810: C810 CHAPTER810

C810 CHAPTER810

A Divinity Stage warrior less than 20 years old, and he had even comprehended an extremely terrifying Level Three Sword Spirit!

Such a person was a peerless genius even in a three-star power or even a four-star holy land.

Han Li had never thought of this.

Mo Quan's team actually had such a terrifying existence.

"This little brother shouldn't be a member of the Mo Clan, right? This is a grudge between our Han Clan and the Mo Clan. I hope that little brother won't interfere."

Han Li took a deep breath and cupped his fists at Peter Parker politely.

The young man in front of him was at least a genius who had reached the Extreme King Realm. He was able to unleash a terrifying combat strength that far exceeded his cultivation base.

His shout just now had caused Han Li to feel somewhat afraid.

Not to mention...

Such a peerless monster, his background and identity were probably not simple either.

Facing such a figure, the slightest carelessness would cause the hornet's nest to be disturbed and bring disaster to the Han Family.

Thus.

Unless he had no other choice, Han Li didn't want to become enemies with this mysterious youth.

"Do you not understand human language? I told you to scram!"

Peter Parker said impatiently, "I am not in the mood to waste time with you. If you don't get lost within three breaths, you will die!"

"Do you really want to make the Han Family your enemy?"

Seeing that Peter Parker did not give him any face, Han Li's expression became even gloomier.

Their Han Family had been enemies with the Mo Family for hundreds of years. This time around, they had finally managed to seriously injure the Mo Family. Naturally, they wanted to kill all of them so that the Mo Family would never have a chance to recover.

It was precisely because of this.

The Han Clan directly dispatched the three of them to hunt down Mo Yao and the others.

After all.

The Mo Clan had a marriage relationship with the Dong Clan, a two-star clan in Northern Underworld City.

If Mo Yao escaped to Northern Underworld City and asked the Dong Clan to help her, it would definitely bring great trouble to the Han Clan.

Therefore...

No matter what, they couldn't let Mo Yao and the others go to Beiming City alive.

Peter Parker couldn't be bothered to look at Han Li anymore. With an indifferent expression, he spat out a number. "Three!"

"Big Brother, since this kid doesn't know what's good for him, why waste your breath on him?"

"A mere Divinity Level One kid, how can he defy the heavens?"

"Han Bin and I will hold him back, you take care of Mo Quan first. We are the three heroes of the Han Family, how can we be afraid of a brat like him?"

Peter Parker's arrogant manner instantly caused Han Ying to be extremely furious. His body flashed and rushed towards Peter Parker.

He and Han Bin had only been injured by Peter Parker's shout because they were careless earlier.1

He really did not believe it.

This brat in front of him, who was only at the first layer, could easily kill him and Han Bin.

When Han Bin saw this, he didn't want to be outdone. He cooperated with Han Ying and charged at Peter Parker from left to right.

"You overestimate yourself!"

Peter Parker looked indifferently at the Han brothers who were rushing towards him. He couldn't help but let out a cold snort of disdain.

After that...

The terrifying Sword Spirit that was close to the large success stage of the third stage pressed down on the Han brothers without any reservation.

With Peter Parker's current Divinity Stage strength, using the Sword Spirit with all his strength, even a Divinity Level Four warrior would have a hard time resisting it.

Their hearts trembled, and they even found it difficult to move.

"Slash!"

Peter Parker's expression was cold, and he pointed his finger at the two of them with lightning speed.

In an instant...

Two invisible sword energies pierced through the void without any warning. In an instant, they appeared on the necks of the Han brothers and cut off their heads with a 'Pu Chi' sound.

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