Chapter 1915: Chapter 1915: Front Row Seats for the Show with Sunflower Seeds and Benches
You could say the hearts of Guo Qixuan and all the Elders with him had sunk to rock bottom!
Three hundred and twenty people!
That number was eight times theirs!
Just the people at Bright Force Peak alone were two or three times their number; with that kind of headcount, they could totally pin them to the ground and beat them into a pulp, zero chance to resist.
"Move, all of you, run as far as you can!" Guo Qixuan said.
Especially Zhang Fan, a Dragon Hall seedling—absolutely nothing could be allowed to happen to him.
In front of this sort of major issue of right and wrong, Guo Qixuan and his people all knew exactly what choice to make!
Even if they lost their lives, they had to keep Zhang Fan safe!
As for the others, how many survived would depend entirely on fate.
"Heh. Run? Guo Qixuan, you really think you all can get away now?" someone sneered!
"No cap, no bullshit, if even one of you manages to run, I’ll cut my own head off and let you kick it around like a ball!" a blond man said with contempt.
Unless this bunch Guo Qixuan brought were those elite types straight out of Dragon Hall.
With an eightfold numbers advantage, they could steamroll everything.
"Heh." Che Hou and his group were also laughing coldly again and again.
"Run? You think too highly of yourselves. With you battle-five scumbags, you really think we need to run?" Che Hou said disdainfully.
"Heh heh, it’s actually you lot—we’re giving you a chance," Gu Ying said.
Hearing that, hundreds of eyes filled with Killing Intent instantly slanted over to Che Hou!
"I’ve got you memorized. In a bit, I’ll make you wish you were dead!"
"Heh, enough crap, hurry up and do it. The sooner we take care of Zhang Fan and the others, the sooner we can relax. Otherwise if Jin Changkong and the rest get here, it’ll be too late," someone said!
The next second, countless Inner Strength Sword Lights suddenly burst forth.
In everyone’s hands, razor‑sharp Inner Strength Sword Lights were flashing in and out.
The Killing Aura in that moment also surged up.
Within a hundred‑meter radius, the atmosphere was suffocatingly oppressive.
"What are you yapping for, run, dumbass!" Feng Zi’s expression twisted savagely as she started spraying.
Inside, Feng Zi was even more furious—she practically wanted to twist Che Hou’s head off.
You fucker, at a time like this you still wanna win a war of words?
Do you not want your damn life?
"Hey hey hey, Elder Feng Zi, don’t glare at me. With this trash mob, you guys don’t even need to lift a finger, just stand there and watch!" Che Hou said with a grin.
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On Guo Qixuan’s side, the corners of everyone’s mouths twitched!
This trash mob?
Are you talking about the people in front of us or are you talking about us?
You turtle‑spawn, believe it or not I’ll chop you to death!
Seeing the Killing Aura pouring off Guo Qixuan and the other big shots, Che Hou quickly raised his hand and pointed at Zhang Fan.
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Guo Qixuan and his group’s faces went even darker!
"Che Hou, oh Che Hou, did Zhang Fan blow up your house or what? How deep does this grudge go? At a time like this you still wanna screw Zhang Fan over?"
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Che Hou was dumbfounded.
What the fuck, how did this turn into me trying to screw Zhang Fan over?
Grandpa Guo, I’m following Zhang Fan now, okay? Kill him? I’d need that kind of ability first, alright?
"What are you staring at? Keep staring and see what happens. Believe it or not I’ll slap the taste out of your mouth?" Guo Qixuan raised his hand.
In an instant, Che Hou lowered his head, feelings incredibly mixed!
What the hell did I do?
Did I blow up your house?
What are you flexing on me for?
Grandpa Guo, you’re really unreasonable, you know that?
Right after, Che Hou walked over to Zhang Fan’s side, face full of resentment as he said, "Bro, stop pretending to be deep. This is a crucial moment—it’s your cue to take the stage."
"Heh." Zhang Fan gave a wicked grin, rubbed his nose, and looked over at Ruo’erbei with bad intentions!
"Uncle, does what you just said still count?" Zhang Fan asked.
"Hm?" Ruo’erbei looked completely lost.
Zhang Fan lightly coughed. "I mean what you just said: if any of us can manage to run, you’ll cut off your own head."
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Ruo’erbei’s face instantly went black.
You guys, run?
"Heh, it counts. If even one of you runs more than a thousand meters away today, I, Ruo’erbei, will personally cut my head off," Ruo’erbei said with a gloomy, dismissive look.
Seventy, eighty pieces of Dark Force Level trash, plus forty‑odd Bright Force Level pieces of trash, running away right under the noses of our three hundred and twenty?
You think we’re dead or something?
Try running one, I dare you.
"Oh! That so?" Zhang Fan nodded.
Then Zhang Fan gave a devilish smile. "Then are you ready?"
"Huh?" Ruo’erbei was dumbfounded again.
Ready for what?
And in that instant, Zhang Fan turned around. "Daddy’s making a run for it! One, two, three!"
As soon as he finished, Zhang Fan directly unleashed Butterfly Dance Step!
Whoosh!
A trailing afterimage suddenly appeared in everyone’s field of vision.
You could say that in that split second, everyone present was completely stunned.
Che Hou: What the fuck, he ran? He ran?
Ruo’erbei: What fuck? What the hell is this?
Guo Qixuan: Damn, is he a dog or what?
The very next moment, Che Hou shouted, "Holy shit, bro, come back, take me with you, take me with you!"
That shout of shock also yanked countless people out of their dazed state and back to reality.
But the next second, Ruo’erbei, Guo Qixuan, and the others suddenly widened their eyes, faces full of horror.
Holy shit!
Something’s off—how can Zhang Fan be that fast?
Even with their Bright Force Peak, they damn well couldn’t hit that speed.
"Fuck, chase him!" Ruo’erbei suddenly yelled in alarm.
His face was burning hot in that moment.
Motherfucker, what the hell is this?
And the people around Ruo’erbei all started laughing maliciously. "Ruo’erbei, heh heh, went a bit overboard with the forced pretence this time, huh? If Zhang Fan really gets away this time, are you actually gonna chop your head off?"
When you’re here to spectate, you never mind things getting messy!
At that moment, Ruo’erbei’s face twisted. "Are you all idiots? What did we come here to do? If Zhang Fan really gets away, how the hell are you going to explain that?"
Hearing that, the crowd that had been ready to sit back and watch the show all changed expression.
Holy shit, that’s true!
They’d come here for one reason—to kill Zhang Fan.
If that guy ran, then...
"After him!" a roar suddenly exploded.
In an instant, countless figures shot out madly.
Watching this scene, Guo Qixuan and the Elders were all stunned.
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Why is the script different from what we expected?
How come Ruo’erbei and his group are chasing Zhang Fan now?
"Holy crap, Old Guo, run! What are you still spacing out for, you trying to die?" Feng Zi bellowed.
"Ah?" Guo Qixuan’s whole body jolted, then he finally snapped back to his senses.
Yeah, if they don’t run now, what the hell are they waiting for?
"Li Yu, what are you all standing there for, run!" Guo Qixuan looked at Li Yu and his group, arms folded across their chests with wicked smiles on their faces, and instantly got pissed.
At a time like this, you’re still just watching?
Do you seriously have no fear of death?
Right then, Xue Xueqi walked behind Li Yu, unzipped the backpack on his back, and took out...
A bag of sunflower seeds!
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Seeing that, Guo Qixuan’s blood boiled.
Sunflower seeds?
You fuckers are still eating seeds at a time like this?
"Gimme some, Sister Xue Qi!" Lin Feng and Wang Zheng immediately scampered over to Xue Xueqi’s side, hands outstretched.
What’s the greatest joy in the world?
Front‑row seats with sunflower seeds and a bench to watch the show, of course!
