Extreme Terror! Look At Me, Brat!

Wushan Village, an endless dark night.

As Wei Fan passed the Outer Circle of the village, he noticed that the villagers had shut their doors and windows, yet oil lamps were lit inside their homes.

They clearly knew what was going to happen tonight and no one dared to sleep.

The villagers also knew full well that once the Monstrosities entered the village, they would have no means of resistance.

All they could do was silently pray that they would be lucky enough to escape!

An atmosphere of oppression and fear permeated the surroundings, making the dark night even more dense and profound.

Wei Fan didn't linger. His figure was hidden in the darkness as he moved swiftly.

Soon, he arrived at the blacksmith's shop.

There was a scent of alcohol in the air, which Wei Fan could smell from a distance.

In the distance, a high-temperature furnace burned, crackling.

Blacksmith Li sat on the ground, leaning against a pillar, holding a wine jar in his hand, like a wandering drunkard.

Seeing this, Wei Fan shook his head.

Judging by the situation, Blacksmith Li wouldn't be able to repair his Wild Goose Wing Saber.

"Young Wei, you're here!" Blacksmith Li spoke, his voice tinged with the smell of alcohol. "I heard you became the Vice Captain of the Night Watch, well done, kid!"

"Uncle Li, Wushan Village is not peaceful tonight. You should go back inside!" Wei Fan reminded him.

"It's nothing!" Blacksmith Li opened his eyes a sliver, his expression turning serious. He said heartily, "What do you need from me? Don't mind that I've been drinking, my blacksmithing skills are completely unaffected."

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

"It can be repaired, but it's not worth it!" Blacksmith Li looked at the saber, then at Wei Fan, and chuckled. "I have a better treasure saber here!"

"Treasure saber?" Wei Fan raised an eyebrow, overjoyed.

Blacksmith Li was one of the best blacksmiths in Wushan Village, and most of the weapons in the Night Watcher's Armory were forged by him.

A saber that Blacksmith Li called a treasure saber was definitely no ordinary item.

"Wait here, I'll get it for you!" Blacksmith Li said, staggering to his feet.

Then, Blacksmith Li brought out a dusty wooden box from the inner room.

Blacksmith Li's steps were heavy; the wooden box was clearly not light.

Wei Fan stepped forward to help him lift it.

As the wooden box was opened, Wei Fan felt a scorching heat wash over him.

Inside was an ancient saber, about 1.5 meters long. The hilt was dark, carved with crimson cloud patterns, and the blade was like a mirror, occasionally flashing with red light.

When Wei Fan picked up the saber, he found it weighed over 300 jin. He wondered what material it was made from.

Hum!

The saber emitted a ringing sound, and the red light on the blade grew more intense.

It was evident that the saber itself carried a scorching energy, similar in effect to the Little Flame Talisman.

"A good saber!" Wei Fan praised sincerely.

"This is the Flame Cloud Saber passed down from my ancestors, forged from Volcanic Meteorite Iron. I can no longer wield it."

Blacksmith Li said, a hint of melancholy flashing in his eyes. "I have no successor now. Young Wei, you've become the Vice Captain of the Night Watch Team and are in need of a good weapon. Take it."

"In that case, thank you, Uncle Li!" Wei Fan cupped his fists, took out two Little Flame Talismans, and added, "Wushan Village will be attacked by Monstrosities later. Wear these talismans on your body to resist some weaker Monstrosities!"

"Hahaha, Young Wei is thoughtful. Then I won't be polite!" Blacksmith Li took the Little Flame Talismans and carefully put them away.

Wei Fan smiled. Blacksmith Li was a good person, and this was all he could do to help.

Just then, from the shadows of the street corner, two unwelcome guests appeared.

Zhu Linyi, with a pale face, was followed by the strong and robust Zhu Wen.

"Why is this beast here?" Blacksmith Li's eyes were filled with rage. His daughter, Aman, was killed by Zhu Linyi.

But then, Blacksmith Li noticed Zhu Wen, who was as strong as a bull. Seeing him holding a saber with a fierce gaze, he knew they were not here with good intentions.

At this moment, the temperature in the blacksmith's shop dropped by a few degrees.

"He's here for me!" Wei Fan admired the Flame Cloud Saber in his hand, not nervous at all. Instead, a smile crept onto his lips.

Blacksmith Li immediately understood, realizing Wei Fan had offended someone from the Zhu Family. He quickly warned, "Young Wei, the Zhu Family is powerful and influential. Don't act rashly!"

Blacksmith Li had lived in Wushan Village for over a decade and understood the terrifying power of the Zhu Family. Therefore, he didn't want to see Wei Fan throw himself against a stone and do something irreversible.

"Uncle Li, you actually want to kill this beast too, don't you!" Wei Fan's gaze was sharp as he looked over.

"I... Young Wei, what's wrong?" Blacksmith Li felt the killing intent emanating from Wei Fan and his hair stood on end.

"The Zhu Family has many martial artists. You can only swallow your grievances. Now that you've gifted me a treasure saber, I will cut off his head for you!"

Wei Fan pointed his saber at the ground, the blade emitting a faint red glow. "Tonight, we will use the Zhu Family's bloodline to consecrate this Flame Cloud Saber!"

The next second, Wei Fan moved.

Zhu Linyi, in the distance, stiffened. He hadn't expected Wei Fan to strike first.

Immediately, a vicious smile spread across his face. He had brought a powerful expert from the Blood Rage Realm; a mere martial artist in the Divine Strength Realm charging at them was like a moth to a flame. He then ordered Zhu Wen, who was behind him, "Chop off his hands and feet. I want to torture him severely!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Wei Fan's figure vanished, erupting with extreme speed!

Puff!

Zhu Wen froze in place, his eyes bulging, a look of unconcealable horror in them.

"?" Zhu Linyi had barely registered what was happening when he witnessed a terrifying sight.

A line of blood erupted from Zhu Wen's right shoulder down to his lower abdomen. His upper body slid off, spilling red and white innards onto the ground.

Blood splattered across Zhu Linyi's face. This sudden turn of events caused his pupils to contract, and his whole body trembled.

Zhu Wen, a Blood Rage Realm expert, had been killed in a single strike???

The next second, a massive shadow fell over him. Wei Fan, who had grown to a height of 2.4 meters, appeared behind Zhu Linyi.

"You!!!" Zhu Linyi struggled to turn his head, his face instantly draining of all color.

Terror!

Utter terror!

"Look at me, brat!"

Wei Fan roared, grabbing Zhu Linyi's head and twisting it 180 degrees.

Zhu Linyi's cervical spine snapped directly, killing him instantly.