Many experts were instantly bewildered.
The Huang family members died right before their eyes.
None of these people were able to escape the Huang family's pursuit.
Unless, of course, Xu Fan, the murderer, is brought under control here.
He would trade Xu Fan's life for his own survival.
Otherwise, these so-called experts would only be buried with that guy in the floral shirt.
"Brothers, let's fight this monster to the death. I don't want to be enemies with the Huang family."
Xu Fan was alone, while the Huang family was an entire conglomerate, a multinational corporation.
"Yes, even if we escape to the ends of the earth, the Huang family will still be able to find us."
"It's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. Let's just take care of this Xu Fan kid."
Encouraged by several die-hard Huang family fans, everyone present finally stood on the same side.
But for Xu Fan, rotten sweet potatoes and stinky bird eggs are all the same, no matter how many come.
"I've said it before, you're not allowed to touch anyone around me. If I find out you've ever tried anything funny, this is what will happen to you."
Xu Fan has made his point very clear, but some people still don't understand.
"Xu Fan, the deed is done, there's no point in saying more."
Today it's either you or me, bring it on!
An assassin dressed in traditional Chinese clothing removed the bamboo hat from his head and threw it at Xu Fan.
Even Xu Fan himself found it very strange that this guy was wearing a night outfit in broad daylight.
It seems that assassins of all nationalities wear clothes that make them feel comfortable and adjust themselves to their best condition to complete their missions.
If it were an ordinary person, they would have either smashed the straw hat he threw at them or dodged it.
But Xu Fan was one in a million ruthless character, and he actually took the blow head-on without dodging or evading.
What surprised everyone present even more was that the straw hat that was thrown over exploded in mid-air, emitting dark green smoke.
"You old devil, since you put poison in the straw hat, aren't you afraid of poisoning yourself if you keep it on your head?"
"Cough cough cough cough cough!"
"I have an antidote here, everyone take it quickly!"
The assassin dressed in black immediately distributed the antidote he was carrying to everyone present.
This was to prevent them from being affected by the dark green poisonous gas.
Then the people around him began to launch long-range attacks in an attempt to create a safe distance between themselves and Xu Fan.
At this moment, Xu Fan was like a raging flood in their eyes, and a raging flood beyond measure.
As the dark green smoke dissipated, Xu Fan stood motionless in place.
He showed no signs of injury from the explosion, nor did he feel weak from the poison.
"Your level of poison is nothing compared to what I've encountered before."
Previously, in Ward 44, Xu Fan had been subjected to a series of soul attacks from the spirits of the Japanese soldiers.
As the largest biochemical laboratory base left by Japan in China, it contains thousands of toxic substances.
However, Xu Fan has already survived, which shows that his body has extremely strong resistance to toxins.
It was precisely because of Xu Fan's unwavering spirit and exceptional physical abilities that he made the assassin from China feel utterly ashamed.
Being an assassin was already a rather stigmatized profession for martial arts practitioners.
From the moment I became an assassin.
He then had to bear all sorts of accusations.
The hardships involved are beyond what outsiders can understand.
But Xu Fan didn't care about all that. Mo Xiaoxiao's death had caused him great psychological trauma, and for the first time, he broke his vow not to kill.
The upper body of the Chinese assassin who threw the straw hat at him to warn him of the poison was still tightly gripped in Xu Fan's hand.
Its lower body had already flown onto the abandoned factory building.
"Go to the depths of hell and repent!"
Xu Fan shouted, and the half of the Chinese assassin's body in his hand instantly turned into dust.
When the others saw Xu Fan's ferocity, they dared not make any rash moves.
Having lost their leader, the group was now like a pile of loose sand. Even the assassins who used to fawn over the Huang family gradually learned to shut up and quietly hide in the corner.
However, there were still some fearless assassins who had already unleashed their most powerful skills.
Xu Fan was suddenly surrounded by command flags.
An Indian man dressed in a monk's robe started chanting incantations while ringing a bell.
This isn't an assassin, it's clearly an exorcist.
They treated Xu Fan as a mysterious creature and tried to expel him.
At first, Xu Fan didn't take this Indian guy seriously.
However, the bell in the other person's hand rang faster and faster, and Xu Fan felt an extreme pain as the Ten Thousand Demon Blood Flowed in his body.
The excruciating pain contorted his body.
"This Indian guy does have some skills!"
Xu Fan mentally gave the other person a thumbs up, but his hands didn't stop working at all.
Regardless of the formation, spell, or trap set by mysterious creatures creating a maze-like illusion.
There is one magical artifact that is their nemesis.
This treasure remained with Xu Fan throughout, unknown to the Huang family; it was none other than the Demon-Subduing Sword.
Xu Fan had the Myriad Demon Blood Glaze compressed as much as possible so that it could be easily stored in his pocket.
However, such massive changes forced him to rethink his response strategy.
Without further ado, Xu Fan grabbed his enchanted sword and charged into the formation.
It swung down towards the monk Ah San's forehead.
"Kid, don't think you can break through our barrier so easily."
This Indian man speaks fluent Chinese, after all, he studied the arrangement and refinement of formations in China for as long as 10 years.
He simply couldn't believe that the exorcism array he had spent 10 years honing was inferior to that of a kid who had become a monk halfway through his career and leveled up by defeating monsters.
Of course, reality gave this Indian monk a hard slap in the face.
The first instance was when Xu Fan inserted the Demon-Subduing Sword directly into the array's core, he was surprised to find that the exorcism array he had painstakingly activated had completely failed.
His previous formation setup has all become a joke.
The second slap came from himself. Just as he was about to take out his magic weapon and attack Xu Fan, a sharp sword in Xu Fan's hand gently cut a small gash on his arm.
The wound wasn't very shallow, and the bleeding wasn't much, but this small wound completely rendered the sorcerer, Ah San, powerless.
The energy that had been gathered has now completely dissipated.
The sword that slashed him was another of Xu Fan's great divine weapons, the Immortal Execution Sword.
Anyone injured by the Immortal Execution Sword will have their skills silenced.
Even if the Huang family had advanced intelligence capabilities, they could not possibly know the true effects of the two divine artifacts in Xu Fan's hands.
After all, Xu Fan rarely showed himself in front of them.
It was these two magical artifacts that utterly routed everyone present!
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