Villain: Fairy, please offer your loyalty

With a loud shout from Dong Zhuo, dozens of elite "Flying Bear Army" soldiers guarding the hall moved.

These soldiers were all clad in heavy armor, wielding swords, and exuding a dense aura of menace.

They were killing machines created by Dong Zhuo using secret techniques and countless lives. Each of them possessed the strength of the peak of the Innate Realm, and together they were enough to annihilate a Grandmaster!

Dozens of longswords unleashed a black aura, like dark clouds pressing down on a city, blocking all of Gu Fan's escape routes.

"Is this what they call elite troops?"

Gu Fan didn't even lift his eyelids, still keeping one hand in his pocket, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

Mei, standing to his left, slowly raised her clear, cold eyes.

There were no fancy moves, just a glance.

hum!

An extreme chill swept through the entire venue.

The Flying Bear soldiers, who had charged forward with great momentum, froze in their tracks and didn't even have time to let out a scream.

boom! boom! boom!

The next second, dozens of heavily armored bodies burst open in mid-air without warning, like overinflated balloons!

There were no severed limbs or broken arms, only a sky full of scarlet blood mist.

Before the blood mist could even land, it was frozen into red ice crystals by an invisible force, which then fell down, covering the hall with an eerie red hue.

one second.

Total annihilation.

"What...what kind of sorcery is this?!"

Li Ru, who had been grinning maliciously, dropped his wine glass on the ground with a thud.

The five tiger generals sitting at the lower end of the table—Xu Rong, Niu Fu, Hu Zhen, Duan Wei, and Dong Yue—suddenly stood up.

Five terrifying auras belonging to the Grandmaster realm erupted suddenly.

"Playing tricks! You dare to..."

Xu Rong drew his long sword from his waist, about to rush forward to pledge his loyalty.

Zhu'er, who had been standing behind Gu Fan with her sword in her arms, took half a step forward.

Clang!

The sword was not drawn, but a sword intent powerful enough to cleave the sky descended like Mount Tai.

"Kneel down."

Zhu'er's voice was clear and cold, yet it carried the highest will of the Great Dao of the Sword.

Click!

The five arrogant Xiliang generals felt as if their knees had been struck by a heavy hammer, and their protective aura shattered like paper.

"ah!!"

The five men knelt down in unison, the sound of their kneecaps shattering clearly audible. Under the terrifying pressure of the sword intent, they didn't even have the right to raise their heads to look at the ground. Their faces were pressed firmly against the wine-stained floor, leaving them unable to move!

The entire venue fell into dead silence!

Those ministers who had originally sided with Dong Zhuo were now terrified, their faces pale, huddled under the table, trembling with fear.

Where the hell did this god come from?!

Killing a pre-natal cultivator is like slaughtering a dog; suppressing a grandmaster is like child's play.

Gu Fan whistled and slowly walked up the platform, stepping on the ice crystals scattered on the ground.

As Dong Zhuo watched Gu Fan approach step by step, fear finally appeared in his beady eyes.

He tried to get up, but found that his massive body was trembling.

Gu Fan walked up to the huge desk.

Amidst all the horrified gazes, he stepped on it!

Snapped!

A foot wearing limited-edition dragon-skin boots stepped unceremoniously onto Dong Zhuo's fleshy face.

"Ugh... Damn it!!"

Dong Zhuo struggled desperately, but his monstrous strength, which was enough to lift a cauldron, seemed to vanish into thin air.

"I heard you want to sleep with my maid?"

Gu Fan applied slight pressure with his foot, the sole of his shoe grinding against the greasy face, producing a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

"You want one dragon and four phoenixes? Tsk tsk tsk, old man, don't you even take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? With your kidneys, can you even handle it?"

"You brat!! How dare you humiliate our family!!"

Dong Zhuo's eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a beast-like roar.

"Heavenly Demon Disintegration! Open for me!!"

boom!

A surge of black smoke-like demonic energy erupted from Dong Zhuo's body, causing his already enormous body to expand even further. Strange demonic patterns appeared on his skin, and his aura surged instantly, showing signs of breaking through to the Celestial Realm!

This is a fragment of a forbidden technique he obtained in an ancient demon tomb, which he used to burn his lifespan for a burst of power.

"Die, you little brat... Pfft!!"

The harsh words weren't finished yet.

Annoyance flashed in Gu Fan's eyes, and he kicked Dong Zhuo in the stomach.

Click!

A crisp sound, like glass shattering, rang out.

The demonic energy that Dong Zhuo had just gathered dissipated like a deflated balloon.

That was the sound of a dantian shattering!

"Ah!! My cultivation! My demonic arts!!"

Dong Zhuo let out a pig-like scream, and his whole body slumped on the chair like a lump of mud. The ferocious demonic markings on his body quickly faded, and he aged more than ten years in the blink of an eye.

obsolete.

The mighty Grand Tutor of the Han Dynasty, the Demon King who held immense power in the court, had his cultivation crippled by a single kick!

"Who...who are you...?"

Dong Zhuo was panting heavily, his eyes filled with resentment.

"You cannot kill me! My son, Fengxian, is the greatest war god in the world! He is at Hulao Pass right now! If you kill me, he will surely lead the Bingzhou wolf cavalry to raze this place to the ground!!"

"Lü Bu?"

Gu Fan raised an eyebrow, as if he had heard a joke.

"Sure, I was just having trouble finding my way."

Gu Fan withdrew his foot and disgustedly wiped the sole of his shoe on Dong Zhuo's clothes.

He turned his head.

He looked at the five generals kneeling on the ground, trembling.

"Want to live a few more days?"

Xu Rong and the others nodded frantically, their general's imposing manner completely gone.

"Tie him up. Get a sturdy chain, and tomorrow I'll drag him along to Hulao Pass to find Lü Bu."

"If you dare to run..."

Gu Fan snapped his fingers.

A beautiful ice lotus appeared in Mei'er's palm.

"I wouldn't mind if there were a few more puddles of red fertilizer on the ground."

"We dare not! We dare not! Immortal Master, spare our lives! We are willing to surrender!"

……

Two hours later.

The inner courtyard of the Situ residence.

"Disabled...disabled? That old scoundrel Dong Zhuo has been disgraced?!"

Wang Yun listened to the scout's report and was so excited that his beard trembled.

He looked at Gu Fan, who was sitting in the main seat and leisurely drinking tea, and his eyes showed not only awe but also a fanatical calculation.

This is no ordinary dragon crossing the river; it's clearly a celestial being descended to earth!

As long as we cling to this powerful figure, the revival of the Han Dynasty is within reach... no, even the Wang family can rise to prominence along with him!

Wang Yun put on an extremely obsequious smile.

"Young master, you are truly a remarkable person! I have prepared a simple feast in the backyard to welcome you and wash away the dust of your journey! As for other irrelevant people, I have not invited a single one. Tonight, it is only a family banquet, only a family banquet!"

Gu Fan gave him a half-smile.

"You are very kind, Minister Wang."

As night deepens, the city lights begin to illuminate the night.

Inside the most luxurious warm pavilion of the Situ Mansion, the melodious sounds of silk and bamboo instruments filled the air.

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

Wang Yun suddenly clutched his stomach, looking pained.

"Oh dear... young master, my old ailment has flared up again, and I really can't hold my liquor... please enjoy, please enjoy."

After saying that, the old man winked at someone behind the screen, then slipped away unnoticed.

The door had just closed.

A unique fragrance wafted over.

Behind the screen, two rows of dancers in colorful costumes surged in like butterflies flitting among flowers.

The woman in the very center was none other than Diao Chan.

She tonight.

She had clearly been dressed up carefully.

She wore a very thin, light purple gauze dress, which swayed with her dance steps, revealing glimpses of her snow-white skin underneath.

A golden ribbon was tied around her waist, outlining her slender waist that seemed to fit in one hand.

Her face was lightly made up, with a dot of cinnabar between her eyebrows. Her eyes, full of affection, shimmered with a hint of shyness and a touch of innocent desire.

As the music became more urgent, Diao Chan's dance steps became increasingly bold.

Spin, jump.

Every glance back seems to steal one's soul.

Finally, the dance came to an end.

All the dancers withdrew, but Diaochan remained.

Holding a glass of wine, she moved gracefully to Gu Fan's desk.

The fragrance, as sweet as orchids and as sweet as musk, drifted into Gu Fan's nostrils along his beautiful hair.

"Young master... let me pour you some wine~"