Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1694 - 1683: A Foreboding Premonition

At this moment, Ning Fan could be said to be nearing exhaustion, which speaks to how frenzied the attack had been.But even so, it could only knock Bruce out, not kill him.

The unconscious Bruce seemed to have exhausted his inner dark powers.

The silver wolf, as large as a hill, began gradually shrinking, then transformed into an upright werewolf, and finally completely into a human form.

Witnessing this, the murderous intent flashed in Uhr's eyes, and he quickly ran over. After using magic power to check Bruce's condition, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Bruce had only exhausted his physical strength; his bloodline was not damaged.

Otherwise, Uhr could not guarantee if he would have fought Ning Fan to the death.

"Mr. Ning, our Blood Fang Tribe formally apologizes to you. I am ashamed of our tribe member's behavior and ask for your forgiveness for our offense."

Meeting Uhr's cold gaze, the werewolf who committed the offense shivered, hurriedly approached Ning Fan to apologize.

"I accept your apology."

Ning Fan nodded solemnly. He went through great trouble today to orchestrate this scene, just for these words.

No... to be exact, it was for this declaration of power through combat.

Looking at this young human, Uhr's expression turned complex, feeling something indescribable.

Because of this human, the Blood Fang Tribe's reputation was completely ruined this time.

The dignified clan leader of the werewolf tribe was beaten into a dog.

It's imaginable that the Blood Fang Tribe would become the laughingstock of the Western cultivation world for a long time.

But likewise, because of the pressure brought by this man, the Blood Fang Tribe awakened the Wolf God Bloodline hidden for millennia.

Regarding Ning Fan, Uhr truly didn't know whether to feel gratitude or hatred.

"In any case, it's all over. This matter is completely finished."

Disregarding the two dukes of the Blood Clan, William and Andrew, Uhr directed his tribe, taking Bruce away.

Once the werewolves left, Alice immediately cheered and said, "Oh! Ning Fan, you won. That's great."

Although Bruce was beaten badly, werewolves were known for their strong recuperative abilities; these injuries would heal in a few days.

As long as it didn't lead to any fatal conflict, Alice felt this was the best outcome.

Ning Fan smiled at Alice, then rubbed his wrist and said, "I'm exhausted."

This time, Ning Fan was truly tired and also sustained a minor injury himself.

Close combat with werewolves was like hurting the enemy at the cost of yourself; Ning Fan each time faced the recoil damage.

Although the damage wasn't significant, it accumulated over frequent encounters, still causing certain damage to his bones and muscles.

"Mr. Ning, this experience was truly eye-opening for me."

William sighed, "No one has ever been able to push werewolves this far; even paladins wouldn't be able to."

Saying this, recalling certain things, William twitched his mouth, which made him burst into laughter.

A paladin can chop off a werewolf's head, but can never make a werewolf bark like a dog.

In reality, wolves can't bark like dogs, but dogs can howl like wolves.

Because of this, upon hearing Bruce's howl, the Blood Clan maliciously combined these events, purely to mock the werewolves.

Ning Fan didn't know of the Blood Clan's mischievous thoughts; he was only curious about what William said about the paladins.

Ning Fan asked inquisitively, "Are the paladins from the Sanctuary of Light?"

"Yes. They are warriors cultivated by the Holy Temple, not highly skilled in magic, but their bodies are tempered to be very strong and adept at using various weapons. They are formidable opponents."

William waved his hand, then smiled, saying, "Today is a day worth celebrating, so let's not mention these dampening matters."

"I'm sorry."

Anything related to the Sanctuary of Light is a taboo in the Blood Clan, rarely mentioned.

If Ning Fan hadn't brought it up, William wouldn't have mentioned these things at all.

"Let's not talk about these things."

William shook his head with a smile, then turned to his family members, speaking solemnly, "Mr. Ning Fan is a distinguished guest of the Phillips Family; you must remember to treat him with the respect of a duke in the future."

With this battle today, William fully recognized Ning Fan's strength.

"Mr. Ning Fan is also a distinguished guest of the Morgan Family, holding an equal position to mine."

Upon hearing the two dukes' statements, all the blood clans present bowed respectfully, saying, "Greetings, Mr. Ning."

Listening to their uniform voices, Ning Fan silently nodded.

It was different from before, being pressured by duke orders.

This time, the Blood Clan's ceremony was entirely sincere, a respect for the strong.

Although Ning Fan never intended to use this status to gain any benefits, it at least could reduce some troubles.

"Find a chance to inquire about the Exorcism Association."

Now understanding quite a bit of the Western alien clan's secrets, Ning Fan was genuinely worried that Ma Fei'er would continue to be involved in this whirlpool.

Ning Fan constantly had a premonition that in the future, the Western cultivation world would undergo some major changes that would sweep all Western powers.

The source of this upheaval was the Blood Clan's thirteen clans uniting to establish a nation.

In Ning Fan's view, the Sanctuary of Light wouldn't sit idly by as alien clan forces expand.

The reason for the silence wasn't as William said, being powerless in the face of the big situation.

Ning Fan preferred to believe that the Sanctuary of Light was secretly accumulating power.

Until this power erupts, it might replay a medieval scenario.

"I wonder what's going to happen to me? To stand alone? Or to go with the flow?"

Thinking of this, Ning Fan couldn't help but feel a headache, as a Huaxia person getting entangled and having grudges in the Western cultivation world.

"Kid, I've prepared a grand party for you, guaranteed you'll like it."

Seeing Andrew winking mischievously, Ning Fan secretly pouted.

With this old rogue's style, this celebration party would probably turn into a wild gathering.

Looking at the troubled face of Alice, Ning Fan couldn't help but ask, "Alice, do you have something on your mind?"

After all, Alice was cheerful just a moment ago; her sudden gloomy demeanor made Ning Fan wonder if he had done something wrong.

"It's nothing."

Alice shook her head and looked up at the night sky, silently sighing, "Today is completely over; it's a new day again."

Noticing the change in his daughter's mood, Andrew's eyes flashed coldly, discreetly glancing at Murphy.

Murphy nodded slightly, pondering silently, "Those kids should have started by now."

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