On the day of going down the mountain, he was forced to marry by two school beauties

"waste!"

Zhang Shengtian looked at Wu Qingxue's body and cursed, "After all, he was a capable member of the Shen family, but he is so useless."

"Master, leave this kid's life to us."

Lei Shan stepped forward and licked his lips: "Without the hostage, his death would be even more uglier."

"Move quickly."

Zhang Shengtian nodded. He originally wanted to capture Chen Fan without bloodshed, but now it seems impossible.

Lei Shan looked at the other masters of the Zhang family and said, "Brothers, come together!"

"Understood, Third Brother."

Lei Shan ranked third, so everyone else called him "Third Brother".

"A bunch of chickens and dogs, are you worthy enough to fight Mr. Chen?"

An Zhiyu, disguised as Wu Qingmei, walked out leisurely, "Your opponent is here."

"court death!"

A master of the Xuan realm from the Zhang family sneered and kicked the ground to shoot towards An Zhiyu.

An Zhiyu did not retreat but advanced to meet the enemy.

Everyone only saw two people's figures intertwining.

Immediately afterwards, the Zhang family's Xuan realm master fell to the ground, with blood continuously flowing from his neck.

With one move, the master of Xuan realm was killed!

After An Zhiyu killed someone, he walked towards Zhang Shengtian leisurely, ignoring Lei Shan and others.

"How brave!"

Lei Shan was furious and rushed towards An Zhiyu, punching him.

"waste!"

An Zhiyu's slender hand stretched out like lightning and pointed a finger at Lei Shan's fist.

There was a click.

Lei Shan's finger bones were broken, his sleeves exploded and turned into powder, and his entire arm was torn into pieces.

Then, An Zhiyu pointed his finger at Lei Shan's brow.

"what--"

Lei Shan fell backwards, his mouth wide open, his expression filled with horror and disbelief.

He was pierced through the middle of his eyebrows and died.

In total, An Zhiyu only used two moves.

An Zhiyu continued to walk towards Zhang Shengtian.

"Hold her off!"

Zhang Shengtian was horrified, staggered back and fell to the ground.

"Protect the head of the family!"

Zhang family masters rushed forward.

An Zhiyu strolled leisurely among the Zhang family's masters, raising her finger to kill her opponents. Anyone who was pointed at by her finger fell to the ground and died instantly.

In just a few seconds, all the masters of the Zhang family were killed.

There was silence.

Zhang Shengtian looked up at An Zhiyu and asked tremblingly, "Who are you?"

He had never seen such a terrifying woman.

This woman is simply a killing machine.

"The person who killed you."

An Zhiyu chuckled: "Go with peace of mind."

Just as she was about to make a move, a black shadow suddenly flew over and pounced on An Zhiyu!

"boom!"

An Zhiyu turned around, took the opponent's palm strike head-on, and took a step back.

"Tsk tsk, great skills!"

The man who attacked An Zhiyu fell to the ground and exclaimed in admiration. He was wearing a ghost mask, so no one could see his appearance at all.

"People from the Demon Slayer Hall!"

An Zhiyu's eyes turned cold.

"You actually know about the Demon Slayer Hall."

The ghost-faced man was a little surprised: "Who are you? With your kung fu, you are definitely not an unknown person."

"Who am I? Go down and ask the King of Hell later."

An Zhiyu sneered. She came to Zhonghai this time just for the Demon Slayer Hall.

"You are very strong, but you are only on par with me."

The man with the ghost face chuckled: "It's better for us not to help each other."

"Mr. Mu, this girl cannot stay."

Zhang Shengtian couldn't help but say that he actually knew this man with a ghost face.

"I can't keep him here. Otherwise, you, Zhang Shengtian, will come and kill him?"

The man with a ghost face looked at Zhang Shengtian with a cold tone.

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Zhang Shengtian hurriedly apologized with a smile.

The man with the ghost face snorted coldly, "Gather the keys and open the treasure. I will block this woman for you."

"Yes, Mr. Mu."

Zhang Shengtian smiled flatteringly and looked at Chen Fan: "Mr. Mu, the key is in this guy's hands."

The man with the ghost face looked at Chen Fan and said, "Hand over the key."

Chen Fan smiled and said, "Do you know where the treasure is?"

From the conversation between the ghost-faced man and Zhang Shengtian, it can be seen that they should know where the treasure is.

The man with the ghost face sneered: "You are not qualified to know."

An Zhiyu said coldly: "You'd better respect Mr. Chen!"

The ghost-faced man's expression changed slightly, and he looked at Chen Fan and An Zhiyu, "You two, know each other?"

Chen Fan smiled and said, "We know each other well."

An Zhiyu's face was flushed with shame under the human skin mask.

The man with the ghost face didn't know that Chen Fan was teasing An Zhiyu. He frowned and said, "I only want one thing in there. For the rest, you can split it 50-50 with the Zhang family."

Zhang Shengtian's face changed: "Mr. Mu, this——"

The man with the ghost face snorted coldly: "Why, do you have any objections?"

Zhang Shengtian forced a smile: "No."

The man with the ghost face looked at Chen Fan and An Zhiyu, "You have the key, and we know the location of the treasure. I think we can cooperate."

Chen Fan smiled and said, "Cooperation is fine. Kill the Zhang family members and then talk to me about cooperation."

The man with the ghost face was amused: "Do you think it's possible?"

Chen Fan looked at him and asked, "Do you think you can protect the Zhang family?"

The man with the ghost face chuckled: "No one can negotiate with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless people wearing ghost masks appeared around him. They were so densely packed that there were probably seventy or eighty of them.

"They have drugs and guns, and they have a lot of cards up their sleeves."

The ghost-faced man laughed and said, "Besides, they are all Xuan realm warriors."

He looked at An Zhiyu and said, "In our Ghost Slayer Hall, we have Ghost Kings, Ghost Marshals, Ghost Generals, and Ghost Soldiers. I'm just a high-ranking Ghost Soldier. In this mission, I'm just a deputy. Above me, there's a high-ranking Ghost Soldier who's even stronger than me, and a Ghost General. You're my equal, but you're definitely no match for them."

An Zhiyu smiled and said, "I'm just a handyman. In our organization, there are 99 levels in total, and I'm only level 99, the lowest level."

The man with the ghost face grinned: "I am telling the truth."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Tengfei came out and said lightly: "Lao Mu, you take the people to grab the key, I will stop this woman!"

Wang Tengfei seemed like a different person, with an imposing aura.

Even his ally Zhang Shengtian was shocked. He didn't expect that Wang Tengfei and Mr. Mu were in the same group.

"You're not taking off."

Wang Jingyu suddenly asked in surprise: "Who are you?"

"I?"

Wang Tengfei chuckled: "I am a high-ranking ghost soldier of the Demon Slayer Hall, codenamed Mr. Fire. As for your brother, didn't he die just now?"

Wang Jingyu was stunned. The person who had just died was actually the real Wang Tengfei.

Wang Tengfei's face started to burn and soon turned into a ghost face covered with flame patterns.

Demon Slayer Hall, Mr. Fire!

"Now, do you still want to submit your application?"

Mr. Huo looked at Chen Fan and chuckled, "What else do you have to rely on? Shen Qianjue, or Song Wanjian? If Zhang Longhu and Bai Xianfeng team up to kill Shen Qianjue alone, he will definitely die. As for the Song family, several other families in Zhonghai are now dealing with them. The Song family is already busy with their own affairs, so why would they let Song Wanjian come to help you?"

He seemed to be very clear about Chen Fan's trump card.

"Hand over the key and I will spare your life."

Mr. Huo glanced at Shen Nange, Ye Yantong and the others and sneered, "Otherwise, these people will be buried with you. Lao Mu and I will join forces, and together with the people from the Demon Slayer Hall, we can kill everyone here in five minutes at most."

He looked at An Zhiyu: "Except her, of course."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly looked at Chen Fan and said sarcastically, "But if she insists on saving your life, then she will die too."

Chen Fan was a little amused, "You are wrong, they are not my backers."

Mr. Huo sneered: "If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink the penalty wine."

He appeared in front of Chen Fan in an instant like a ghost.

"die!"

Mr. Huo's palm was like a red-hot iron block, grabbing Chen Fan's forehead.

"Anyone who dares to disrespect Mr. Chen will die!"

A dazzling blade light broke through the air and cut off Mr. Huo's arm.