Chapter 384 – The fourth watch

    Meng Fan had actually thought about it earlier, but he simply forgot at the moment!

    Moments later, Meng Fan''s figure had already reached the edge of the back mountain of the Wu family.

    He deliberately avoided the disciples responsible for patrolling the Wu family grounds, so no one noticed him at all.

    "You''ve been following me for so long. Now that we''re here, isn''t it time you showed yourself?" Meng Fan spoke without turning around, addressing Wu Jin directly.

    Moonlight spilled over Meng Fan''s back, giving him an air of mystery and an extraordinary presence.

    Wu Jin stepped out from the shadows, his face covered by a black cloth, hiding his true appearance.

    Meng Fan turned around and, upon seeing Wu Jin''s masked face, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

    "Heh, you even cover your face. Looks like you don''t have the guts to kill me, otherwise, you wouldn''t be afraid to show yourself!"

    It was common knowledge that if an assassin showed their face, it meant you were doomed with no chance of survival.

    To Meng Fan, Wu Jin''s masked face was a sign of insecurity, naturally making him disdainful and mocking.

    Hearing Meng Fan''s words, Wu Jin''s eyes flashed with a cold light.

    He raised his hand and removed the mask from his face.

    He really couldn''t stand being provoked.

    Such a temper!

    "Now that I''ve taken off my mask, you are doomed," Wu Jin said to Meng Fan in a sinister tone, each word filled with killing intent.

    "Your eyebrows and eyes look very much like Wu Yifan''s. If I''m not mistaken, you''re his brother, here to avenge him?" Meng Fan stared at Wu Jin''s face and said, "Wu Yifan was a complete waste. I didn''t expect him to have a brother of such a high realm."

    Hearing Meng Fan''s presumptuous words, Wu Jin became even more furious and roared, "Bullshit! You are Wu Yifan''s brother! I''m his father!"

    Meng Fan didn''t like hearing that. Not to mention whether Wu Yifan was worthy of being his brother, this old man dared to take advantage of him here?

    Experience can be misleading. Seeing Wu Jin''s youthful appearance, Meng Fan instinctively thought he was Wu Yifan''s brother and never considered the possibility of father and son.

    "Bullshit! I''m his grandfather!" Meng Fan rolled his eyes and cursed.

    At the same time, he drew the Black Jade Sword!

    The Black Jade Sword, a Dao sword without a sword spirit, was somewhat weaker in power compared to a complete Dao sword.

    In some aspects, the Hong Qi Sword could already rival the Black Jade Sword.

    But in terms of killing power, the Black Jade Sword was superior.

    After all, the Black Jade Sword was a murderous and evil sword!

    So whenever Meng Fan had the intent to kill, he would always draw the Black Jade Sword first, rather than the Hong Qi Sword.

    Under what circumstances would Meng Fan have the intent to kill?

    It''s quite simple, really. When someone harbored killing intent towards Meng Fan, he would reciprocate.

    An eye for an eye!

    Meng Fan wouldn''t suffer losses in vain.

    Just now, Meng Fan felt the killing intent from Wu Jin.

    "Daring to draw your sword in front of me, you have some nerve!" Wu Jin''s brows were filled with anger, seeing Meng Fan''s action as a provocation.

    At this moment, Meng Fan was still provoking him, making Wu Jin feel that Meng Fan deserved to be cut into pieces!

    This guy had a strange and irritable temper. In his view, Meng Fan should obediently accept his fate; otherwise, it was a provocation.

    Meng Fan laughed.

    He didn''t even know why he was laughing, but the guy in front of him was quite amusing.

    "Since you''re Wu Yifan''s father, you should know that a few days ago, you almost had to bury your son," Meng Fan said to Wu Jin, his face full of mockery.

    "How dare you speak so arrogantly when you''re about to die! If you kneel and beg for mercy, I might leave you with an intact corpse!" Wu Jin angrily rebuked Meng Fan.

    Meng Fan didn''t take his words seriously and continued, "Burying a son is unreasonable; it''s better for the son to bury the father!"

    With that, Meng Fan glanced at Wu Jin''s black hair and shook his head helplessly.

    Not fitting the occasion!

    "Swish~~~" Meng Fan stopped talking and drew the Black Jade Sword.

    Under the moonlight, a dark sword light flashed, capturing the soul.

    Without the bright moonlight, this sword light would be hidden in the night, completely undetectable.

    The silent and deep sword light exploded as it neared Wu Jin.

    Thunder Demon Sword Soul!

    After several days of secluded cultivation, the power of Meng Fan''s Thunder Demon Sword Soul had reached a new level.

    Among all his sword techniques, besides the Heavenly Grade Sword Techniques, the Thunder Demon Sword Soul was the strongest.

    The sword souls derived from other techniques couldn''t compare to it.

    Meng Fan''s strike was extremely fast and without any warning, catching Wu Jin off guard.

    A sneak attack!

    That was Wu Jin''s first reaction.

    His second reaction was that Meng Fan''s Thunder Demon Sword Soul had already exploded towards him.

    While enraged, he was also slightly alarmed. The power of this strike was something he couldn''t have achieved even at the peak of Condensing Elixir.

    This kid was indeed terrifying, worthy of being a sword cultivator of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect!

    Fortunately, he was not at the peak of Condensing Elixir but at the third level of Summoning God.

    He felt a bit relieved. If his cultivation level were any lower, he might really fall at the hands of this kid.

    However, in this situation, he had no time to counterattack and could only defend passively.

    He circulated his True Essence, using the Wu family''s secret technique to form a protective shield around himself.

    Meng Fan''s Thunder Demon Sword Soul struck Wu Jin''s shield.

    "Crackling..."

    A series of explosive sounds, like firecrackers, echoed.

    In the end, Meng Fan''s Thunder Demon Sword Soul was blocked and dissipated into nothingness.

    However, a slight crack appeared on Wu Jin''s defensive shield.

    Although it was just a slight crack, Wu Jin''s face turned grim.

    He had already considered Meng Fan''s strike to be very powerful, but it was even stronger than he had imagined!

    Even a slight crack indicated that the shield was on the verge of breaking.

    If that strike had been a bit stronger, it would have shattered his shield and injured him.

    Thinking of this, Wu Jin''s expression became extremely serious.

    At this moment, he already regarded Meng Fan as an opponent of the same realm!