Xu Fan didn't hesitate to expose his Divine Sense in front of the four elders, all to seek justice for the Grey Wolf Team from eight years ago.

At this moment, taking advantage of the Zhiwei Realm experts' intimidation, Xu Fan didn't hesitate for a second. With a low roar, he used the Mysterious Rank Battle Technique of the near-Perfection Realm, Luo Yan Step, and instantly appeared before Long Zhen.

Long Zhen, honored as a scion of the Long Family and a super-genius of the Azure Dragon Squad, had already made a name for himself eight years ago. However, at this moment facing Xu Fan, Long Zhen showed not a trace of a genius's pride.

At this moment, Long Zhen felt nothing but boundless fear and despair.

Plop!

Almost as soon as Xu Fan appeared in front of Long Zhen, Long Zhen's legs went weak, and he directly knelt down before Xu Fan, bowing his head like garlic.

"I beg you, don't kill me! I beg you..."

The once brilliant halo of a genius, no matter how dazzling, was abandoned by Long Zhen in the face of death as he knelt and pleaded for Xu Fan to spare his life.

Xu Fan's strength was simply incomparable to Long Zhen's! At this moment, even seeing Xu Fan, Long Zhen raised not the slightest intent to resist.

However, facing the kneeling and begging Long Zhen, Xu Fan's expression was exceedingly cold.

If making mistakes could be forgiven just by kneeling and begging, would good people still exist in this world?

The blood debts from eight years ago, incurred by various teams, could only be repaid with their blood.

"Kill!"

Xu Fan uttered a single cold word, and the Sky Splitting Seven Styles of the near-Perfection Realm erupted, gathering in his palm. An immensely terrifying Spiritual Power compressed into a mass, yet not a trace of Spiritual Power leaked out.

Xu Fan's palm, seemingly slow but undeniably firm, landed on Long Zhen's chest before Long Zhen could finish his plea.

The fear in Long Zhen's eyes slowly faded, his pupils widened, his hands flailed uselessly, his mouth opened wide, yet no words came out.

Bang!

Long Zhen fell heavily to the ground, lying on the cold surface, never to make a sound again.

Hiss!

In the plaza, the fallen multitude of trainees collectively drew a cold breath, staring at Xu Fan as if he were a god of slaughter.

Was Xu Fan really just a cultivator of the Entering Dao Realm?

With one move, thousands of Entering Dao Realm trainees fell; with one move, Li Feng and Li Yu father and son perished; now, with one move, Long Zhen too died without a shred of suspense.

Who in this base could withstand a single strike from Xu Fan?

Just how strong was Xu Fan's full power?

This question, even Xu Fan, wasn't entirely clear.

With the Mysterious Rank Battle Technique close to the Perfection Realm, Xu Fan's true strength could rival strong beginners of the Zhiwei Realm. Even if facing seasoned experts of some Zhiwei Realm, the outcome remained uncertain.

Yet Xu Fan still faced the shackle of his Realm; the Spiritual Power of the Entering Dao Realm couldn't support him in full combat for long, and his body, not tempered by nature's spiritual energy, posed a risk in battle.

A single lapse, if Xu Fan were struck once, would threaten his downfall.

However, with the nearly Perfect Realm Luo Yan Step as protection, as long as his Spiritual Power wasn't exhausted, Xu Fan would naturally not be easily attacked.

Moreover, Xu Fan's extraordinary actions today had shocked everyone, and under the bombardment of Xu Fan's numerous trump cards, the many strong able to threaten Xu Fan faced him like a formidable enemy, not daring to cross the line! The peak Vajra Realm instructors, in particular, trembled like prisoners awaiting judgment by Xu Fan.

Whoosh!

As everyone was shocked by Long Zhen's death, Xu Fan stepped once more, appearing before Feng Li.

Long Zhen's death was most terrifying to instructors like Feng Li because Xu Fan's next targets were them!

Seeing Xu Fan step out, appearing before him so bizarrely yet naturally, Feng Li's face turned ashen, his handsome visage contorting into something grim.

"Xu Fan! I'm the son of the Feng Family Head! If you dare lay a finger on me, the Feng Family will hunt you down with all their might, no rest until death!"

The trembling voice carried a decisive determination akin to perishing together, drawing many sidelong glances.

What Feng Li said was true; he was indeed the Feng Family Head's son. If Xu Fan were to kill Feng Li today, the Feng Family, who already saw Xu Fan as an enemy, would surely go insane.

Though not as prominent as the Rolan Families, the Feng Family was still a premier Hidden World Family, a true colossus.

Should such a colossus truly become enraged and go on a full-scale hunt, few in this world could remain unscathed.

Nonetheless, Xu Fan's response to Feng Li was still the seemingly mundane palm strike.

Xu Fan's strike seemed ordinary, as if devoid of any fireworks, yet it appeared to follow some sort of rule, incredibly harmonious and natural, even somewhat pleasing to the eye.

These rules were something Xu Fan occasionally grasped while understanding the essence of combat skills. When Xu Fan executed a technique, it seemed a tiny red line appeared in his perception of the world, and by following this line with his techniques, his realm soared like a rocket.

Restricted by his Realm, Xu Fan had only a sliver of understanding, but that small insight allowed him to directly ascend from the Entering Dao Realm Peak to stand toe-to-toe with Zhiwei Realm experts.

This sliver of Rule Power was overwhelmingly strong. In the face of such prowess, Feng Li had no room for resistance.

The next moment, unsurprisingly, Feng Li fell hopelessly onto the cold ground, no longer breathing.

Witnessing this, the crowd was stupefied, and the remaining five team instructors felt chills all over.

Pleading for mercy was useless, and threatening with background connections was useless too. Xu Fan seemed cold-hearted as iron, and within those icy eyes, there was only the sight of their heads.

The five once highly esteemed children of heaven, super-geniuses who had been renowned at the base eight years ago, now felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness and despair.

Xu Fan's heart had no room for pity despite the enemy's despair. This time, with Luo Yan Step, he appeared before each of the five, dealing that harmonious palm as if he were King Yan collecting their souls.

Blood slowly spread across the plaza, eight super-geniuses from various families now lay quietly on the cold ground. Even though their bodies were already cold, their eyes still held remnants of terror, as if they'd seen a demon.

In the center of the ground, Xu Fan stood proudly, his gaze fixed in the direction of the four elders.

Under the sunlight, the youth's smile was incomparably radiant.

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