Urban Most Awesome Dad

Chapter 597

?Chapter 597: Chapter 597: Stop Fighting_1 Chapter 597: Chapter 597: Stop Fighting_1 “Boom!” A loud explosion!

Xu Fan’s figure flew backward, crashing heavily into the road like a meteorite, causing the concrete pavement to shatter with flying debris and even creating a deep crater a few meters across.

Yet his body had not shed all the force, continuing to drag along the ground, skidding over ten meters and leaving a twisted, deep trench a meter deep as if it were ploughed.

Thick smoke rose from the trench, the result of the severe frictional heating.

“Husband, no!”

Xu Yixue’s heart clenched tightly, consumed by unbearable pain, tears streaming down as she tried to run towards the scene, only to be forcefully held back by Wang Xiaolong and others.

The life-and-death battle of God Realm warriors was not a place for an ordinary person to approach, even Martial Kings had to carefully avoid the residual energy from the fights to prevent being hit by shockwaves, which could be fatal or cause severe injury.

Furthermore, even if Xu Fan was the winning side, they wouldn’t allow Xu Yixue to carelessly enter the battleground before the fight was thoroughly concluded.

Let alone since Xu Fan was on the losing side, the situation was even less optimistic.

“Haha…

Just as I expected, that man from Yan Country has been severely injured by the Sword Saint with one strike, he’s bound to die in this battle!”

“Indeed, our Island Country’s Sword Saint, how could he be matched by a foreign Ancient Martial Artist?”

“Ah, such an incredibly talented Ancient Martial Artist, reaching God Realm at such a young age.

Just a few more years, and the world would have been his.

Yet, to fall like this, how regrettable!!!”

Seeing Xu Fan in such a tragic state, the Cultivators from the Island Country were beside themselves with excitement, filled with intense pride.

The Ancient Martial Artists from Yan Country, however, wore expressions of deep displeasure.

Even though they were not personally acquainted with Xu Fan, unrelated by blood or friendship, on the level of nation against nation, and between Ancient Martial Artists and Cultivators from the Island Country, they naturally preferred Xu Fan to win.

Nothing else mattered but the sense of honor!

In the end, defeat was still defeat.

Sighs of resignation filled the air.

The people of Hongmen, including Wang Xiaolong, felt particularly disheartened.

Suddenly, someone cried out at that moment, “The sky, there’s trouble in the sky!”

Whoosh!

Immediately, many eyes turned toward the night sky.

Only to see that after the shockwaves dissipated, a frail figure lay spread-eagled, falling from the sky uncontrolled, propelled by gravity to fall faster and faster.

Seconds later, with a “bang,” the slender figure slammed into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The sword in the person’s hand, struck by the impact, clanged to one side.

It was the Divine Sword—Futsunomitama!

However, the once soaring Divine Sword had now lost its luster, its blade dull and tarnished, looking worse than an ordinary longsword.

“How…

How is this possible?!”

Someone cried out incredulously at once.

“It appears no one anticipated a mutually destructive outcome!”

For a time, the spectators were in shocked disbelief, a noisy commotion breaking out.

“No, no, no!

Our great Sword Saint could not possibly have failed, the martial artist from Yan Country was certain to lose without a doubt!”

“Right, the Yan Country people are all cunning.

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The Sword Saint may have been tricked by a dirty move.

Don’t panic, the Sword Saint will recover soon and stand to fight again!”

Alas, after some time passed, Liusheng Chuntree not only remained on the ground, but also made no movement at all, akin to a dead dog with no signs of breathing, as if…

he really were dead!

Gradually, the Cultivators from the Island Country lost their faith in the Sword Saint, their faces growing increasingly gloomy.

Just as someone was about to check on him, suddenly, from the deep trench in the road, a violent coughing echoed.

This immediately drew everyone’s attention.

Xu Fan, he wasn’t dead!?

In a moment, the crowd was a mix of emotions—some with joy and surprise, some with relief, others with anger, and still others cursing loudly.

But without exception, all were shocked!

And Xu Fan, just in time, climbed out from the deep trench, gradually straightened his posture, and began to walk, with a heavy sword hoisted on his shoulder.

Despite his slow pace, his figure was steady, with no sign of staggering.

“Xu Wufang is actually still alive!”

“Hiss, how is that possible!”

For a moment, gasps of surprise were heard all around.

And Xu Yixue, seeing that very bedraggled figure, couldn’t help but cover her mouth in astonishment and started to smile through teary eyes.

Although Xu Fan was covered in dirt and blood, the fact that he was alive was a tremendous blessing.

“Husband…

you’re amazing!”

Xu Yixue cried with joy, unable to contain her praise.

Hearing Xu Yixue’s commendation, Xu Fan felt a warm current surge in his heart, warm and comforting, and he couldn’t help but look up and smile brilliantly.

His steps became more firm, heading straight toward Xu Yixue.

And people along the way couldn’t help but make way for him.

Before long, Xu Fan was standing in front of Xu Yixue, his eyes flashing with a hint of affection as he wiped away her tears.

And Xu Yixue herself laughed happily like a child, as if in all her life she had never been so overjoyed.

“Xue’er, I’m taking you home!”

Xu Fan said in an indulgent tone, softly.

“Okay, husband.”

Xu Yixue, like a gentle little bird, nodded her head lightly.

“Big Brother Xu…

uh, are you not fighting with the Sword Saint anymore?”

Wang Xiaolong asked somewhat obtusely.

Although the Sword Saint looked dead, after all, he was a Sword Saint, who might possess special abilities, and like most people, Wang Xiaolong couldn’t believe the Sword Saint was just dead like that.

“Not fighting anymore.”

Xu Fan replied with a gentle smile, his eyes unable to conceal his fatigue.

Upon hearing this, the crowd showed puzzled expressions.

A few elderly cultivators from the Island Country glanced at Xu Fan, then could not help but walk toward the Sword Saint, called out to him a few times after coming close, and seeing no response, they reached out a finger to check the breath of the Sword Saint.

In an instant.

Their expressions dramatically changed.

This…

damn it, the Sword Saint had actually…

passed away!

“The Sword Saint, who dominated half a century ago, has actually been slain by a young Ancient Martial Artist from Yan Country…” an elder couldn’t help but sigh deeply.

At these words, the whole venue was shocked.

No wonder Xu Fan said he was done fighting, it turned out the fight was long over.

“To have killed the mighty Sword Saint, it seems the Ancient Martial World of Yan Country has produced a peerless genius of unparalleled talent.”

“I still can’t believe the Sword Saint is just gone like that.”

For a moment, the gazes directed at Xu Fan were filled with astonishment and admiration, while the cultivators from the Island Country were a mix of shock and anger.

But sensing the power Xu Fan had displayed, no one dared to make a rash move.

No one believed they could be more formidable than the Sword Saint.

Seeing the expressions of the crowd, Wang Xiaolong couldn’t help but feel extremely proud, and he stood straight and tall.

He had never imagined that Big Brother Xu could be so valiant and peerless, truly a hero worthy of being my uncle-in-law!