Seeing Li Yanhe looking at her, Ye Qizhen smiled and raised her eyebrows.
"Looks like this old guy intends to kill me too."
"Is it possible that he's worried you're from the Divine Wind Camp, and that you're my support?" Jiang Fan asked.
"I'm your source of confidence? You're more like my source of confidence," Ye Qizhen retorted.
These words, when they reached Li Yanhe's ears, seemed genuine, and he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems his earlier guess was correct; this masked kid's strength is not as good as Jiang Fan's.
"So it was all a ruse." Li Yanhe looked at Jiang Fan with an expression that said, "I've seen right through you."
But it must be said that Jiang Fan is really exceptionally calm; even in this situation, he can still remain composed and stall for time.
Did you kill my son?
"Yes," Jiang Fan answered quite readily.
Because at this point, whether he's lying or telling the truth, it won't stop Li Yanhe and that old geezer from killing him.
"You--you--you--"
Li Yanhe was trembling with rage, and his gaze towards Jiang Fan was filled with a desire to tear him to pieces.
"Me—my grandson—did you kill my grandson too?"
"Yes," Jiang Fan answered decisively as always.
Upon hearing this answer, Li Yanhe trembled even more violently with rage. His venomous gaze not only wanted to tear Jiang Fan to pieces, but also wished he could drink his blood, eat his flesh, and finally grind his bones into powder to make soup.
"Good! Good!! Good!!!"
Each word was heavier than the last, his molars grinding together with a creaking sound, his eyes bloodshot, as if he were about to weep blood and tears at any moment.
" Jiang Fan! Don't worry, I won't kill you right away. Instead, I'll capture you and cut your flesh off piece by piece with a knife, making you wish you were dead!"
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? If you want to fight, then fight." Jiang Fan said impatiently.
"You—" Li Yanhe's angry roar was interrupted by Ye Qizhen.
"Hey old man, didn't you hear what Jiang Fan said? Why are you talking so much nonsense? If you want to fight, then fight already. I still want to have a good spar with Jiang Fan. I finally managed to persuade Jiang Fan to agree. If you ruin his mood because of you, I'll never forgive you."
"You—you all—good, good indeed! These young people these days are really something! So arrogant!"
Li Yanhe was so angry he almost laughed. Since taking over as the head of the Li Family, he had never been so humiliated by a junior.
"Kill this brat! As for Jiang Fan, spare his breath; I want to torture him properly!"
"Yes!"
At Li Yanhe's command, all the assassins he brought charged forward.
"I'll provide support, you fight the enemy." Ye Qizhen looked excited; she could finally fight alongside Jiang Fan.
"Are you sure you can do it? They're all Fifth Rank Martial Artist," Jiang Fan said, looking at Ye Qizhen with a skeptical gaze.
That glance really provoked Ye Qizhen.
"Don't underestimate me. Although I'm only at the Late-Stage Second Rank now, my Psychic Power is amazing. I can easily hold them off for a few seconds, enough time for you to kill them seven or eight times over."
Even while she was talking, Ye Qizhen released her Psychic Power, pinning dozens of assassins who rushed up to the spot, rendering them unable to move.
"This—this is!"
Li Yanhe was greatly shocked, his eyes filled with disbelief.
" Psychic Power!"
Spirit Master!
How could that be?
This kid--
"You are Ye Qizhen!!!"
It was Ye Qizhen!
Before he could finish his shock, Jiang Fan transformed into a blur, weaving through the group of assassins like a snake, reaping their lives as easily as harvesting leeks.
"Holy crap, that's awesome! I wish I could be like you someday!" Ye Qizhen's eyes lit up.
Jiang Fan sheathed his sword and turned to look at Ye Qizhen, "As a Spirit Master, can't you have some ideals and ambitions? Stop thinking about hand-to-hand combat and fatal blows all day long?"
"Heh, I can accept anyone saying that, but not you."
Ye Qizhen had barely finished her retort when Li Yanhe and his men had already closed in behind him.
He must kill Ye Qizhen first! Otherwise, with the help of Ye Qizhen, Spirit Master, he might find it difficult to kill Jiang Fan.
If Jiang Fan escapes and makes a scene at the Divine Wind Camp, not only will he lose his chance for revenge, but he will also suffer a terrible death.
He unleashed his strongest attack on the back of Ye Qizhen, determined to ensure Ye Qizhen was utterly and completely dead.
However, when the raised knife was halfway down, it seemed to be held back by an invisible force. No matter how much he exerted his qi and blood, he could not bring it down even a fraction.
It's the Psychic Power!
only--
How is that possible?
Ye Qizhen was merely a Intermediate Psychic, while he was Martial Artist had been at the Early-Stage Sixth Rank for many years. It was simply impossible for a Intermediate Psychic to contend with him.
Moreover, Ye Qizhen is only a Late-Stage Second Rank Martial Artist.
Ye Qizhen turned around and looked at Li Yanhe, who was frozen in place with a variety of changing expressions, and then turned to Jiang Fan to complain.
"Hey Old Jiang, come clean. You've been hiding the fact that you're Spirit Master, not just to enjoy the shocked and incredulous expressions on your enemies' faces, right? If that's the case, I really don't know how to describe your twisted sense of humor."
What?!
Ye Qizhen's words struck Li Yanhe like a thunderbolt!
Moreover, it was the kind of thing where he was repeatedly struck by eighty-one bolts of heavenly lightning.
"You, you're also Spirit Master? How is that possible? How could you possibly be Spirit Master! I don't believe it!" Li Yanhe roared hysterically.
"Whether you believe it or not doesn't change the fact that Jiang Fan Spirit Master. Oh, and by the way, let me tell you another truth. He's not only Spirit Master, but a Advanced Psychic. I believe you've already sensed that."
Just as Ye Qizhen said, Li Yanhe was currently being bound by an extremely powerful force, so he could clearly sense that the force binding him was definitely not something Intermediate Psychic could possess.
No, no--hahaha--
Li Yanhe roared and then suddenly burst into laughter. As he laughed, his eyes drooped down, and finally he glared at Jiang Fan with an extremely venomous look.
He finally understood why a mere Martial Artist could kill his grandson and son without leaving a trace.
Spirit Master —only Spirit Master can do this in this world!
He had never thought about this possibility, even though it was something a three-year-old knew.
It wasn't that he was stupid, but who would have thought that a dignified Spirit Master would go against a small Li Family?
Moreover, he couldn't have imagined, no matter how hard he tried, that Jiang Fan, a country bumpkin from Fortress No. 31, would be Spirit Master, and a Advanced Psychic at only 17 years old!
"It's time to send you on your way." Jiang Fan ignored the resentment in Li Yanhe's eyes and made a move to attack.
"Stop!"