19: Chapter 19 Killing the Middle-Aged Obese Man!

The middle-aged man wore a ferocious expression, his face flushed red with rage, and he pointed the kitchen knife in his hand at Ye Fan.

"Kid, I think you really are dying to find death! I'm going to tear that cheap mouth of yours to pieces."

Facing Ye Fan's provocation, the middle-aged man was truly too angry, and the hand holding the kitchen knife couldn't help but tremble slightly.

He brandished the kitchen knife and charged straight at Ye Fan, moving with great Speed.

Hand raised, blade fell.

In an instant, he had slashed several times at Ye Fan, who stood before him.

Yet, he didn't even manage to harm a single hair on Ye Fan, who easily dodged them all.

"Your temper is a bit too big, isn't it! It's a pity! No matter how big your temper is, you don't have an ounce of strength."

Ye Fan stood with his hands behind his back, less than a meter away from the middle-aged man, and said with a light laugh.

The middle-aged man froze on the spot, wearing an expression of disbelief.

He retreated several steps in a row.

With a look of terror, he kept shouting.

"This... how is this possible?"

"This isn't a ghost, is it?"

"This kind of Speed, is this something a human can possess?"

"No, I must have seen a ghost."

Watching the middle-aged man retreating, Ye Fan began to move, slowly approaching him.

The fat middle-aged man, face full of terror, held the kitchen knife with both hands, retreating while staring straight at Ye Fan, and said in a panic.

"You... what do you want? I'm warning you, don't come over! Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite."

At this moment, the confidence the fat middle-aged man had previously displayed had vanished into thin air.

Now, there was only fear and dread.

A grim smile appeared on Ye Fan's face as he continued to walk, forcing his way toward the middle-aged man, and continued to mock him.

"Weren't you going to kill me? Come on! Aren't I standing right in front of you? Why are you retreating? Hurry up. Otherwise, you'll miss your chance."

The middle-aged man said nothing, pointing the kitchen knife at Ye Fan, retreating faster and faster.

His face was ashen.

Suddenly, he felt an obstruction behind him.

The man was startled and quickly turned his head, only to realize he had retreated into a corner.

"It's over!"

"Things are looking bad."

Behind him was a wall, blocking his retreat.

Cold sweat poured down the middle-aged man, and he quickly turned back to stare at Ye Fan, who was closing in on him step by step.

Backed against the wall, he trembled as he shouted loudly: "Don't come over! Are you deaf? I told you not to come over. If you come any closer, I'll make sure you know what I'm capable of."

The fat middle-aged man's tone was full of threats.

Ye Fan ignored this, remaining indifferent, and continued to close in step by step.

With a thought, a weapon instantly appeared in his hand—it was the Star Blade.

Seeing the weapon suddenly appear in Ye Fan's hand, the middle-aged man froze instantly, staring at Ye Fan in disbelief.

His complexion turned even uglier, and even his legs began to go weak.

He couldn't believe it!

He thought to himself, is the person in front of me still human?

"This is simply a ghost!"

"Don't come over, don't come over! Don't come over..." The middle-aged man trembled violently, terrified to the extreme, and kept saying this.

Ye Fan gave a wicked smile, raised the Star Blade in his hand, took a step forward, exerted force in his arm, and instantly hurled the Star Blade.

The Star Blade in Ye Fan's hand was like a wild horse off its leash, charging towards the middle-aged man like a shooting star.

"Bang!"

A loud noise.

The flying Star Blade embedded itself directly into the wall.

It was less than 0.1 centimeters away from the middle-aged man's neck.

This scene plunged the entire room into silence.

Even the three women behind Ye Fan covered their mouths at this moment, not daring to let out a breath.

In the quiet room, Ye Fan's voice slowly rang out.

"Hey! Looks like I need to practice my aim a bit more! I didn't even hit the mark?" Ye Fan scratched his head, looking embarrassed, and spoke slowly.

The middle-aged man leaned his entire body against the wall, not daring to move, his breathing even stopping at that moment.

An unknown liquid flowed down his pant leg, wetting the floor beneath him.

Yet he was completely unaware!

On the side of his neck, there was a very clear knife mark, and a trickle of red blood slowly seeped out from his neck.

He opened his eyes wide, feeling as if he had already died.

The kitchen knife in his hand hit the ground with a "clatter," and the crisp sound finally brought him back to his senses.

"Thump!"

The middle-aged man turned his head slowly to look at the Star Blade embedded beside his neck, his legs went soft, and he instantly knelt on the ground.

Then he quickly kowtowed violently to Ye Fan in front of him.

He kept begging for mercy: "Immortal, Master! Please let me go! I know I was wrong, I was just joking with you earlier! Don't take it seriously, I know I was wrong, I beg you, let me go!"

Ye Fan walked forward slowly, reached out his right hand, gripped the hilt of the Star Blade, and gently pulled it out of the wall with force.

"Hmph! You know you were wrong? I think you just realized you were about to die!" Ye Fan looked down at the fat middle-aged man at his feet, wore a cold sneer, snorted, and spoke slowly.

The fat middle-aged man, who was kneeling and kowtowing to admit his mistake, heard Ye Fan's words and quickly looked up at him.

"No, I... I really know I was wrong, really! As long as you let me go, I will do anything you want, even if it means climbing a mountain of blades or diving into a sea of fire, I am willing."

"Tsk! You'll do anything? But it seems like you can't do anything at all!"

Ye Fan touched his chin, the corner of his mouth tilted, looked at the middle-aged man, and continued to speak.

"How about this? Why don't you try begging the three ladies behind me! If they agree, maybe, just maybe, I might spare you."

"Re... really?" The fat middle-aged man looked at Ye Fan, full of surprise, and asked.

However, Ye Fan did not answer, just smiled darkly.

His face wore an expression of 'you guess'.

The middle-aged man kneeling on the ground seemed to have found hope, his face full of joy.

Although he didn't know if it was true or false, he had to give it a try.

Like a dog with broken legs, he crawled quickly on the ground, bypassing Ye Fan, and crawled towards the direction of the three women behind Ye Fan.

The place he crawled over was left with two trails from his wet pant legs.

Seeing him like this, the three women quickly retreated, not wanting to get close to him at all.

"You... don't come over! You stink..."

"Exactly!"

The three women quickly covered their noses and spoke up.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man quickly stopped crawling, afraid that if he took another step forward, he would offend these three.

He stayed where he was, just like before, and quickly kowtowed frantically towards the three women.

He kept saying: "Three fairies, goddesses! I really know I was wrong, everything just now was my fault, I beg you, spare me! I really won't dare to do it again, I beg you..."

Seeing this, the three women felt no sympathy, but rather disgust for this person.

They still remembered how this man had provoked and harassed them.

Saying things like wanting the three of them to sleep with him?

Just thinking about it felt disgusting!

They really wished Ye Fan would kill this person immediately.

Facing such a person, there must be no mercy.

Ye Fan's voice slowly drifted over, and the middle-aged man was instantly startled, his body trembling as a bad premonition struck him.

"How about it? What do you three think?"

"Hmph! I will never forgive him. He has harassed me time and time again, I've had enough." Su Wanqing was the first to speak.

Ji Yuyan also quickly said: "That's right, I won't forgive him either, who told him to humiliate me? Furthermore, he has provoked you time and time again! I can't tolerate that!"

As for Li Shiya, she didn't say a word, just nodded slowly to show her agreement.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man's face turned deathly pale, and he sat on the ground, filled with endless despair.

However, this was only for a moment!

He suddenly thought of something.

He quickly turned around and crawled towards Ye Fan, hoping Ye Fan would spare him.

"I beg you, please spare my life!"

"Hey! It's a pity! I also wanted to spare your life, but..." Ye Fan sighed, speaking calmly and slowly.

Ye Fan gripped the Star Blade in his hand and swung it casually; the middle-aged man was instantly beheaded and descended into the Yellow Springs.

Ji Yuyan and the other two were startled, quickly covering their eyes and turning away, not daring to look at the body.

Not a speck of blood touched the Star Blade!

Ye Fan stepped over the body casually and walked towards where Ji Yuyan and the others were.

With his back to the middle-aged man, Ye Fan looked dashing as he slowly raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The middle-aged man's body instantly erupted into roaring flames!

Ye Fan arrived in front of the three women, looked at the three of them who were still covering their eyes, and said calmly.

"Let's go!"