555: C555 Kill the Yan Clan's Grand Elder

C555 Kill the Yan Clan's Grand Elder

"Sir, you must think this through clearly. Yan Family and Wei Family have five Half-step Incarnation. For the sake of a little brat, you must not retreat yourself onto the road of no return!"

"As long as you leave today, I can pretend that nothing happened. I will seal ten Rank 5 Elixirs with my hands!"

Yan Zhiyuan threatened and lured him, thinking in his heart: "Hmph, after you leave, just wait for the Yan Wei family to hunt you down. If they dare to hurt me, not even the Heavenly Emperor can save you."

Jian Nanxuan had already received Ye Xiaofan's order to cripple Yan Zhiyuan in front of him.

No matter how much benefits Yan Zhiyuan offered, Jian Nanxuan's will was unwavering.

"Crack!"

"Swish! Swish!"

Jian Nanxuan turned his wrist, and the Soul Devouring Sword released a crisp sound. Chopping, chopping, lifting up, piercing, deflecting, smashing, and dozens of basic sword techniques were perfectly released in a breath.

ta ta … *

Everyone on the street was forced back several hundred meters by the sharp sword Qi, not daring to get any closer.

"If you dare kill me, Yan Family will not let you off!"

Yan Zhiyuan panicked when he saw the terrifying sword Qi slanting towards him. His face was pale, his hair was loose, and he was battered and exhausted. He did not forget to threaten Yan Zhiyuan, no longer having the demeanor of the First Elder.

"Sizzle …"

Jian Nanxuan turned a blind eye to Yan Zhiyuan's threat. Without holding back, the sword qi penetrated Yan Zhiyuan's body. Scarlet blood spurted out and dyed the air red.

"Plop!"

He was only at the ninth level of Immortality and there were hundreds of tiny bloody holes on his body. His entire body was dyed red with blood and he had no way to resist at all.

"Young master, it's enough, we've already disabled. Is this level enough? Should we cripple it a few more times?"

Jian Nanxuan kept his Soul Devouring Sword and returned to Ye Xiaofan's side as he said respectfully.

"Mm, old man, you did well this time."

Ye Xiaofan nodded and praised. Then, he slowly walked in front of Yan Zhiyuan with a brilliant smile on his small face.

"You dare to kill me, Yan …"

Yan Zhiyuan raised his head, his eyes bloodshot. His gaze was filled with hatred as he glared at Ye Xiaofan.

"F * ck, you still have Yan Family?"

"Plop!"

Ye Xiaofan raised his small fist and punched Yan Zhiyuan's nose. The punch smashed Yan Zhiyuan's nose into the ground.

"No, don't kill me! I'll give you anything you want!"

"I beg of you, please let me go!"

Yan Zhiyuan was awakened by the punch. He got up in panic and kneeled in front of Ye Xiaofan. His old face was full of fear. He begged for mercy in pain and he lost the momentum he had before to kill Ye Xiaofan.

"Thunder Technique: Thunder Blade!"

"Crackle!"

"Tss tss!"2

Ye Xiaofan looked indifferently at Yan Zhiyuan, who was begging for mercy. Thunder exploded from Ye Xiaofan's hands, and the surroundings were filled with daylight. Thunder with a destructive aura struck the top of Wu Tie's head, creating a strong air current and causing the surrounding air to become distorted.

Didn't Old Bald Moron like to pat people on the head? Then let him often feel how it felt to have his head smashed.

Ye Xiaofan had always wanted revenge. He would never take revenge at night when he had formed his enmity today.

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