Long Xiao's cultivation was at the peak of the Seventh Rank Saint Emperor.
Among the cultivators present, ninety-nine percent were no match for Long Xiao, and even those who were, were absolutely no match for Jian Wushuang!
Of course, Long Xiao believed that this ninety-nine percent included Lin Fan!
"How dare you mock the Young Master, die!"
Long Xiao roared, his sword light incomparably sharp, about to slash at Lin Fan's neck!
Everyone believed that Lin Fan was doomed!
The sword light was ten meters away...
"This kid, probably scared stupid! An Eighth Rank Ancient Saint, daring to mock the Sword Young Master, doesn't he know if he's the calf that fears no tiger or an idiot!"
"Isn't he scared silly? This fool really has a death wish!"
"Haha! But he's not losing out, though. An Eighth Rank Ancient Saint, if he entered Kunwu Mountain, who knows how he'd die! At least now, he dies at the hands of the Sword Young Master, we all remember him, otherwise, his death would be unknown!"
"Do you think this kid is deliberately trying to anger the Sword Young Master, hoping his death has a bit of value!" The rıghtful source is NovelHub(.)net
The cultivators present discussed with amusement, tones full of schadenfreude.
At this moment, in an instant.
Lin Fan moved, under everyone's gaze, he moved!
Lin Fan raised his hand, formed a fist, and the twenty dragon bones within him instantly lit up!
A terrifying force, the power of six hundred cosmics, equivalent to six hundred billion pounds of force, converged at Lin Fan's fist!
One punch blasted out!
In the blink of an eye, before anyone could react, the space in front of Lin Fan was pierced through, the scene like a movie frozen in time!
Under everyone's gaze.
The Mystic Iron Heavy Sword in Long Xiao's hand, a top-grade divine artifact, shattered inch by inch like glass, broke apart... exploded... then turned into void...
The owner of this top-grade divine artifact, Long Xiao, also under Lin Fan's punch, his entire body exploded...
Completely disappeared, not even leaving a trace!
The pupils of everyone around the square suddenly contracted, the group of people who were mocking Lin Fan a moment ago froze, staring hard at Lin Fan, unable to take their eyes away, completely shocked, as if they had seen a ghost!
Xing Yun, Nie Shuang, Zheng Feng, Yuan Zi and others, felt a chill in their hearts.
Lin Fan's strength had exceeded their imagination, but they still believed that even after killing Long Xiao, Lin Fan was definitely not a match for the Sword Young Master!
Gao Qing, Matthew, and Gongsun Yuan also froze for a moment, looking at Lin Fan's back in surprise!
They knew Lin Fan's power was terrifying, but hadn't expected that he could kill a peak Seventh Rank Saint Emperor with one punch, which had already surpassed their imagination!
And others were like wooden sculptures, petrified at the scene.
The whole venue was silent!
Even more silent than when Lin Fan offended Jian Wushuang earlier!
An Eighth Rank Ancient Saint, unexpectedly killed Long Xiao with one punch...
Killed a peak Seventh Rank Saint Emperor with one punch?
Simply unimaginable, seeing is believing!
Even Jian Wushuang was momentarily stunned, looking at Lin Fan with horror, eyes filled with disbelief; even he dared not claim to easily kill a peak Seventh Rank Saint Emperor in one strike, but Lin Fan... did it!
Is he really an Eighth Rank Ancient Saint?
Jian Wushuang's heart had become thoroughly chilled.
Jian Wushuang stood up, putting down the chess piece in his hand, from the beginning he had been playing against himself, left hand with black pieces, right hand with white pieces, even when Lin Fan angered him, Jian Wushuang hadn't stopped his self-play.
Jian Wushuang put down the chess piece, stood up slowly, indicating that he began to take Lin Fan seriously,
"Ant! You have angered me, truly angered me, when an ant angers a Divine Dragon, it should feel fear!" Jian Wushuang stood there, coldly looking down at Lin Fan.
"Please, stop pretending, really, in all my years, I've never seen someone more pretentious than you! Did your self-esteem get wounded somewhere? You act so high and mighty all the time, what are you even pretending?"
"All you do is talk, why don't you make a move already!" Lin Fan couldn't help but shake his head.
This Jian Wushuang, just loved to put on airs!
He should have acted by now, not keep talking endlessly!
"Then you shall die!" Jian Wushuang's eyebrows rose, a fierce murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
Jian Wushuang himself, like a sharp sword, burst forth with terrifying, ferocious, cruel power, filled with a deathly aura!
All Swords Return to the Sect!
A terrifying sword intent exploded from Jian Wushuang's body!
Like a raging flood, a tidal wave breaking through, it condensed into a tangible form, crushing towards Lin Fan.
"Such strong sword intent! Xiao Fan Fan, this Jian Wushuang is really formidable, an absolute sword dao genius, his understanding of sword intent far surpasses yours!" Emperor Jade suddenly spoke, feeling Jian Wushuang's sword intent, very strong, exceptionally strong.
"Hehe! I don't primarily cultivate sword intent! The Dragon Bone Power in my body is my greatest reliance, and there's the Instant Escape! His sword intent is strong, but he still has to catch up with me, doesn't he?" Lin Fan chuckled.
It's like Lin Fan holding a knife, fighting against someone with a gun.
The opponent keeps shooting, bullets constantly flying towards him!
Lin Fan has Instant Escape!
He can dodge countless bullets.
And though Lin Fan only holds a knife, he can use Instant Escape, reaching Jian Wushuang's side in a flash, slashing the opponent.
That's the difference!
No matter how powerful your force is, how can you strike when faced with someone maxed out on evasive abilities? It's slippery as an eel, you can't hit it!
Jian Wushuang's sword intent crushed down hard, the entire area where Lin Fan stood was obliterated, collapsed!
Where Lin Fan stood, a small black hole appeared, a small piece of the void.
Jian Wushuang's sword intent had actually crushed that piece of void... that piece of land, into complete oblivion.
Yet Lin Fan... had disappeared!
"That kid... is dead?"
The people present were stunned, having a gut feeling that Lin Fan shouldn't die so easily!
"Haha! He should be dead, as expected of Sword Young Master!"
"Indeed! This kid brought it on himself to die, being directly crushed into nothingness, died too easily, disappearing in an instant without any pain, Sword Young Master is too merciful! If it were me, I would have tortured him well!"
"Sigh! I thought this Lin Fan was amazing, but it turns out just average!"
"Yeah! A piece of trash, daring to offend Sword Young Master?"
The people present shook their heads and sighed.
Su Qiong's beautiful eyes instantly turned red, tears like a flood breaking through a dam, flowed continuously.