Lin Fan was startled, imdiately furrowed his brows, and stared straight at the doorway.
The old man was alone; who would co at this hour?
Could it be a neighbor?
Lin Fan thought, remaining motionless.
The old man paused, scratched his head in confusion, stood up, and mumbled as he walked toward the door.
"Who would co so late?"
"Who is it?"
The old man asked, but there was no response from outside.
He was already holding the doorknob, ready to pull it open.
"Be careful!"
Lin Fan suddenly felt sothing was wrong, a surge of murderous intent rushed in through the wooden door.
He shouted and was about to rush over.
However.
It was too late.
Bang!
A loud noise.
The old man's silhouette trembled, and his hands suddenly raised as if trying to grasp sothing.
Lin Fan felt his blood rushing up his throat.
A tallic sll erged from nowhere, spreading in his mouth.
Sothing terrible was happening.
Sss!
It sounded like a knife cutting through wood.
Imdiately, Lin Fan watched the old man fall straight backward, with a dark, hollow wound on his chest.
Looking up again, he saw there was a hole in the wooden door as well.
The person outside.
Had actually stabbed a knife into the old man's chest through the wooden door!
"Old man!"
Lin Fan rushed over, only to see the old man coughing up blood, his eyes gradually losing focus, and his breath weakening bit by bit.
"Cough—cough, cough—"
The old man coughed violently twice, spraying blood from his throat, splattering his tattered clothes.
He slowly raised his hand, mustered all his strength to look at Lin Fan, and squeezed out a trembling smile.
Lin Fan imdiately grasped his hand, his expression filled with grief, and twitching at the corners of his eyes.
"Finally... finally..."
However.
Before he could finish his sentence, he tilted his head, his hand loosened, and he closed his eyes forever in the pool of blood.
Lin Fan's body began to tremble.
Furious.
Violent.
Savage.
Outraged.
His eyes widened in rage, turning blood-red as if stained with fresh blood.
Lin Fan tensed his body, veins bulging.
Slowly placing the old man's hand down.
Who?!
Just who was it?!
He suddenly whipped his head around, staring intently at the hole in the door.
Outside the door.
It seed like soone was moving.
His emotions exploded, fury blazing in his heart.
Boom!
Lin Fan sprang up, charging towards the doorway in an instant.
A single breath!
He crashed through the door, imdiately appearing in front of the person outside.
His face was cold and ominous.
As if Death God had descended.
Without a word, he reached out and seized the opponent's throat, lifting them up forcefully.
The person was terrified out of their wits.
They didn't even react, their life already in Lin Fan's hands, struggling like a dead dog.
Lin Fan glanced coldly, not recognizing the person.
However.
This person was fully ard, resembling a soldier of the Shennong Clan.
He glanced around, realizing it wasn't just that soldier outside, but rather a circle of soldiers surrounding him.
Earlier, they were so shocked that they were all frozen, forgetting to make a sound.
Lin Fan counted about twenty people.
All wearing the armor of Shennong Clan soldiers, presumably the garrison of this small town.
These people suddenly attacked this inconspicuous small house.
It was definitely not aid at the old man.
But rather at himself.
It seems they knew he was in the Shennong Clan's territory.
But how strange.
He kept a low profile, so how did these soldiers find out?
But now wasn't the ti to investigate the reason.
The more important thing was to find the killer of the old man.
"Who did it?"
Lin Fan's voice was soft and cold.
Yet it sent a shiver through everyone's heart, making them tremble involuntarily.
The soldiers had never seen anyone with such a powerful presence, surrounded by a terrifying aura, making them hesitate.
No one responded.
Each face was filled with panic and fear, bodies trembling.
"Who did it?!"
Lin Fan shouted suddenly.
The ground shook.
The heavens quaked.
The soldiers were scared to death, so of the cowardly ones weakened at the knees, falling to the ground unable to get up.
Among the soldiers.
One secretly tried to hide the knife behind their back.
But Lin Fan noticed it with sharp instincts.
The knife was stained with blood.
Lin Fan's eye twitched, casually discarding the soldier he was holding onto the ground.
A single breath!
He appeared before the soldier hiding the bloodstained knife.
"Was it you?"
Lin Fan looked down coldly, his voice like a frozen abyss, freezing the soldier's body.
The soldier, knowing he couldn't hide, steeled his heart.
"So what if it was !"
Suddenly.
He raised the knife, intending to slash at Lin Fan's head.
However.
Before he could strike.
He felt a sharp pain in his chest, freezing in place, looking down.
Boom!
His chest exploded instantly!
The soldier spewed blood, stumbling back a few steps, unable to stand, and fell.
Everyone was terrified beyond belief!
Brutal.
Bloody.
Terrifying.
Frightening!
No one thought to stop Lin Fan because his actions were so frightening that resistance never crossed their minds.
"Help, help ..."
The soldier's eyes widened, filled with terror and helplessness.
"Slaughtering innocent civilians, you deserve to die."
Lin Fan stated slowly, turning around.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The soldier's body began to explode until there wasn't a single intact part.
In the blink of an eye.
The entire person turned to dust, the Primordial Spirit dissipated.
Lin Fan stood in the center, his sharp, deep gaze sweeping over the crowd.
Breathing heavily, like a wild beast.
Silence.
The air seed frozen.
No one made a sound, deathly silent.
Lin Fan was pondering whether to finish everyone off to avenge the old man.
But then he thought.
The old man's son just died in battle...
These soldiers are soone else's sons too.
With this thought.
Lin Fan's emotions cald sowhat, the anger subsided slightly.
"Who are you people?"
"Are you Lin Fan?!"
A man who seed like a squad leader stood out, trembling, and asked.
Lin Fan's gaze swept over, almost making the man jump in fright.
"Yes."
The squad leader was stunned, not expecting Lin Fan to answer so directly, without any hesitation.
He blinked, montarily unsure what to say.
"You, you have such nerve... to co to the Shennong Clan... Do you not know you've been issued an Execution Order?"
"Execution Order?"
Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, thinking there are countless people on this continent who want to kill .
What does a small Shennong Clan count for?
"As long as you step onto Shennong Clan's land... you're to be killed on sight!"
Lin Fan sneered.
"Such big words."
He raised his head, showing a disdainful expression, spreading his hands.
"My life is right here, anyone who wants it can co and take it."
The people looked at each other, swallowing nervously, but no one moved.
Even though killing Lin Fan would bring them great rewards,
but they couldn't enjoy it if they lost their lives.
The soldiers hesitated.
Just as Lin Fan and the soldiers faced off.
Several figures stealthily approached the old man's cabin, looking for a chance to slip inside.
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