Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

Around the soldiers, a series of explosions sounded.

Then, one after another, soldiers fell to the ground; some had their feet blown off, others their hands gone, and some even half of their bodies obliterated. Groans echoed everywhere, utterly tragic.

If it hadn't been for Wu Fan and the other three retreating quickly, they'd probably be on the ground groaning just like those soldiers.

Mi Tao looked at the groaning soldiers on the ground, his face twisting in an instant.

Zhu Bufan was dumbfounded by shock, damn it, they're even using bombs now, will they just go ahead and fire a missile next!

Thinking this, Zhu Bufan couldn't help but look around.

With his Supreme Eyes operating and powerful spiritual power coverage, after not finding any other hidden people, Zhu Bufan finally let out a sigh of relief.

On the other hand, the figures in black robes were full of confidence, their faces with smirks, as if they were certain of victory in this confrontation.

"Little Tao, since you knew we were coming, you should have known we'd be prepared. You knew, and yet you let them come to their deaths! Really, I don't know, how she ever fell for you," the withered old man said mockingly as he looked at Mi Tao's twisted and embarrassed face.

His demeanor suggested that all these events were within his expectations, as if even Mi Tao's reactions were predictable.

Mi Tao did not reply immediately to the elderly man's taunts; he glanced at the soldiers who were hit by the explosions and showed a look of apology on his face.

"What, feeling sorry for them? Ha! Now that's a bit too late, isn't it!" the withered old man laughed loudly, "Today, everyone here will stay here forever."

The old man's laugh echoed in the third-floor banquet hall, utterly heart-shaking.

"I'm saying, old man, you're already two-thirds buried in the ground, do you think it's appropriate for you to be out here causing trouble and fighting?" Zhu Bufan couldn't hold back any longer, this Mi Tao too, if he couldn't win, then at least speak up!

Knowing you can't win, I'm going to curse a few words today just to satisfy my urge to rant.

"And look at you, at your age, coming out to stir up fights, where are your juniors? Oh... I get it now, you must not have any descendants, otherwise, how could nobody be looking after you? Otherwise, you wouldn't need to strive in battles for money at your old age."

The meaning behind these words was effectively saying: you're just a childless, lonely old man; still struggling at such an old age, you're simply the object of everyone's ridicule, the subject of gossip.

The withered old man didn't take Zhu Bufan's words to heart, but just glanced at Zhu Bufan and said:

"You are a Pure Yin individual, aren't you?"

Zhu Bufan did not respond.

And the withered old man didn't seem to expect a response from Zhu Bufan.

"You sure are impressive. If it hadn't been for you last time, one of our organization's bases wouldn't have been destroyed, and little Tao wouldn't have survived. It's because of you, kid, that our whole plan was messed up. You deserve to die," the withered old man said.

Zhu Bufan had thought the old man would delve into the secrets of the Pure Yin individual, but didn't expect him to simply recount his own actions before stating directly: you deserve to die.

"Ah! That was just luck; I didn't really want to do those things, it's just that I, a blind cat, bumped into a dead rat and had to go ahead with a stiff upper lip. However, old man, you say I should die, that's not right, I feel like it's you who should die. Look at you, you've lived to such an old age, you should be the one to die! I'm just in my twenties, I shouldn't die!" Zhu Bufan said.

"Heh, kid, you've got quite a way with words. It's a pity that after today, you won't see another dawn, another morning. Such a shame!" the old man chuckled.

At that moment, the little boy looked at Zhu Bufan with a face that screamed 'you are definitely doomed.'

The figure in the black robe also looked at Zhu Bufan with the expression of looking at a dead man.

They seemed to harbor an intense, teeth-gritting hatred for Zhu Bufan.

If not for Zhu Bufan, the man in the black robe wouldn't have seen his status in the organization decline, and he believed that once he completed the base mission, he would surely have been promoted to the position of Elder.

The position of Elder was something the man in the black robe had coveted for years, thinking he had it within his grasp, only to be thwarted by an obstacle like Zhu Bufan.

Therefore, for the man in the black robe, killing Zhu Bufan was a top priority.

The little boy, on the other hand, was humiliated by a defeat at the hands of Zhu Bufan and sought to truly regain his lost face.

And after retrieving it, he planned to 'torture and kill' him.

"Oh, well! Everyone has to die at some point, but to linger on like you, what a pitiful existence indeed!" Zhu Bufan said with a tone of pity.

"How dare you! To speak to my grandfather in such a manner, you're courting death." The little boy Duan Xiaowu immediately flew into a rage upon hearing Zhu Bufan address the old man.

In the next moment, Duan Xiaowu made his move.

With a quick step, he dashed swiftly towards Zhu Bufan.

Along the path traversed by his small frame, the surrounding air stirred with a 'whoosh,' carrying streams of Demonic Qi.

Clearly, this was the first of the Demonization Ten Forms: the Demonized Rush.

Having fought against demonized foes so many times, Zhu Bufan was well aware that Duan Xiaowu was utilizing the Demonized Rush, but he noticed that this time the power of Duan Xiaowu's Demonized Rush was much greater than before.

Because during the encounter at the Rose Club, Duan Xiaowu's use of Demonized Rush hadn't caused Zhu Bufan to feel any fluctuation in the airflow, yet now Zhu Bufan could distinctly sense a powerful torrent rushing towards him.

This caused Zhu Bufan to show a hint of surprise.

But Zhu Bufan was not panicked.

With a casual raise of his hand, he easily shattered the air torrent.

And as Zhu Bufan dispersed the airflow, Duan Xiaowu's figure had already reached his side.

Without hesitation, Zhu Bufan stepped back ever so slightly and then greeted Duan Xiaowu with a Tai Chi Fist as he charged in.

With a loud "bang," Duan Xiaowu's body was sent retreating five steps back, while Zhu Bufan did not budge an inch.

Only then did everyone realize that Duan Xiaowu had made a move against Zhu Bufan.

And by everyone, I mean including Mi Cai. In fact, many people were already aware that Duan Xiaowu was about to attack following his "courting death" remark.

Duan Xiaowu looked at his retreating figure, his face devoid of any distinct change, rather it was eerily calm as if he had anticipated the outcome to be just so.

After being blasted away by Zhu Bufan's fist, Duan Xiaowu didn't attack immediately again.

"You seem to be stronger than last time!" Duan Xiaowu stared at Zhu Bufan, his eyes attempting to see right through him, "But this time, I will definitely kill you."

With that, waves of Killing Intent flickered in his eyes.

"Get lost, little brat. You're not mature yet, but all you think about is killing every single day. Does your mom even know you love killing so much?" Zhu Bufan roared back directly.