In an instant, the head turned!
The terrifying aura made the boy in the distance immediately retreat three or four steps, staring at Jiang Feng intensely. Sensing the old man’s angry gaze, Jiang Feng just smiled politely, which was unusual.
"Old man, so sorry, your grandson is just a half piece now. Otherwise, you could put in some effort, and you might just make a grandson out of this mess."
"You can easily piece together something resembling a human... Oh, look, there’s just a lump here, come, take it."
A scorched and unrecognizable head rolled a few times on the ground.
This was the head of Xuan Yinzi, who was directly blasted apart in the huge explosion earlier. His body finally landed at this moment. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NovєlFіre.net
The head remarkably rolled right in front of Jiang Feng.
Showing a signature smile, only this time it was full of clotted blood between his teeth. It was clear that although Jiang Feng won this round, he hadn’t won easily.
"Old man, come, catch your grandson. Oh, no wait, it’s your grand-nephew. What a pity! How great it would be if it were your actual grandson!"
Five toes closed together, the front part of the foot tense, and with a very standard posture, directly kicked Xuan Yinzi’s head over!
It traced a perfect arc in the air, the kind of perfect curve that would make even World Cup champions gape in amazement. It must be said that his build truly was impressive, achieving perfect control over muscles and body balance.
The head landed, smashing the mud under the old man’s feet.
At this moment, the ninth elder had already landed, but still a step too late, showing a somewhat dark expression. Jiang Feng could be ranked easily in the world for making people feel disgusted.
Not only did he slaughter someone else’s grand-nephew right in front of them, but he also provoked so much.
Flames burned within the chest, initially believing the seventh elder was being overly cautious, never thought things would escalate to this extent while rushing to the scene.
Taking another look at Jiang Feng, how this kid was genuinely a lower grade Core Formation, yet managed to kill his grand-nephew!
Even though the ground was full of marks of being scorched by lightning, with soil overturned, he immediately saw the inactive Bone Dragon on the ground, and the half-buried Mountain River Fan in the dirt.
Including this nearly flattened valley, all marked by the Xuanyin Sect’s mastery. Why was it defeated?
Taking a deep breath, surprisingly, the fiery ninth elder didn’t immediately strike to take Jiang Feng’s life, but instead waved a big hand to directly suck over the remaining nearly unrecognizable part of the body.
Grabbing it in his hand.
The boy squinted his eyes.
He was like a drowning pig, afraid of boiling water, known for his inability to win a fight, what’s wrong with trying to mouth a few words? At least it can be somewhat compensated.
This bizarre behavior, however, made Jiang Feng a bit curious. Although separated by tens of meters, he noticed the old man also seemed to bear marks of battle.
The edges of his robe were slightly scorched; his forehead was full of sweat, breathing heavily and not quite smoothly, fearing it wasn’t a light battle.
"It must be the masterpiece left by Yang, the protector. Senior Sister mentioned he was watching over this battlefield this time."
"This old thing should be Xuan Jiu. Xuanyin Sect altogether has ten elders, ten sworn brothers of the current Sect Leader, also the disciples of the former Sect Leader."
"If I recall correctly, only five of ten remain, two of them died under the siege of experts from Purple Cloud Palace, and the tenth was directly chopped by Senior Sister’s sword."
"Two others were rumored to have exhausted their life span, who knows how they died."
The brain accelerated its operations.
Before he could finish his thoughts, he saw the ninth elder in the distance swing a big hand and actually directly extract something from the damaged body.
His expression froze briefly, immediately changing greatly.
His hand touched the waist, then noticed there were only three added souls in his soul banner, two being Xuan Yinzi’s attendants, and one his fellow Senior Sister.
No soul of Xuan Yinzi!
"How is it possible, he didn’t die on the spot just now? How could this... wait, that is..."
A white light extracted from the damaged body.
Looking closely, it turned out to be the Nascent Soul!
The old man’s concentrated expression visibly relaxed quite a bit; when he touched the body he discovered his grand-nephew wasn’t entirely dead, though only half a foot into the Nascent Soul stage, but still managed to step in.
If it were truly Nascent Soul stage, in this situation could easily escape, but clearly Xuan Yinzi was amateurish, Nascent Soul already formed into human shape, but not yet capable of commanding, needing external aid.
As long as the Nascent Soul was intact, the Divine Soul wouldn’t vanish.
For the cultivator, simply switching a body suffices, while if only Divine Soul remains, it would require re-cultivation; but if Nascent Soul is formed, re-cultivation isn’t necessary, the only need is to re-temper the flesh.
"Close call, close call, thankfully Xiao Er tried twice to strike Nascent Soul, forming shape, at least preserving life."
Focused intensely, gathering Spiritual Energy, employing secret technique, just then the old man heard a sound not far away.
It was the sound of thunder loading.
Yes, this is Jiang Feng.
Liu Tangxi’s highest evaluation of Jiang Feng was ’ballsy.’
Two Lei Zhenzi were stuffed directly into the gun barrel, detecting the elder looking his way, he even showed an apologetic smile, as if caught in adulterous action.
Moreover, probed to ask a question.
"Old man, you can’t split your focus right now, can you?"