parentshiftbook Chapter 806 - Cannot Afford to Offend
Chapter 806 - Cannot Afford to Offend
Chapter 806 - Cannot Afford to Offend
Chen Fan’s words made Madam Mo’s heart tremble.
Wasn’t he implying that no one under the Manifestation realm could do anything to him?
“Mister, demon kings are all supreme figures. It’s simply impossible for me to come into contact with them. Other than Demon King Xuan Ting, I don’t know if there are any other demon kings on this demonic island,” Madam Mo said
“The strongest in the Zhang Clan currently should be Zhang Wuji’s elder sister, Zhang Yu. She cultivates in the Xuan Ting Demon Sect and is in the Heavenly Star realm.”
To Madam Mo, even Heavenly Star realm experts were untouchable figures, towering far beyond her reach, let alone the exalted demon kings.
“Alright, I understand now.” Chen Fan nodded and smiled. “Rest assured, I will take care of everything. No one will trouble you again, be it the Mo Clan or the Zhang Clan.”
The Zhang Clan was currently hosting a huge banquet.
Today marked the return of Zhang Yu, the clan’s pride and joy, who had even brought along a fellow disciple from the Xuan Ting Demon Sect. The Zhang Clan spared no expense, arranging the most lavish feast to welcome them.
On this island, the Xuan Ting Demon Sect was akin to heaven itself.
Its disciples held immense status and were people others desperately sought to curry favor with.
The banquet hall was filled with laughter, fine wine, and exquisite delicacies, creating a vibrant, celebratory atmosphere.
Zhang Wuji was an oddly beautiful and alluring youth with a pale complexion. He raised his cup to the beautiful woman seated at the head of the table. “Sis, this toast is to you. Without you, our clan wouldn’t be what it is today.”
“Mmm.” Zhang Yu radiated an icy aura, her expression as cold and unyielding as frost. She nodded calmly and asked, “Have you taken care of that matter?”
“We are just one person short. I’ve already ordered someone to get them. I’m sure they’re already on their way back to the clan. I’ve seen them with my own eyes. They should satisfy you, Sister,” Zhang Wuji said.
Rumors outside claimed Zhang Wuji was practicing a depraved demonic art that preyed on women, spreading fear among the people. In truth, the Zhang Clan deliberately circulated these stories to protect Zhang Yu’s reputation. Not that Zhang Yu herself cared about others’ opinions.
Suddenly, a figure rushed into the hall in a panic. Zhang Wuji furrowed his brow and asked with an icy gaze, “Where’s she?”
Plop.
This person turned pale in fear and knelt on the ground. “That youth who stepped in to save her yesterday is a Heavenly Star realm powerhouse. He injured the Mo Clan’s old man with just a shout.”
“So you’re saying you didn’t bring her here?” Zhang Wuji said indifferently.
This person turned even paler. Trembling, he said, “Young Master, the Mo Clan’s old man is a second-level Heavenly Star realm powerhouse, and he’s injured from a shout.”
“You useless thing!” Zhang Wuji’s expression turned icy as he slammed his cup down.
The wine in the cup flew out and turned into a terrifying demonic sword, slashing at the man. It penetrated the attendant’s head, causing wisps of blood to fly out. The wine flew back into the cup, and Zhang Wuji downed the cup of wine in one shot.
“Playing the hero, are we?” Zhang Wuji looked at Chen Fan with a smile. Few dared to act so boldly on this demonic island, and those who did usually met a tragic end.
Chen Fan looked up slightly, scanning Zhang Wuji and the others. His gaze eventually settled on the two figures standing atop the demons. Judging by their arrogant, condescending demeanor, the woman was most likely Zhang Yu.
Zhang Wuji’s eyes flicked back to the Mo Clan. “You’ve got some nerves. You dared to take him in.”
“Mercy please, Young Master Zhao.” The Mo Clan patriarch prostrated on the ground, trembling.
“Mercy?” Zhang Wuji scoffed coldly, “That depends on how you act.”
A hint of despair rose in the Mo Clan patriarch.
He could not beat Chen Fan, nor could he afford to offend Zhang Wuji. No matter what path he chose, it all led to a dead end.
Zhang Yu and that Xuan Ting Demon Sect disciple watched from the side as if this had nothing to do with them. Why would they even get involved in a fight between ants?
The Mo Clan patriarch’s eyes flickered.
Boom!
Suddenly, a powerful aura surged from him. Rising to his feet, he turned to Chen Fan with a determined gaze and declared, “Sir, this is our Mo Clan’s family affair. I ask that you do not intervene any further.”
Chen Fan sat there, looking at the Mo Clan patriarch, and said indifferently, “Oh? And what will you do if I decide to intervene?”
“Kill!” roared a Mo Clan youth, waving his hand. He would kill Chen Fan at all costs.
In their desperate bid for survival, the Mo Clan’s choice was clear. Between Chen Fan and the Zhang Clan, there was no question—offending Zhang Wuji was a risk they couldn’t take.
Chen Fan stood up, carrying Xiaoyu. His gaze suddenly became incomparably cold and he stepped forward.
Boom!
His step was like heavenly might. The Mo Clan patriarch felt like an ancient divine mountain was pressing down on him, causing his bones to let out creaking sounds, and his steps faltered as horror filled his face.
Thump!
Chen Fan took another step, and the patriarch trembled violently. Blood spurted from his mouth as he staggered, overwhelmed by an indescribable force.
Bang!
As his third step fell, the Mo Clan patriarch screamed miserably. His dantian shattered. The Mo Clan members around him were scared out of their wits, their complexion pale, not daring to move a muscle.
"You dare provoke me, yet tremble at the thought of him? Do you value your lives so little?”