Chapter 89

"Roar——!"

As the footsteps drew near, Xiong Kuohai suddenly slammed the table and leaped up, his roar like a thunderbolt!

The one approaching was the bandit "White-faced Snake" from the Yingyang territory, who had some unpleasant history with Zhai Rang. He intended to take this opportunity to avenge himself and humiliate Zhai Rang. How could he have anticipated the sudden roar?

The roar echoed like thunder, and there stood the Purple-faced Heavenly King Xiong Kuohai, his eyes blazing with fury and his aura of killing intent boiling. There was not a trace of drunkenness on him; he was clearly a tiger that had just woken up and was ready to eat!

The name "Purple-faced Heavenly King" was known throughout the martial world, and White-faced Snake felt a chill from head to toe, his heart and liver nearly bursting. He stood there woodenly, losing control of his bladder and bowels, foaming at the mouth, and fell to the ground... passing away!

In such a situation, not only were the others stunned, but even Xiong Kuohai himself was left speechless, standing there like a wooden chicken. He had intended to beat White-faced Snake to death with his cudgel for colluding with the Maitreya Sect and breaking the rules of the Green Forest. But before he could even make a move, the man had already died, and the purple copper cudgel in his hand swung through the air, nearly injuring his own waist.

Wu Fan covered his ears, shaking his head. The roar had truly left him dazed. Looking up and seeing the White-faced Snake who had been scared to death by Xiong Kuohai, he was instantly amazed!

After all, Wu Fan had only ever heard such stories as jokes, always dismissing them as nonsense. But now, someone had actually done it—scared a living person to death!

Too terrifying!

The atmosphere became eerie.

Xiong Kuohai kept rubbing his waist, probably shocked by his own actions, and remained silent for a long time.

Wu Fan, Shan Xiongxin, Zhai Rang, and the others were so surprised that their mouths hung open.

As for those who had come with White-faced Snake, they were already scared stiff.

After an unknown amount of time...

"Bad news!" a yellow-faced man shouted in terror, "We've been tricked! Brothers! Get your weapons ready!"

"Whoosh...!"

In an instant, over two hundred men formed a formation, each holding a bow and arrow.

By the light of the fire, Wu Fan's eyes were sharp, and he saw the blue glow on the arrows. He shouted, "You scoundrels! How dare you be so despicable! Heavenly King, be careful! The arrows are poisoned!"

Xiong Kuohai finally came to his senses. Hearing this, he laughed and said proudly, "A few petty thieves can't harm me! Men! Block the door! I'll deal with these traitors today!"

That's right!

This was the plan devised by Wu Fan.

Step one: lure the enemy through a banquet.

Step two: Xiong Kuohai deals with the enemy...

Just these two steps! Nothing more!

If anything, it was the instruction to Xiong Kuohai to gather a hundred trusted brothers, not to drink, and to stay alert, which could be considered a non-third step. Beyond that, there was nothing. The plan... was simple to the point of being terrifying.

Xiong Kuohai, towering over everyone, looked like a demonic iron tower in the darkness. The purple copper cudgel in his hand, as thick as an egg and weighing 160 pounds, was wielded with the lightness of a blade of grass, creating a whistling sound as it cut through the air, striking fear into the hearts of the crowd. He kept advancing, his aura of killing intent growing stronger.

"Wangniushan's Huangpi Wu!" Xiong Kuohai gritted his teeth, "You dare to plot against my Heavenly King's camp! I see you're tired of living! Die!"

Huangpi Wu's face was full of terror, and he swallowed hard, secretly cursing himself for drinking the potion and agreeing to this. But now, with no way to avoid it, he had to face it head-on: "Brothers! Shoot him to death! He's made of flesh too!"

"Ha!" Shan Xiongxin, who was watching, couldn't help but laugh. He poured a cup of wine for Wu Fan and Zhai Rang, still laughing, "Did you hear what he said? They said Xiong Heavenly King... is made of flesh? Ha! What a joke! Hahaha..."

Zhai Rang, an old hand in the martial world, asked in realization, "Is that rumor... true?"

Shan Xiongxin nodded confidently.

Wu Fan, not understanding, couldn't help but ask, "Second Master Shan... what do you mean?"

Shan Xiongxin smiled but said nothing, gesturing for Wu Fan to watch.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

Even from a distance, Wu Fan could hear the sound of the arrows hitting Xiong Kuohai!

Yes!

Wu Fan could guarantee that those arrows definitely hit Xiong Kuohai!

Xiong Kuohai didn't even bother to block them with his weapon, letting the arrows hit him... making a metallic clanging sound!

With his mouth agape, Wu Fan thought he was seeing a monster!

Shan Xiongxin then explained with a smile, "The Purple-faced Heavenly King isn't made of flesh, he's made of iron! Let me put it this way: we martial artists cultivate inner energy within our bodies and then use it. But Xiong Heavenly King is different; he uses a unique secret technique to fuse his inner energy with his physical body. So, while his weaknesses are magnified, his absolute defense and immense strength are enough to sweep away 99.9% of martial artists in the world!"

Pausing, Shan Xiongxin added, "Unfortunately, even if we were to use the secret technique, we couldn't. If you're not naturally endowed with great strength, using it would result in a violent death due to the technique's ferocity. But, Brother Wu, you can rest assured; your nephew is extraordinary! He will surely inherit the Heavenly King's mantle!"

Watching Xiong Kuohai's ruthless killing, Wu Fan inwardly called him a freak but couldn't help but ask, "Forgive my boldness, but I've heard that Second Master Shan is skilled. How do you compare to the Heavenly King?"

Shan Xiongxin thought for a moment and then said, "Comparing is impossible! Let me put it this way: in a horse battle, if I could last thirty moves without dying, it would only be because he was holding back! In a foot battle... I would probably be dead in five to seven moves! Comparing who is better? Brother, you should go find the three great generals of the empire! Hahaha!"

Shan Xiongxin spoke lightly, but Wu Fan's heart was in turmoil... [If Xiong Kuohai is so strong and can barely escape the three great generals of the empire, then what kind of monsters are those three great generals?] ... At this moment, Wu Fan's dormant desire to become stronger flared up again, uncontrollably!

"Roar——!"

With a final roar, Xiong Kuohai brutally beat Huangpi Wu's head open, ending this farcical affair.

As he shook the blood off his body, Xiong Kuohai muttered, "These rats dared to think of capturing me? How dare they!"

"Oh no!"

Wu Fan suddenly slapped his thigh, his expression full of regret.

Zhai Rang quickly asked, "What's wrong, brother?"

Wu Fan grimaced, "I forgot to leave a live one! Without a live one, how can we find the mastermind? Oh!"

Xiong Kuohai scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, "I...