Extreme Terror! Look at Me, You Little Bastard!

Wushan Village, boundless dark night.

As Wei Fan passed through the village's Outer Circle, he found the villagers shutting their doors one after another, though oil lamps still burned inside their homes.

Clearly, they all knew what would happen tonight. No one dared to sleep.

The villagers also knew full well that once the strange horrors entered the village, they would have no power to resist.

They could only silently pray that they would be lucky enough to escape this calamity!

An oppressive, fearful atmosphere permeated the surroundings, making the dark night feel even deeper and heavier.

Wei Fan did not linger. His figure concealed in the darkness, he swiftly moved through it.

Before long, he arrived at the blacksmith's shop.

The scent of alcohol hung in the air; Wei Fan smelled it from far away.

In the distance, the high-temperature furnace burned, crackling and popping.

Blacksmith Li sat on the ground with his back against a pillar, still clutching a wine jar in his arms, like a drunken wanderer.

Seeing this, Wei Fan shook his head.

At this rate, Blacksmith Li would not be able to repair his Wild Goose Wing Saber.

"Boy Wei, you're here!" Blacksmith Li spoke, his voice reeking of alcohol. "I heard you became the Night Watch Team's Vice Captain. Not bad, kid!"

"Uncle Li, Wushan Village won't be peaceful tonight. You should go back inside first," Wei Fan reminded him.

"It's fine!" Blacksmith Li opened his eyes to a slit, his expression turning serious. He said heartily, "What did you come to see me for? Don't let the wine fool you—I haven't been affected in the slightest when it comes to smithing."

Hearing this, Wei Fan removed the Wild Goose Wing Saber. "Can this saber still be repaired?"

"It can be repaired, but there's no need!" Blacksmith Li looked at the saber, then at Wei Fan, and smiled. "I have an even better treasured saber here!"

"A treasured saber?" Wei Fan raised his brow, joy surging in his heart.

Blacksmith Li was one of Wushan Village's finest blacksmiths. Most of the weapons in the Night Watchers' armory had also been forged by him.

Any saber Blacksmith Li called a treasured saber was certainly no ordinary item.

"Wait here. I'll go get it for you!" Blacksmith Li said as he swayed unsteadily to his feet.

Soon after, Blacksmith Li carried out a dust-covered wooden box from the inner room.

His footsteps were heavy, clearly showing that the wooden box was no lightweight.

Wei Fan stepped forward to help support it.

When the wooden box was opened, a scorching aura rushed toward Wei Fan's face.

Inside lay an ancient saber one and a half meters long. Its hilt was pitch-black and engraved with crimson cloud patterns. Its blade was mirror-like, occasionally flashing with streaks of red light.

Wei Fan picked it up and found that the saber weighed more than three hundred jin. He had no idea what material it had been forged from.

Buzz!

The blade rang out, and the red glow along its edge grew ever richer.

He could clearly sense that the saber itself carried scorching energy, possessing the same wondrous effect through a different path as a Little Flame Talisman.

"Fine saber!" Wei Fan praised sincerely.

"This is the Flame Cloud Saber passed down through my ancestors, forged from Volcanic Meteorite Iron. I can't wield it anymore."

As Blacksmith Li spoke, a trace of desolation flashed through his eyes. "I have no successor now either. Boy Wei, you've become the Night Watch Team's Vice Captain and need a good weapon. Take it."

"Then many thanks, Uncle Li!" Wei Fan cupped his hands and took out two Little Flame Talismans. He added, "Wushan Village will be attacked by strange horrors later tonight. Stick these talismans on yourself, and they can fend off some weaker strange horrors!"

"Hahaha, Boy Wei knows his manners. Then I won't stand on ceremony!" Blacksmith Li accepted the Little Flame Talismans and carefully put them away.

Wei Fan smiled. Blacksmith Li was a good man. This was all he could do to help him.

Just then, two uninvited guests emerged from the shadows at the street corner.

The pale-faced Zhu Linyi walked in front, followed by the burly and powerful Zhu Wen.

"Why has that beast come here?" Blacksmith Li's eyes were filled with fury. His daughter, Aman, had been killed by Zhu Linyi.

But immediately afterward, Blacksmith Li noticed Zhu Wen, who was built like a savage bull. Seeing the blade in his hand and the ferocity in his eyes, he inwardly thought that they had come with ill intent.

At that moment, the temperature in the blacksmith's shop seemed to drop several degrees out of thin air.

"He's here for me!" Wei Fan admired the Flame Cloud Saber in his hand without the slightest tension, the corners of his mouth instead curving into a smile.

Blacksmith Li instantly understood. Knowing that Wei Fan had offended the Zhu family, he immediately warned, "Boy Wei, the Zhu family has many people and great influence. Don't act on a momentary impulse!"

Blacksmith Li had lived in Wushan Village for more than a decade and understood the Zhu family's strength and terror. He did not want to see Wei Fan smash an egg against a stone and do something irreversible.

"Uncle Li, you actually want to kill this beast too, don't you?" Wei Fan looked over, his gaze blazing like torches.

"I... Boy Wei, what's wrong with you?" Sensing the killing intent emanating from Wei Fan, Blacksmith Li's hair stood on end.

"The Zhu family has many martial artists. Even if you were wronged, you could only swallow it back down. Now that you've given me this treasured saber, I'll be the one to sever his head for you!"

Wei Fan pointed his saber at the ground, its blade giving off a faint red glow. "Tonight, I'll use the Zhu family's bloodline to consecrate this Flame Cloud Saber!"

The next second, Wei Fan moved.

In the distance, Zhu Linyi's body stiffened. He had not expected Wei Fan to strike first.

Then a vicious smile appeared on his face. He had brought a Blood Rage Realm expert with him. For a mere Divine Strength Realm martial artist to charge over was no different from smashing an egg against a stone. Thus, he ordered Zhu Wen behind him, "Chop off his hands and feet. I want to torture him mercilessly!"

The moment his words fell, Wei Fan's figure vanished, erupting with extreme speed!

Pfft!

Zhu Wen's body froze in place, his eyeballs bulging as undisguised terror filled his eyes.

"?" Zhu Linyi had only just reacted when he saw an utterly horrifying sight.

A ring of blood burst from Zhu Wen's right shoulder down to his lower abdomen. His upper body slid downward, leaving red and white matter scattered all over the ground.

Blood splashed across Zhu Linyi's face. This sudden change made his pupils contract sharply, and his entire body trembled.

Zhu Wen, a Blood Rage Realm martial artist, had actually been instantly killed with one slash???

The next second, a massive shadow fell over him. Wei Fan, whose body had grown to two meters and four, appeared behind Zhu Linyi.

"You!!!" Zhu Linyi turned his head with difficulty, all color instantly draining from his face.

Terror!

Terror beyond all limits!

"Look at me, you little bastard!"

Wei Fan roared, twisting Zhu Linyi's head one hundred and eighty degrees with one massive hand.

Zhu Linyi's cervical vertebra snapped outright. He was dead beyond any doubt.