Ah!
With a single strike from his Qi Blade Divine Skill, the high-ranking official who had spoken followed in Old Miao’s footsteps.
"I’m sorry, I have failed! I am no match for him! Today, I shall end my connection with the Miao Clan with this arm!" Lin, who had already stood up, exhaled deeply as a wave of powerlessness washed over him. He then turned to face the Gu Clan executives gathered outside.
If I could, I would have certainly killed Qin Fan myself. But even with my strength at the peak of the Transformation Realm, I can’t sense his Martial Arts aura. What does this an? It ans Qin Fan and I are no longer on the sa plane of existence! In a situation like this, I have absolutely no chance of victory! Fight? That would be pure suicide!
The Miao Clan may have done him a great service, but over the past few decades, he had long since repaid his debts. Now, ending this karma with the price of an arm was more than fair. It was also a statent to Qin Fan—this arm was the price for his exit from this maelstrom.
With that, he walked toward Miao Renlong, who was lying in a pool of blood. Bending down, he picked up the bloodstained dagger. Then, with a tranquil expression, he hacked down at his own shoulder.
RRRIP!
THUD!
Amidst the spray of blood, his arm fell to the ground. Swiftly pressing several acupoints to staunch the bleeding, Lin didn’t even glance at the severed limb. Instead, he looked at Qin Fan and said, "Grandmaster Qin, I take my leave."
"Go on," Qin Fan replied with a harmless, casual smile.
With a slight grunt, Lin, his expression unchanged even after losing an arm, strode away with dignified steps.
Watching Lin’s retreating back, the gathered Gu Clan executives all gasped in shock. A one-ard Transformation Realm Grandmaster—how much would his combat power be diminished? No one knew.
Lin was gone, leaving only a severed arm behind. But for the high-ranking mbers of the Gu Clan, their new Chapter was just beginning.
Strolling to the threshold with his hands clasped casually behind his back, Qin Fan swept a cold gaze over the Gu Clan executives. "From now on, Miao Yingjie is the new Clan Leader of the Gu Clan. Does anyone have any objections?"
Objections?
Anyone with objections was already dead. This wasn’t a request for opinions; it was an inquiry into who felt they weren’t dying fast enough.
They looked at the old Clan Leader, killed by the Qi Blade. They looked at Miao Renlong, stabbed to death. They looked at Miao Haohao, strangled by the Soft Whip. And they looked at the executive lying dead at their own feet. A bone-chilling terror washed over them all. Everyone understood that from this mont forward, the Gu Clan’s calamity had begun.
"Congratulations to the new Clan Leader on his succession!" one perceptive executive declared, sweeping his robes aside as he promptly knelt before Miao Yingjie.
His gesture was a signal, and the others quickly understood.
RUSTLE!
In unison, they all fell to their knees and bowed before Miao Yingjie, chanting, "Congratulations to the new Clan Leader on his succession!"
The new Clan Leader! Hearing those words, Miao Yingjie could no longer contain his ecstatic joy. With a grand wave of his hand, he laughed heartily. "Haha! All of you, rise! I, Miao Yingjie, guarantee that I will lead the Gu Clan to unprecedented new heights!"
"Yes, Clan Leader!" the executives replied respectfully as they rose to their feet.
At this mont, they couldn’t care less about new heights. All they wanted was to live. Just stay alive.
"Master, thank you!" Completely ignoring the corpses of his closest relatives on the ground, Miao Yingjie turned to Qin Fan, his face wreathed in a fawning smile.
"You only need to understand one thing. If I so choose, I can annihilate your damn Gu Clan with a snap of my fingers," Qin Fan said with a wicked grin, driving the point ho.
"I understand, I understand! Rest assured, Master, Yingjie knows his place!" Miao Yingjie replied instantly, without the slightest hesitation.
Betrayal? Feigning compliance while secretly disobeying? After witnessing Qin Fan’s series of ruthless displays, he wouldn’t dare even if he had a hundred tis the nerve.
"Heh..." Qin Fan gave Miao Yingjie a aningful look before reaching out and placing his hand on his head.
"Ma-Master, what are you doing?" Feeling Qin Fan’s palm on his head, Miao Yingjie was instantly reminded of how he had extracted the Gu King and cried out in a panic.
"Shut up! Your life belongs to , so what is there to be afraid of?" Qin Fan snorted. After planting a trace of his Divine Sense inside Miao Yingjie’s body, he finally removed his hand.
With a mysterious smile and a slight grin at Miao Yingjie, Qin Fan said no more. He casually thrust his hands into his trouser pockets, lifted his head high, and strode out.
Watching the departing figure, Miao Yingjie, snapping out of his daze, belatedly dropped to his knees. Facing Qin Fan’s back, he cried out, "Respectfully seeing you off, Master!"
He wasn’t the least bit bothered by displaying such a humble posture in front of all the Gu Clan’s senior mbers. In fact, he rather enjoyed it. With such a powerful master protecting him, who in the entire Gu Clan would dare to defy him? Who would dare to rebel? The old Clan Leader, the previous Clan Leader, Miao Haohao, that other executive, and Lin... they were the perfect examples of what would happen.
「The next day, at sunset.」
Qin Fan appeared on the campus of Jinling University after having been gone for over half a month.
"Hey, did you hear? The freshn are causing trouble again!"
"What now? What happened?"
"It’s those sa troublemakers, the hottest topic among the freshn right now. They’ve clashed with so international students from Arica, Japan, and Korea! They’re saying they’ll settle it on the basketball court! The ga should be starting soon, let’s go watch!"
"The hottest troublemakers? Which ones?"
"The ones who share a dorm with the perfect-score scholar! Nobody knows what happened to him. I heard he took leave on the third day of military training and still isn’t back. But his roommates have certainly kept their dorm in the spotlight! They knocked out a drill instructor, fought with upperclassn, and now they’re taking on an alliance of international students! They never stop. These freshn are getting completely out of hand!"
"What?! That’s really happening? Let’s go, hurry!"
Walking behind several upperclassn and listening to their conversation, Qin Fan couldn’t help but chuckle.
They knocked out a drill instructor. Fought with upperclassn. And now they’re clashing with an alliance of international students. Hmm, that sounds exactly like them. It seems they even managed to rope Brother Wolf from 709 into their group. Besides him, who else from Dorm 708 would have the strength to take down an instructor? But challenging an alliance of international students to basketball? What kind of team did they put together? With their abysmal skills, isn’t that just asking to be crushed?
Thinking this, Qin Fan, who had originally been heading back to his dorm, decided to follow the group toward the basketball court.
"Beat the hell out of the Japs!"
"Beat the hell out of the Koreans!"
"Beat the hell out of the Aricans!"
As Qin Fan approached the court where the match was underway, wave after wave of furious roars shot toward the heavens. But after each roar ca a sigh of bitter disappointnt. Judging by the palpable frustration, it was clear that the freshman team’s situation was dire.
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