It's him? It's actually him?

The young man seemed about fifteen or sixteen years old, with long hair reaching his ears, black eyes like ink, short and thin... but everyone was familiar with this person. Because he was the infamous — Good-for-Nothing Young Master!

Of course, he was once the Good-for-Nothing Young Master. Ever since Zhu Bufan showed his Fifth Rank cultivation, the label of "good-for-nothing" naturally vanished.

What shocked everyone was that this former Good-for-Nothing Young Master dared to make a move even in Zhu Wu's presence?

However, the young man ignored the astonishment of those around Zhu Wu, his eyes emitting a chilling coldness as he stepped towards the steward lying on the ground.

The steward's chest, already a bloody mess, struggled to get up in horror... But his cultivation of the 'Blazing Flame Technique' was a Fire Element cultivation method, which directly countered the Water Element Cultivation Technique. Zhu Bufan's use of the 'Cold Ice Technique' was several times more powerful, and although he didn't use his full strength, he applied a fifth of his power? Now, the steward's entire body seemed to be frozen by the chilling Qi, even a fine layer of white frost appeared on his face, trembling and unable to move.

This was because his 'Blazing Flame Technique' had been cultivated to the Fourth Rank, providing some resistance to Water Element attacks. If it had been someone else, they might have already turned into an ice sculpture!

"You, what do you want to do?" Seeing the unabashed killing intent in Zhu Bufan's eyes, the experienced steward felt a deep and unparalleled fear.

"Hmph, what do I want to do? Don't you know?" Zhu Bufan's eyes flared with killing intent, the murderous aura accumulated in the icy plains training erupted, combined with the severe chill of the Cold Ice Technique, making the steward feel cold from the heart.

"Young Master, Young Master Wu, save me... save me..." Finally, the last psychological defense of the steward was breached by Zhu Bufan's genuine murderous intent, and disregarding his dignity, he shouted loudly, begging Zhu Wu for help.

"Stop!" With a sudden swing of his arm, Zhu Wu's face turned red in an instant. This steward was his most capable subordinate; all things unfit for Zhu Wu to deal with were entrusted to this steward. And this steward never let Zhu Wu down, always handling things with precision. To Zhu Wu, this steward was truly his most capable right-hand man.

Despite Zhu Wu's stern shout, Zhu Bufan turned a deaf ear, kicking out and stamping on the steward's chest.

"You're worthless, dare you?" Zhu Wu shouted, his whole body Inner Qi erupted in an instant, the aura of the Ninth Rank peak surged through his body. Xiao Hong, being a mere ordinary person, couldn't withstand it, cried out, and was knocked to the ground. The two youths behind Zhu Wu also looked shocked, exchanged glances, and didn't resist this momentum, lightly tapped their toes to dodge aside, and simultaneously took the limp Xiao Hong away.

Zhu Bufan's eyes shone with cold light, his pupils emanated red beams, directly aimed at Zhu Wu.

"Dare?"

Zhu Bufan's lips split into a grim and fierce smile, and before Zhu Wu could react, he lifted his foot and stomped down! A crisp 'crack' was heard, and the steward's left leg bone was instantly broken!

The steward's mouth suddenly gaped wide, his eyes widened to the extreme, but the sudden intense pain rendered him speechless!

"Dare?"...

Zhu Bufan showed no change in expression, lifted his foot, and stomped down. A crisp 'crack' declared the breakage of the steward's left thigh bone!

"Dare?"...

Lifted foot, stomped down.

'Crack' sounded crisply once more!

"Dare?"...

"Crack!"...

"Dare?"...

"Crack!"...

"Dare?"...

"Dare?"...

"Dare?"...

"..."

Everyone was dumbfounded. Apart from the sound of trickling water, the entire compound was left with only Zhu Bufan's calm questioning and the teeth-chattering sound of bones breaking! The timid ones were already covering their mouths, staring blankly at the cruel scene before them. One by one, they looked at Zhu Bufan with eyes that gradually changed. From initial shock, slowly, turning into fear!

Zhu Bufan's speed increased, the pace of questioning accelerated, the sound of bones breaking quickened, and the steward had completely fallen unconscious. Foamy blood, like fish bubbles, flowed from the corners of his mouth, and all his bones were nearly crushed by Zhu Bufan! Shiny white bones protruded from his skin, and the ground was stained crimson with blood...

"Dare?"

The last kick was stamped harshly on the steward's right chest, with a 'thump' sound, the steward's whole body was jolted into the air with the force. An indentation immediately appeared on his chest.

By now, the steward was already barely alive, with more exhalation than inhalation, on the verge of taking his last breath.

"Do you think I dare?"

Zhu Bufan calmly raised his head and smiled faintly at Zhu Wu.

Silence!

Everyone was stunned by Zhu Bufan's series of brutally cruel actions, watching Zhu Bufan's back, fear slowly expanded in their eyes.

This cruelty beneath calmness was more terrifying than vengeful rage, causing a chill to penetrate deep into their hearts.

Zhu Bufan slowly turned his head. With calm eyes, he looked at Zhu Wu.

"Do you think I dare?" Zhu Bufan said calmly, casually wiping off the blood droplets stuck to his face.

A moment ago, facing the splashing blood droplets, Zhu Bufan could have dodged, but he didn't. What he wanted was complete intimidation.

Zhu Wu stared dumbfounded at Zhu Bufan, the fury in his eyes somehow dissipated, replaced by a hint of fear and a trace of panic. Facing Zhu Bufan's unwavering gaze, Zhu Wu's gaze flickered and subconsciously avoided Zhu Bufan's eyes, actually not daring to meet Zhu Bufan's stare.

"Young Master Feng... spare me... spare me..."

In the complete silence, a barely audible voice emerged from beneath Zhu Bufan, drawing everyone's attention.

"Steward..."

The one speaking was indeed the steward. The Martial Artist's life force was indeed much stronger than that of a normal person. If an ordinary person suffered such torture from Zhu Bufan, they would have died from the pain, yet the steward somehow clung to life.

Zhu Bufan believed that if there was now a Healing Holy Medicine of about Fifth Rank, it might still save the steward's life.

Facing the steward's pleas, Zhu Bufan turned a deaf ear, his expression as cold as ever, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, quietly looking at Zhu Wu.

A cold sweat silently slid down from Zhu Wu's forehead...

"You're afraid!"

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