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1The second day!

The matter of Yang Fan killing had long since been spread out by Yang Kong, and this matter was quickly spread to the City Lord's ears.

"Yang Fan, is what Yang Kong said the truth?"

Early in the morning, Yang Fan was called to the Yang family pavilion for questioning.

Yang Fan was kneeling in the middle, and in front of him was a man with gray hair at his temples. He was his father, the master of Heavenly Marks City, Yang Haitao.

"Yes, I killed him!"

Yang Haitao shattered the cup in his hand. Although he doted on Yang Fan dearly, the Son of Heaven had violated the law and committed the same crime as the commoners.

"Dad, look, he admitted to it. According to the imperial rules, his cultivation should be wasted."

Yang Kong immediately shouted from the side.

Yang Haitao glared at Yang Kong and asked, "When is it your turn to speak?"

"This ?"

Yang Kong immediately backed off, glancing at Yang Haitao from time to time.

"Let's not talk about this for now. How did you reach Stage Seven?"

"Hahaha, you're still thinking about this. Didn't you want to convict me? After crippling my cultivation, is your heart okay? "

Yang Fan never had a good talk with his father. If it wasn't for his father, his mother wouldn't have died.

With guilt in his eyes, Yang Haitao said, "Get up!"

Yang Fan stood up without the slightest hesitation, but a sudden pressure forced him to kneel down once again.

"Dad, Yang Fan killed someone, how can we let him go so easily!"

A silhouette appeared in front of Yang Fan, the person he hated the most.

Yang Xia suppressed Yang Fan tightly. The strength of a Dou Huang had already surpassed Yang Haitao.

Looking at the man in front of him who was over twenty years older, and had a cultivation level that far exceeded his, Yang Fan was not afraid in the slightest.

"Yang Xia, I will be convicted if I kill someone. What about you? The people you kill are a hundred times, a thousand times more than mine! Aren't you supposed to be convicted? "

Yang Xia was a little shocked, he didn't expect that his weak little brother would actually dare to say such words.

"Oh, I killed someone. Do you have any proof? On the other hand, you have both human and physical evidence! "

"Could it be that if someone wants to kill me, I will be willing to be killed and not fight back?"

"Who wants to kill you?" Yang Haitao asked hurriedly.

Yang Fan knelt on the ground, and resentfully looked at Yang Kong, "Whoever knows first will naturally know first."

"Yang Kong, is this true?"

"Father, no, absolutely not. I was just looking for my little brother to play, but I didn't expect to see him kill someone."

Yang Xia walked towards Yang Fan, his hands circulating battle qi, which was not something Yang Fan could catch.

"Stop wasting your breath here. Not killing you today and just crippling your battle spirit is already a great insult to you."1

"Stop!"

Yang Haitao immediately shouted with trembling hands.

"Father, but ?"

"I told you to stop!"

"Yes sir!"

Right now, Yang Xia couldn't help but think highly of Yang Haitao. After all, Yang Haitao was the City Lord of the Soaring Dragon Empire.

If they really started fighting, Yang Haitao would have the Soaring Dragon Empire behind him.

Yang Haitao finally stood up and announced loudly, "Regarding today's matter, Yang Fan was justifiably defending himself, so there is no mistake. However, killing people will eventually produce hostility, so I will punish Yang Fan by copying some battle skills and cultivation techniques in the Scripture Pavilion for one month."

"This ?"

"I'm in the name of the mayor!"

Yang Xia and Yang Kong were not fools. This was not a punishment, this was simply a reward.

Yang Xia retracted his intimidating aura, so he couldn't say anything more.

After the pressure disappeared, Yang Fan immediately panted heavily, "Hehe, you can't kill me, I'm useless."

"What did you say?"

Yang Xia, who was already prepared to leave, turned around and shouted angrily.

"I said you can't kill me!"

"Bang!"

With a move of Dou Qi, Yang Fan was knocked back to the wall, breaking several bones.

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