The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

Qin Fan’s weakness?

Upon hearing Wang Anshi’s question, Hua Xiaotian’s eyes widened in astonishment. In a daze, he seemed to have realized something. His breathing became ragged, and a look of panic flashed in his eyes. "Old Wang, what are you implying?"

"Hehe, Teacher Hua, do you truly see me as that unscrupulous? I know what you’re thinking! You think I want to use his soft spot to threaten him? No, I’m not that foolish, nor am I crazy enough to take such a gamble!" Wang Anshi said with a sigh, shaking his head as if he had seen right through Hua Xiaotian.

It was a well-known fact that Jiang Yino was Qin Fan’s soft spot. Wang Anshi had considered targeting Jiang Yino to sanction Qin Fan, but he quashed the idea the moment it arose. The precedent set by the Bo Family of Jinling was a stark reminder; if they really pushed Qin Fan to that point, the consequences would be unimaginable. How could a man in his position not understand this? Moreover, the current situation only required them to sit back and watch the tigers fight. He was even less likely to take a risk that was destined to fail.

"Then what do you mean, Old Wang?" Hua Xiaotian asked, narrowing his eyes. He breathed a slight sigh of relief but remained wary that the Forbidden authorities might be desperate enough to target Qin Fan’s family and friends.

"His combat flaws! We’ll give the Werewolves and the Vampires a tip to increase their chances of eliminating him! Teacher Hua, I know you have personal feelings for Qin Fan, but in the face of what is right, I hope you can put those feelings aside. After all, you understand the threat Qin Fan poses to the authorities and the current order. Furthermore, I give you my word! We will only target Qin Fan himself, never his family or the No.1 Group. Even if he truly doesn’t make it back, we will ensure his family and businesses in the country remain unscathed! Regarding the incident in Japan, he was a hero. We all remember that."

Toward the end of his speech, Wang Anshi shook his head and sighed. If it were possible, he would never wish for the fall of a genius seen only once a century. But they had no choice. An uncontrollable potential threat had to be eliminated. This wasn’t for personal gain, but a necessary choice made for the sake of the bigger picture.

Letting out a self-deprecating sigh, a trace of desolation flickered in Hua Xiaotian’s eyes as he said, "If it truly comes to that, anyone who wants to take advantage of the vacuum will have to step over my dead body!"

"I understand how you feel. But you must not forget your position as the Guardian Institute Director. Now, tell me, based on your knowledge of Qin Fan, what are his weaknesses in combat?" Wang Anshi pressed.

After a pause, Hua Xiaotian’s answer took everyone by surprise. "I don’t know!"

"You don’t know?" Wang Anshi asked, his thick brows furrowing.

"You could say I’m completely incapable of finding any weaknesses in him! I only know one thing: a halo of light appears around his body when he is attacked! It’s similar to the glow of a Superpower User, but it’s different. Not only is his halo bulletproof, but it can also absorb attacks and retaliate! Simply put, anyone who touches that halo will be pulled into his rhythm. It was by using this that he effortlessly slaughtered countless Divine Ninjas and Onmyoji!"

Personal feelings ultimately gave way to reason. After he finished speaking, Hua Xiaotian was overcome with the feeling that he had just betrayed Qin Fan.

"Is there anything else?" Wang Anshi asked again, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"That’s all I’ve been able to analyze," Hua Xiaotian said, shaking his head.

"Very well. Pass this information on to Europe! Let’s hope it will be of substantial help to those Werewolves and Vampires." Seeing Hua Xiaotian’s expression, Wang Anshi knew that was all he could get out of him.

"Old Wang, at the end of the day, Qin Fan is one of our own. I know this is a necessary evil, but regardless of necessity, can one’s conscience truly be at ease helping Werewolves and Vampires hunt our own people?" Gritting his teeth, Hua Xiaotian spoke the words he knew were ultimately meaningless.

"He who hesitates is lost! This is no longer a question of whether our consciences will be clear. We simply don’t have the luxury of trying to have it both ways!" Wang Anshi stood up and walked over to Hua Xiaotian. He clapped him on the shoulder, his face a stern, expressionless mask. "Teacher Hua, drop the subject. History has proven that indecisiveness and misplaced compassion lead to no good."

With that, he said no more, turning and striding out of the council hall. The matter was now a foregone conclusion, with no other choice possible.

"A common man is innocent, but his treasure makes him guilty. His very existence is a threat. What a tragic era, and what lamentable hearts men have."

Shortly after Wang Anshi departed, the other elders also withdrew, disappearing from the council hall. Left all alone, Hua Xiaotian looked at the open door, shaking his head with a disheartened, self-mocking sigh.

Was Qin Fan guilty? If not for Bo Qiudong’s madness, would any of this have happened? Had Qin Fan ever slaughtered the innocent? Was a single soul who died by his hand truly blameless? Had he ever done anything to wrong the authorities? No, none of it was true! Not only that, but as someone who had frequent contact with him, Hua Xiaotian could directly sense his fiery and utterly sincere patriotism. It was only his radical style of operating that had caused him to be branded a dangerous individual. From a rational standpoint, he understood the leadership’s actions were not entirely without justification. Yet, understanding was one thing; at this moment, he couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of disillusionment. At this moment, he suddenly wanted to retreat to the mountains and live in seclusion.

「England.」

Qin Fan, still caught in a whirlwind of slaughter, had no idea he had been sold out. Even if he did, he would have simply laughed it off without a second thought.

Sold out? Could they really sell him out? Did he need to care? But after this, all ties of loyalty between them would be severed. Even if the facade hadn’t been torn down completely, since they had acted unscrupulously, he was no longer bound by any sense of duty.

In the seven hours after he annihilated the twelve Blood Kings, Qin Fan moved through several more English cities. At his relentless pace of slaughter, the Vampire remnants throughout England were nearly wiped out.

"Where is your vampire headquarters?" In a wilderness blanketed with snow, Qin Fan, looking nonchalant in a thin trenchcoat, stood with his foot on a man who was groveling on the ground, his tusks bared as he trembled violently.

"Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!" the terrified vampire shrieked.

As far as the eye could see, the white snow was littered with discarded scraps of clothing and vivid splashes of blood. Of the twenty-three vampires in his squad, he was the only one left. The monster had slaughtered all the others. And that wasn’t the worst part. The worst was that all twenty-two of his comrades had been obliterated by a single punch, instantly vaporized into a bloody mist, leaving behind nothing but their empty clothes and a fine spray of bloodstains on the snow.

Faced with such a gruesome scene, how could anyone remain calm? This vampire was remarkably tough for not having pissed himself.