263: Merciless slaughter!

That same day, the news of Chen Fan and his group joining North Dragon City swept through the entire World Lord World like a storm.

All other forces, including the two holy lands of the Black Dragon Mountain Empire, were astonished.

Immediately after, all the strongholds of these forces moved several thousand kilometers towards North Dragon City, fearing an unforeseen calamity!

They couldn't help but be terrified; the World Lord World was not like the outside world.

Here, only Astral Rank adventurers were allowed to enter.

However, the appearance of a large number of Universe Rank individuals like Chen Fan was unprecedented.

If it were just one or two Cosmic-level martial artists, they could rely on a large number of Astral Rank Martial Artists to exhaust them through a war of attrition.

However, the Universe Rank Martial Artists who joined North Dragon City were not just two or three.

There were a genuine fifty-six of them!

This number was enough to sweep through any force in the World Lord World, making them a colossal entity!

In response, some Martial Artists even went to the Virtual Universe to complain to the Universe Mercenary Alliance about not following the rules and allowing Universe Rank Martial Artists into the assessment world.

But the Universe Mercenary Alliance simply replied, “These people all broke through on their own!”

Chen Fan also understood the commotion his force could cause in this world.

So his first step was to seek revenge on the Third Prince!

Even if this Prince was an absolute top-tier figure in the vast Black Dragon Mountain Empire, with an extraordinary status.

But since he dared to provoke Chen Fan, he had to be prepared to face a fierce counterattack.

After all, Chen Fan was not the type to swallow his anger.

He always insisted on taking revenge without delay!

Anything like 'a gentleman's revenge is not too late after ten years' was all nonsense to Chen Fan!

Netherworld, core area.

In a vast, undulating mountain range, several figures, like streaks of light, darted into a cave deep within the mountains, lying in wait.

Deep inside the pitch-black cave, four Astral Rank Martial Artists wearing 'Three' uniforms were covered in wounds, looking utterly dishevelled.

“Big Brother, Second Brother, please take good care of Fourth Brother; I’ll go out and draw away these North Dragon City scoundrels.”

One of the less injured Martial Artists knelt on one knee, looking at his Fourth Brother, who was continuously vomiting blood, with a sorrowful expression.

Their team originally had about thirty members and was one of the top fifteen elite teams under the Third Prince.

After being ambushed by North Dragon City, only four of them managed to escape.

“Be careful; the leader of that North Dragon City team is a Universe Rank Martial Artist.”

One of the bearded men said.

“Third Brother, be careful.” Another person also said with concern.

“No worries, I have a Tier 3 psionic weapon bestowed by the Third Prince, and I’m very fast!” The Martial Artist, ranked third, smiled and comforted them, “Also, I am very strong.”

With that, the kneeling Martial Artist slowly stood up, turned to look at the cave entrance, his smile instantly fading, replaced by determination and solemnity.

“Big Brother, Second Brother, Fourth Brother, I’m leaving. If you return to the main camp, remember to tell the Third Prince that I, Kabudda, will always be his most loyal personal guard.”

After speaking, the figure flew towards the cave entrance at an extremely high speed.

But even faster than him was a dazzling white light that shot forth!

Just as this Third Martial Artist exited the cave entrance, white light descended from the sky.

Boom!

A white light, as if locked on, directly struck Kabudda, instantly blasting him into dust.

Rumble!!

Another shot, aimed directly at the cave where the three injured Martial Artists were hiding.

This long-prepared Star Destroyer Cannon directly flattened the cave and the mountain range, turning it into a plain.

“The seventy-fifth Martial Artist team is hereby removed!”

Han Li withdrew his hand from the Star Destroyer Cannon's launch button, looking triumphant.

“Now the Third Prince must be having a headache, who told them to bully our Brother Qingxi first.”

“Serves them right!”

In the past half-month, Han Li's North Dragon City team had killed over seventy teams.

Most of them were teams from the Third Prince, and some were White Tiger House Martial Artists who were just unlucky.

As long as Han Li and Fang Yuan met them, they were immediately killed.

“Got it!”

Beside him, Fang Yuan was searching for something on his smart optical computer.

“Next team, 4,300 kilometers from us, southwest direction!”

“Depart, continue the hunt!”

“Advance!”

...Behind the two of them, a group of Astral Rank Martial Artists from Black Dragon Mountain trembled.

Only then did they realize that their existence was merely to make up the numbers.

And the true combat power was either this spaceship or these few Universe Rank Martial Artists... In another place, a similar slaughter was unfolding.

This was Chen Fan’s fierce retaliation against the Third Prince.

“Hand over everything you have, then get out!”

World Lord World core area, a secluded valley on the edge, a dead end.

Chen Fan and his four companions, along with twenty North Dragon City patrol members, were scouting the surroundings when they encountered the Third Prince's team.

And so, a merciless robbery began.

“I am willing to give all our possessions, can you spare our lives?”

Among this team, a short, stout man stepped forward, pleading.

“That depends on your performance. If you perform well, I will agree.”

“Okay, I'll give, we'll all give it all!!!”

Clatter! !

Accompanied by a flurry of sounds.

A pile of items was taken out from their bodies and spatial rings, and thrown onto the ground.

Every Martial Artist in uniform looked panicked.

“Are you trying to fob off beggars?”

“Terrible performance!!”

Chen Fan's eyes grew cold, and his aura instantly became chilling, emanating a terrifying presence like the Nine Netherworld.

“Thunder God.” Then, Chen Fan gestured to Thunder God.

The latter immediately understood.

Thunder God drew his Battle Blade and advanced, his body like a streak of lightning, his momentum like a raging thunderbolt.

Boom!!

A silver figure directly tore through the air, the Battle Blade generating azure sparks as it frictioned against the air.

Pfft!!

Pfft!!

Accompanied by sounds of flesh being cut, one Martial Artist after another was decapitated by Thunder God's blade, losing their lives.

It was like harvesting chives.

To the side, Chen Fan and the others stood with their arms crossed, calmly watching this ruthless slaughter.

“Next time we encounter the Third Prince's team, Ma Liang will take action!”

Chen Fan's voice was calm, devoid of any emotion.

“Alright, I’ve long wanted to cut down their arrogance. Once all their limbs are severed, it will be this Third Prince’s turn... Hehehe!!”

“My twin blades are already thirsty for blood!” Ma Liang said with a laugh, then drew the twin blades from his back!

Whoosh whoosh —

Ma Liang brandished his twin blades, making them whistle, his entire being exuding sharpness.

The Astral Rank Martial Artists behind him were all awestruck by the chilling glint.

At the same time, their hearts stirred with excitement.

In the early days, the Third Prince's teams, relying on their superior numbers, always bullied and tormented the people of North Dragon City.

Now the tables had turned completely.

As the last personal guard in the small team fell, Thunder God quickly cleared the battlefield.

Chen Fan silently took it all in, then waved his hand and said:

“Let’s go to the next hunting ground!”

“Good!”

“...”