The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 42 - 41: Releasing the Tiger Back to the Mountains, It Must Be Killed! (Please add to favorites, vote for recommendations!)

Chapter 42: Chapter 41: Releasing the Tiger Back to the Mountains, It Must Be Killed! (Please add to favorites, vote for recommendations!)

The moment Zhan Long’s hand clamped around his neck, Ye Haoyuan’s face turned deathly pale. An unprecedented terror washed over him. Killing intent. Though he had no real concept of the term, he felt its full weight for the first time. The stench of death flooded his senses from head to toe.

"Who are you? Let go! Release me! Release me!" With no hint of color left on his ashen face, Ye Haoyuan flailed his arms, his shouts intermittent and strained.

He wasn’t stupid. The moment Zhan Long leaped out the window, he knew Qin Fan must have driven him off. But he never imagined that, by some cruel twist of fate, he would be spotted. He was filled with regret. He regretted not listening to Qin Fan and not listening to his father. If he hadn’t come, none of this would be happening.

Ignoring Ye Haoyuan’s struggles, Zhan Long gave a wicked smile. His fingers slid down from Ye Haoyuan’s throat, and he hauled him back into the Nine Dragons Tea Room as if he were a mere chick.

"Save me! Save me! Mr. Qin, my idol, save me!" After managing to take several gasping breaths, Ye Haoyuan cried out in sheer terror. He was, after all, just a teenager. How many people could truly remain fearless in the face of mortal danger? Caught in the crushing grip of killing intent and the aura of death, he finally understood the true meaning of fear.

"Haoxuan? It’s over! It’s all over! Why did he come here? And to be caught by that bastard Zhan Long!" Hearing the screams, Ye Jizu, who had just regained his composure, turned pale again. Shivering all over, he shouted incoherently. Even with all his wealth and power, he had only one heir in Ye Haoyuan. Any harm coming to his son would be a fate worse than death. Don’t be fooled by their usual impropriety—the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree with those two. When disaster struck, they were more anxious for each other than anyone.

"Lord Ye," Zhan Long sneered as he stepped back onto the stairs, "Haha, I’ve returned! Are you surprised? And do you like this gift I’ve brought you?"

Mindful of Qin Fan’s unfathomable depth, Zhan Long had cautiously taken hold of Ye Haoyuan’s lifeline the moment he re-entered. Should a real emergency arise, he would undoubtedly terminate Ye Haoyuan immediately.

"Zhan Long, I just had Mr. Qin release you. Isn’t that enough to let bygones be bygones? Besides, in the Martial World, disputes don’t involve family. As a Dark Energy Martial Artist, aren’t you ashamed to attack a teenager?" Ye Jizu howled frantically.

"Mr. Qin! Save me, save me!" With his life firmly in Zhan Long’s grasp, Ye Haoyuan stared at Qin Fan and yelled in horror.

"An incompetent fool. I really don’t know how a father and son with your level of intelligence have managed to survive this long." Shaking his head, Qin Fan coolly scanned the two Yes. He was growing impatient with them. There was Ye Haoyuan, who had disregarded his warning and delivered himself right to their doorstep, and the so-called Martial World overlord, who had naively released a tiger back into the mountains out of misguided mercy. On the Cangqiong Continent, such people would have died many times over.

"Mr. Qin, you—" Ye Jizu turned to Qin Fan, his lips trembling in panic. Before a mid-stage Dark Energy Martial Artist, even ten men like him would be nothing but cannon fodder. Right now, Qin Fan was their only savior.

But before he could finish, Zhan Long’s voice rose with cold fury. "Haha, cut the crap, Ye Jizu! Kneel!"

Ye Jizu fell silent abruptly, his eyes wide as he stared at the now-ferocious Zhan Long.

"Kneel! I said kneel! Are you deaf?!" Seeing Ye Jizu remain still, Zhan Long—holding Ye Haoyuan as his trump card and no longer caring about Qin Fan’s incredible power—roared with confidence. In a single second—no, a fraction of a second—he could send Ye Haoyuan to his grave. Under these circumstances, he didn’t believe Ye Jizu would dare ask Qin Fan to make a move.

"Ye Jizu, do you regret letting the tiger return to the mountain?" Amidst Zhan Long’s fury and Ye Jizu’s panic, Qin Fan grinned and asked.

"I regret it!" Ye Jizu blurted out without thinking, a pure reflex.

"Do you want to kill him?" Qin Fan inquired leisurely, ignoring Zhan Long completely.

Being treated as if he were invisible, Master Zhan became utterly enraged. If he didn’t have Ye Haoyuan in his grasp, he might have had to endure it, given Qin Fan’s strength. But now? On what grounds could they act so arrogantly?

"Do you believe I’ll kill him right now?!" Zhan Long tightened his grip on Ye Haoyuan, shouting manically.

"Ah! Ah! Save me! Save me!" Ye Haoyuan, his face already a deathly purple, squeezed out the words with the last of his strength.

"I don’t. Because you won’t get the chance." Ignoring the ashen-faced Ye Haoyuan and not waiting for Ye Jizu’s answer, Qin Fan sneered at Zhan Long’s misplaced bravado.

As he spoke, the True Qi within his body began to circulate at high speed. The moment the words left his lips, his thumb and middle finger curled and locked together before he flicked them violently toward Zhan Long’s wrist. The motion was silent, faster than the naked eye could follow, but Qin Fan, using his Eyes of Golden Flame, watched the minuscule column of Qi shoot straight for its target.

PFFT!

A crisp, eerie sound erupted. Not even two seconds had passed since Qin Fan had spoken, but with that single flick, Zhan Long’s wrist—the one holding Ye Haoyuan hostage—was bizarrely penetrated. A jet of blood surged upwards, spraying wildly. Caught off guard, Zhan Long reflexively lifted his pierced wrist. Having landed heavily on the ground, Ye Haoyuan forgot to react to the ghastly spray of blood, instead scrambling and crawling across the floor toward Qin Fan.

"Killing with a flick of Qi... You’re a Grandmaster! A Transformation Realm Grandmaster!" Clutching the hole in his wrist and ignoring Ye Haoyuan’s escape, Zhan Long cried out in boundless panic and disbelief. A Transformation Realm Grandmaster? Ye Jizu actually found a Transformation Realm Grandmaster? How was that possible? It was impossible! But who else, besides a Transformation Realm Grandmaster capable of manifesting Divine Skills and injuring someone with a flick of Qi, could do such a thing? Recalling his earlier fight with Qin Fan, his expression grew even more frantic. Whether he was a Transformation Realm Grandmaster or not, the strength Qin Fan had just displayed was enough to prove he could be killed as easily as a dog.

"Ye Jizu," Qin Fan said with a smile, turning to him and ignoring Zhan Long’s cries, "one hundred million, and I’ll kill him for you." Although he had just made off with over a billion from the Mountain and Water Manor, money itself meant little to him. However, he needed a reason to act.

"Done, Mr. Qin! One hundred million! Please, help me kill him!" Pulling Ye Haoyuan behind him, Ye Jizu’s expression grew fierce now that his bottom line had been crossed. The domineering aura of a Martial World overlord emanated from him. Releasing the tiger hadn’t led to peace; it had only earned him a relentless enemy. With no other choice, he was now filled with rage and hatred. Zhan Long had to die.