chance against the assassinations of martial artists. Even someone from a major family like him did not wish to easily make enemies of martial artists, although not out of fear but because it was troublesome.

"Heh, worst comes to worst, I'll just stay in Xiangjiang and never leave. Even if your reach is that long, it's probably not very effective. You think I don't have masters protecting me?" Tang Tiancheng scoffed coldly.

Tang Tiancheng secretly weighed his options; these martial artists were indeed troublesome, but it didn't mean he couldn't provoke them.

"I'll give you a chance to live, send these two women over quietly, and I'll spare your lives!" Tang Tiancheng pointed at Yun Fei and Li Mengying and sneered.

By this point, Tang Tiancheng was too lazy to be hypocritical and pretentious, directly making demands. The initiative was in his own hands, how he manipulated the situation depended purely on his mood.

He was indeed very interested in these two women, especially in seizing them right in front of Ling Fan, witnessing his painful, unwilling, and heart-rending agony; it gave him a perverse sense of satisfaction.

If he didn't make Ling Fan experience suffering, how could the fire in his heart be easily extinguished?

"Boy, I will take very good care of your women. Whatever satisfaction you can give them, I promise to double it, hahaha....." Tang Tiancheng, facing Ling Fan, wore a sinister smile.

He had hated Ling Fan for a long time; the last time Wang Jing and his men were embarrassed at Tian Yun was because of this guy, who nearly messed up his plans again now, like an ever-haunting ghost.

Yun Fei and Li Mengying were pale, but looking at the situation, if truly sacrificing themselves could save Ling Fan's life, they were willing. As long as Ling Fan was safe, there was no hardship they couldn't endure.

"Hmph, you seem very confident, do you really think you've got me?" Ling Fan sneered.

"Huh?" Tang Tiancheng frowned, unsure why Ling Fan could still laugh at this moment.

"Has this guy gone mad?" someone in the audience murmured incredulously. "At such a critical juncture, he still dares to challenge Young Master Tang?"

"Damn, I've never seen anyone so pretentious. Who gave him the courage in the face of this situation?" another person exclaimed in shock.

"Even if he can escape on his own, what about those who are wounded and the women? Does he not care about their lives?" another person muttered to himself.

Li Shishi took a deep breath, staring in astonishment at Ling Fan on the stage, who seemed calm and collected, unable to discern if it was a pretense of calm or genuine fearlessness.

Shangguan Yue pursed her lips, her face turning pale. She was only a spectator in this situation, but the tension was making her extremely anxious.

Initially, everyone thought that with the crowd from the Martial Association bowing their heads, Ling Fan would stand proudly unmatched, but it was completely unexpected that Hua Yi would have such a contingency plan.

"You three have Protective Gang Qi strong enough to withstand twenty Martial Slayer Bullets for ten breaths, right?" a voice echoed in the minds of Yuan Long, Ma Ji, and Hong Feng.

The three of them were stunned—was this the legendary secret transmission?

This method of communication shocked them greatly, leaving them bewildered and thinking they were hallucinating. Divine transmission was a Dharma Gate known only to those in the Innate Realm, demanding a high level of spirit strength.

"Don't be surprised. It's me talking. Just listen to me. Later, you three protect the others for ten breaths, I'll handle the rest," Ling Fan said indifferently.

By now, he had developed his Divine Sense, having achieved the first level of the Soul Tempering Art, and could transmit his thoughts within a hundred meters.

The group finally confirmed that the voice in their minds was not an illusion but came from Ling Fan, causing a huge stir in their hearts.

Although Ling Fan could transmit thoughts secretly, they immediately dismissed the idea that he might be in the Innate Realm. They guessed that he had most likely cultivated a secret technique akin to divine transmission.

If Ling Fan truly were an Innate Realm master, not to mention the present bodyguards, even missiles and cannons wouldn't bother him. He would be what legends call an Earthly Immortal, someone who feeds on wind and dew, no longer relying on grains—a being long extinct on Earth.

After their initial shock, their thoughts gradually calmed down.

Meanwhile, Ling Fan quietly gave instructions to Yun Fei and the others secretly, who were also stunned by this startling method of conversation, but they managed to recover quickly under Ling Fan's guidance, accepting this miraculous scene for the moment.

Ling Fan then stepped forward, having laid out his plans to the group in secret.

Following his rhythmic lead, Yuan Long and others moved as well but stayed close behind Ling Fan.

The three Grandmaster Realm experts subtly positioned themselves around Yun Fei and the others, while Feng Qiang and three other scattered individuals were instructed by Ling Fan to lie low on the ground and play dead, to avoid drawing attention to themselves.

Seeing Ling Fan move, the bodyguards surrounding the stage immediately tensed up, loading bullets into their weapons, almost ready to pull the trigger.

"Heh, Mr. Tang, you truly lack reverence for martial artists. With just your shrimp soldiers and crab generals, before they fire, I alone can take them all down. Do you believe that?" Ling Fan took a step, positioning himself at the edge of the stage, facing Tang Tiancheng from a distance, drawing all his attention.

Tang Tiancheng's brow twitched, a sneer appearing on his lips, "I believe you're bluffing. Do you believe that if you dare to take another step, my men will turn you into a hornet's nest?"