Urban Most Awesome Dad

Chapter 88 The Ant Shakes the Tree_1

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“Think you can run? Not so fast!” Xu Fan’s figure moved, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared at the warehouse entrance, blocking the door. Although Ghostsheng Twelve’s movements were ghostly swift, they were not as fast as Xu Fan’s, which seemed like instant teleportation, and he was directly blocked by Xu Fan.

“Who exactly are you?” Ghostsheng Twelve, clutching the stump of his severed arm, asked Xu Fan with a pale face.

“I’m just here to collect a debt! Anyone who wants to harm my daughter, I’ll make sure they disappear from this world forever,” Xu Fan said coldly.

Song Qiang had just crawled out from under a table and hadn’t even had the chance to check how badly his foot was injured when he heard Xu Fan’s words, filled with murderous intent.

Looking again at Ghostsheng Twelve, who had lost an arm after just one exchange with Xu Fan, Song Qiang thought ruefully that Ghostsheng Twelve had appeared so mighty earlier, but in the blink of an eye, he became a one-armed hero. If Xu Fan made another move, Ghostsheng Twelve would probably be torn into pieces.

At that thought, Song Qiang felt as though he had fallen into an ice cave.

Just the day before yesterday, he had been the boss of the Jin Hui Group, controlling a significant criminal force in Zhonghai City, with a net worth of several billion and hundreds of underlings, backed by an incredibly formidable martial artist as his master.

Ever since meeting Xu Fan, first, his fifth and fourth senior martial brothers had been crippled by Xu Fan, ruining their martial Dao cultivation, followed by his backer Liu Hai being investigated and his Jin Hui Company being hit by a huge misfortune, completely scrutinized.

Song Qiang, with the help of his third senior martial brother’s rescue, had managed to escape and planned to kidnap Xu Fan’s daughter, then with Ghostsheng Twelve’s incredibly strong support, kill Xu Fan and exact revenge for himself.

He never expected Ghostsheng Twelve to be so impressive in appearance but not in utility. With a bigger bark than bite, the moment he confronted Xu Fan, he became a disabled person.

Song Qiang now couldn’t run, and he couldn’t fight; he could only look hopefully at Ghostsheng Twelve, wishing he had some final secret move that could turn the tables on Xu Fan.

Ghostsheng Twelve now hated Song Qiang to death. Xu Fan was simply too tough, not someone he could kill. Given another chance, he would rather hide in the deep mountains and forests than take a stand for Song Qiang.

Having heard Xu Fan’s words, Ghostsheng Twelve remembered that Xu Fan was only after those who hurt his daughter, searching for the mastermind. He was just a hired thug. If he could negotiate properly with Xu Fan, there might still be a chance for a turnaround.

So, Ghostsheng Twelve slowly retreated and said to Xu Fan, “It was him who wanted to kidnap your daughter, nothing to do with me. I just came to help, completely unaware. Master, I’ve already severed an arm as atonement. Considering we’re both martial artists, I won’t get involved in your dispute any further. Let me go, please?”

Song Qiang, hearing Ghostsheng Twelve trying to abandon him and negotiate peace with Xu Fan, became desperate and lunged at Ghostsheng Twelve like a starving dog, saying, “Master! You just took me as your disciple, and now you’re disowning me just like that? Weren’t you saying earlier how you’d drain all the blood from Xu Fan’s daughter, and now you’re an innocent bystander?”

“You bastard! You damn dog!” Ghostsheng Twelve was on the verge of spewing out blood.

“Master, if we’re going to die, we die together; you can’t just abandon me and run away,” Song Qiang said, feeling his chances of survival slipping away and preferring to pull down Ghostsheng Twelve as his last resort.

“Damn it, I’m going to kill you first!” Ghostsheng Twelve, infuriated by Song Qiang’s shamelessness, raised his remaining bone hand, ready to strangle Song Qiang’s neck.

Xu Fan’s hands formed sword fingers, and in an instant, a golden Qi Force shot towards Ghostsheng Twelve’s bone claw.

Ghost Life Number Twelve hurriedly stopped his attack, his eyes filled with shock.

True Qi Manifestation, that’s the level of a Martial Arts Grandmaster. Song Qiang, this pig, actually provoked a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

I must be under some sort of terrible curse to have agreed to Song Qiang’s request to find trouble with Xu Fan.

“His life is mine!” Xu Fan withdrew his sword finger and said coldly, “However, since your teacher-student relationship seems so touching, I’ll grant you both a favor.”

Hearing Xu Fan’s icy words, Ghost Life Number Twelve forced a smile and made up his mind. His body moved forward and with a loud clang, he knelt on the ground and said earnestly, “Great Master! I, Ghost Life Thirteen, truly didn’t mean to offend you. It was all that pig Song Qiang’s idea. I’m willing to also break off my right arm if only the great master would spare my life.”

“The moment you spoke of draining my daughter’s blood, your fate was sealed,” Xu Fan shook his head and said slowly.

“Wait! I have our sect’s supreme secret manual, the ‘Bloodthirsty Yin Mara Skill’, I can use it in exchange for my life, right? This manual is a treasure of Dongying Country, coveted by countless martial artists. Can it buy my life?” Ghost Life Number Twelve, with his remaining right arm, shakily took out an old thread-bound book from his bosom and respectfully offered it to Xu Fan.

“A trash cultivation method from the dwarf slaves, worthy of being called a treasure?” Xu Fan shot a golden Qi Force from his sword finger, which directly turned Ghost Life Number Twelve’s book into a pile of shredded paper.

In his past life, he was the Five-Direction Heavenly Emperor who dominated the Cultivation World. There was no top-level cultivation technique he hadn’t seen; the ‘Bloodthirsty Yin Mara Skill’ in Ghost Life Number Twelve’s hands was nothing more than an evil skill that made one less than human and less than ghost. In Xu Fan’s eyes, it was just garbage.

“You’re hell-bent on taking my life, aren’t you?” A resolute look finally appeared in Ghost Life Number Twelve’s eyes. Xu Fan clearly had no intention of letting him go. If he didn’t fight back, he would surely die here. By fighting, there might still be a slim chance of survival.

With that thought, Ghost Life Number Twelve no longer hesitated, his body suddenly burst forth, unleashing a strong black aura with a blood-red light shining through it.

At that moment, Ghost Life Number Twelve’s skeleton-like body instantly grew larger, his bones started creaking loudly, and his hair grew rapidly down to his waist, his face turning fierce like a malevolent ghost.

The forbidden art from the ‘Bloodthirsty Yin Mara Skill’, Blood Sacrifice Yin Moluo, allowed one to sacrifice their own body to summon the possession of the Yin Moluo ghost.

After the possession, his combat power increased drastically, but Ghost Life Number Twelve could never return to his original form. It was a desperate move, where one goes down together with their enemy. After learning it, this was the first and the last time he would use it.

“A mantis trying to stop a chariot, laughably unaware of its own insignificance!” Faced with the terrorizing appearance of Ghost Life Number Twelve, Xu Fan had no fear. His eyes swept over Ghost Life Number Twelve’s head, and he formed a sword seal with his fingers. In an instant, he appeared in front of Ghost Life Number Twelve.

Golden flames ignited on Xu Fan’s sword finger, which was the True Qi cultivated from the Chaotic Sky-opening Decision that contained the Power of the Great Dao. It could shatter anything and break through everything.

“Be gone!” Xu Fan waved his sword finger, slicing through Ghost Life Thirteen’s ghastly head.

The black aura dissipated gradually, and Ghost Life Thirteen fell to the ground with a loud clang.