The Steward Demonic Emperor – Chapter 659, Rain Check

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The once excited audience gawked. With how many of them were seeing Zhuo Fan’s handiwork for the first time, they were still reeling over how such a monster existed. His power was out of this world.

 

Everyone bore testament to the twins’ strength last time. They were no less than the level of the superior three sects’ disciples that proved to be a thorn in many of the middle three sects’ disciples’ sides.

 

Yet these brave and bright geniuses were squashed to nothing at Zhuo Fan’s hands with the lightest of actions and in the most horrendous way possible. 

 

Zhuo Fan’s display had everyone shaking in their seats.

 

Even those that witnessed Zhuo Fan’s punch were still unnerved. That strike was unintended and random, while in this fight, the strikes were done with purpose and resolve.

 

The constant show of baffling martial arts had left the people thrilled. 

 

“Every time I see him, it feels like he’s a new man, a new abomination. It puts all my effort into cultivation over the years to shame. Even if I were to fight him, I still can’t beat him.”

 

Xie Tianshang shook his head and sighed.

 

Wen Tao’s face twitched. “Tianshang, what the hell had your friend been eating to end up like this? He’s inhuman! And you, Han Yunfeng, didn’t you say he’s going to take fifteen minutes against the twins? He barely took a second!”

 

“How should I know?”

 

Han Yunfeng rolled his eyes, “I told you he’s terrifying. I bet the last punch wasn’t even his all. I just can’t imagine where all his strength ends. How could a freak like him be allowed in the Double Dragon Gathering anyway? How are we supposed to compete with that?”

 

Wen Tao eyed him and gave a firm nod of approval. Then his face fell as he spoke bitterly, “For crying out loud. I had confidence that many of my plans to deal with the Demon Scheming Sect would work. But how the hell will any of them work when they have such a freak? “

 

“Humph, ignorance is bliss. That so-called confidence was nothing but blind faith!” Han Yunfeng mocked.

 

Wen Tao glared, then sighed.

 

Others had it worse. Heaven Trailing Sect’s elder thought the challenge match with Demon Scheming Sect would still go to them. Now though, victory was the last thing on his mind. His team was going to be slaughtered!

 

That valley was a hellscape, fraught with one certain and imminent danger that would pull everyone in, Zhuo Fan.

 

[And to make matters worse, their leader Ren Cong is completely oblivious to it!]

 

And that was the truth of it. In that world, Ren Cong had warned the twins to go for Zhuo Fan from the start rather than picking up the leftovers from Demon Scheming Sect.

 

However, the fight was already over. This mighty young master Ren and the other disciple had not received any message either, a testament to how brief the fight was. 

 

Elder Qi was most worried that the young master was still stubbornly holding on to his belief that the enemy was showboating. 

 

[That’s suicide!]

 

Elder Qi felt like crying, his heart in a mess.

 

[The rumors were true, if not failing to live up to his power. The punk is a terrifying existence…]

 

Wu Qingqiu took a deep breath and sighed, “His reputation precedes him. Zhuo Fan is outstanding. There might not even be many from the superior three sects who can take the twins on, yet this guy did it like nothing…”

 

“You haven’t seen anything yet. Wait till he becomes a true savage. That’s when you’ll see his power!” Yan Mo recalled his miserable experience and sighed, “We didn’t even get to see his soul yet.”

 

Wu Qingqiu cried, “Soul? He’s in the Radiant Stage and already formed his soul?”

 

“Oh please, how the hell is he supposed to fight an Ethereal Stage expert if he didn’t have a soul formed?”

 

“I figured he has some defensive soul treasure on him. That and his incredibly strong body are what helped him score wins. At least, that’s how it looked until now. But if he has a soul formed…” Wu Qingqiu’s face was heavy.

 

Glancing over, Yan Mo sighed, “Here’s a newsflash for you. He doesn’t just have a soul form, but it is also something incredible!”

 

“How do you know? Did you see it?” Wu Qingqiu looked at him hard.

 

He nodded, then shook his head, “What I mean is, I sort of saw it and didn’t. At that time, he only half released it. Yet that was enough to almost take my life. If not for the girl in his arms stopping him, I wouldn’t be here talking to you.”

 

“You fought him and lost?” Wu Qingqiu gasped.

 

He knew just how strong Yan Mo was, while not better than him, of course, but he was a true expert in the western lands. The best genius in western lands could beat him, no problem, but getting him to leave his life was another matter.

 

It was this expert that almost got culled by Zhuo Fan’s power. 

 

[Just what level is this guy at anyway?]

 

Wu Qingqiu turned a startled face at Ye Lin. “Junior brother, your opponent is freakishly strong.”

 

“Of course. How else is he to match me?”

 

Ye Lin grinned excitedly, “I told you, none of you are worthy of fighting him except me. Because we are destined rivals, he-he-he…”

 

Wu Qingqiu gave him a long look, then nodded…

 

Meanwhile, Zhuo Fan finished dealing with two flies and started looking around with a devious smile.

 

Zhuo Fan’s eye twitched and charged forward. He clawed at some bush and grabbed a mote of green, Cong Lin’s soul. 

 

Zhuo Fan’s right eye flashed golden again, and the mote vanished. Then he disappeared again, appearing high on a tree’s branch. He swiped his hand and caught a yellow mote this time.

 

It was Cong Shan’s soul.

 

With one last disappearing act, Zhuo Fan was back to his original spot, but this time with an extra nasty grin on his lips as he said to the two motes in his hands. “Go ahead, run! Did you think I didn’t see you slipping away when your bodies were pulverized? And you, Cong Shan, what the hell were you doing perched up there under a bird’s butt? Are you trying to become a chick in your next life?” 

 

Demon Scheming Sect’s disciples snickered over. The two souls were shaking in fear.

 

“You picked the wrong guy to mess with this time. You up and challenged Steward Zhuo and got what’s coming to you. Ha-ha-ha…” Kui Lang patted the two souls and mocked them.

 

The others laughed along.

 

The Cong twins were ashamed, crying out in anger. “You destroyed our bodies, and now you dare kill us? We are from the Heaven Trailing Sect, the head of Tianyu’s three guardian sects!”

 

“Head my ass! When we kick you down a notch, we’ll be the head! Ha-ha-ha…” Zhuo Fan grabbed the two and knocked them into each other so hard they saw stars.

 

The rest were laughing even harder now.

 

In flashes of light, Ren Cong and his gang entered the stage.

 

Seeing the Demon Scheming Sect team laughing and joking, Ren Cong looked around, puzzled. 

 

[Where are Cong Shan and Cong Lin? Did they get sent to a different area?]

 

The plan was to go after Zhuo Fan to catch him off guard the minute they got here. But now, there was no sight of them, and the chance was lost.

 

As for the two in question being defeated, that never crossed his mind.

 

He wasn’t one to entertain such flights of fancies. The two managed to make it hard against all other middle three sects, so how would they get done in a flash?

 

But the cruel reality was he couldn’t even register what was before him. He just had to mess with the wrong person. 

 

“Are you thinking they should have been on me the moment they came here?” Zhuo Fan mocked.

 

Ren Cong’s brow shook, and he looked at Zhuo Fan incredulously. 

 

[How does he know that?]

 

Zhuo Fan grinned as if he had read his mind, then shook his head as he extended his palms holding the two motes. “Because they did it just now. A shame they lost, ha-ha-ha!”

 

Zhuo Fan squeezed, and under Ren Cong’s shocked eyes, he watched as the two cried their last and scattered into the air.

 

“From now on, the head of Tianyu’s three guardian sects has changed!” Zhuo Fan squinted.

 

Qi Changlong and the others behind him snickered, strutting for Ren Cong’s team with taunts and jeers.

 

From now on, Tianyu’s first guardian sect was taking a rain check…

 

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