648: C648 Demon God

C648 Demon God

"That's impossible, Er Pi Zi is a level seven Immortality, the blade in his hand is a level four high-grade magic tool that he snatched away previously, he is an existence that can fight against no one in our stronghold, how can a brat catch the blade empty-handed!"1

"F * ck, my eyes must be lying to me, I must be hallucinating, what the hell is going on, a six year old child, under the attack of a level seven Immortality, is completely unscathed, to actually be able to receive a white blade with bare hands."

"What the hell! He only used two fingers to receive the white blade empty-handed!"

The surrounding bandits were all dumbstruck as they watched this scene. Their chins were about to dislocate from their bodies. Each one of them had a horrified expression as they exclaimed in disbelief.

As bandits of the Night Ranger Stronghold, burning and robbing others was just a small trick. Occasionally, they would slaughter cities and rob wealthy children to obtain true strength.

What they saw was not something that ordinary people could compare to. After traveling in the martial arts world for hundreds of thousands of years and experiencing countless dangers, when had they ever seen such a scene?

If they hadn't been able to keep their composure, they would have probably fallen to the ground a long time ago.

"Crack!"

Ye Xiaofan indifferently felt the shock from the surrounding people. He pinched the air with his two little fingers and the extremely hard high-grade fourth-ranked magic tool in their eyes was broken into two halves with a "Kacha" sound.

"Crack!"

The remaining power of the broken blade was transmitted to the bandit's arm, directly breaking his muscular arms and turning his bones into powder.

"Ah!

The bandit cried out in pain once more before kneeling on the ground. His face was filled with pain and his expression distorted. His burly body trembled uncontrollably as his heart was wrapped up in endless fear.

He had never felt this kind of sensation since he was born. He was the only one who crushed other people's bones. He didn't think that he was seeing other people's painful and miserable appearances, but he felt refreshed and at ease in his heart.

Time turned back, and Feng Shui turned back. This kind of feeling actually landed on his body. This type of heart-wrenching pain was like silver needles stabbing into his arms. It felt like his arms were about to explode. It was incomparably painful.

He was scared, really scared. This was the first time in his hundreds of years of being a bandit that he felt fear, and it was the fear of doubting life.

He had the illusion that he was born to make up for the amount in front of Ye Xiaofan.

When the surrounding bandits heard that heart-wrenching shriek, their scalps all went numb. They all froze on the spot, not daring to take a single step forward.

To them, Ye Xiaofan was just too terrifying. He was even more terrifying than a devil. He looked like he could break two of his weak little fingers, but it was actually a high-grade fourth-grade magic tool.

The remaining might from it directly shattered the bones in the bandit's arm. That was a genuine level seven Immortality, he was no ordinary mortal.

"Rao..." "Spare …"

The rugged bandit endured the pain with trembling words. He looked at Ye Xiaofan in fear and his eyes looked like he was looking at a demon god coming from hell.

"Crackle!"

A series of explosions reverberated in the surroundings, the blinding light of the day flashed across the sky, followed by a pungent smell of burnt flesh.

"Plop!"

Within a few breaths time, that rugged bandit turned into a charred corpse. The charred corpse, without the support of physical strength, heavily crashed onto the ground, emitting a muffled sound.

A muffled sound echoed, shocking the hearts of the crowd once more.

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