"Hey, are you two done yet? Death is staring you in the face, and you still have the mood to stand here chatting about family matters? If you want to talk, we'll send you straight to hell in a moment and let you chat to your hearts' content!" The bandit leader at the front sneered coldly, his face full of impatience.
"Brothers, stop wasting words on these two. Let's rush them together, kill this troublesome fellow first, then deal with Zhuangyuan Lang!" one of the bandits shouted.
"That's right! If this guy hadn't stuck his hand in, Zhuangyuan Lang would have long since become a ghost beneath our blades!" another bandit echoed.
As soon as the words fell, the three bandits raised their broadswords without hesitation and charged fiercely at Chen Xiaofan.
Chen Xiaofan looked at them, the corners of his mouth lifting in a cold smile. He remained standing where he was, calm and composed, as though those before him who wanted to kill him did not exist at all.
In the flash of lightning and spark of flint, their broadswords were already closing in on Chen Xiaofan's face. Seeing that he showed no reaction whatsoever, they could not help but feel a flicker of doubt. Yet they gave it no further thought, and the movements of their hands only grew faster.
Just as those three incomparably sharp broadswords, gleaming with cold light, were about to hack down on Chen Xiaofan, something astonishing happened—Chen Xiaofan's body suddenly erupted with an overwhelming aura capable of toppling mountains and overturning seas!
That aura was like a surging torrent, blasting the three bandits straight away with the force of withering the rotten and pulling up the decayed! Before they could even react, they and the broadswords in their hands were flung into