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"Is this the physical body of the ninth level? Was this the so-called God Realm? He never thought that body refining without active energy could also reach such a level. His physical body alone was comparable to the peak Houtian level in the outside world. With my battle consciousness and profound sword techniques, I am able to display a battle strength comparable to the threshold of the early stage of the Innate realm. In other words, I am now the weakest of the Upper Sky. The weakest is also the weakest. With such combat power, an ordinary army is just a target for slaughter in my eyes. " Fan Wuji seemed to be feeling his surging strength, and then he muttered softly.0

"Kill!"

He seemed to have found the time thirteen years ago when he was a cultivator in the outside world. At that time, he was in high spirits and had gone through hundreds of battles. Today, he had regained the feeling he had back then.

Fan Wuji was like a cannon emplacement, every one of his strikes were powerful killing moves. He was also like an inexhaustible killing machine. He was facing the incoming flood of soldiers by himself. Going against the current, he had defeated thousands of soldiers and horses by himself.

One must know that when Fan Wuji reached the ninth level of fleshly body cultivation, he was already able to match up to the ninth level of combat prowess. And now, his battle prowess had reached an unprecedented level. With his mortal body, he was able to match up to the innate experts in the outside world. No one had ever been able to do this in the Dimension of Samsara.

Fan Wuji looked coldly at Xu Ye and said, "Xu Ye! Did you see that? Your brothers and sisters all died because of you under my sword. You must be suffering a fate worse than death, right? Now I'm going to kill you. And then you would enter King's City and slaughter all of your family, including your father, King Zhennan. "

"Pui!" Fan Wuji, you are indeed the number one martial artist in history, with the strength to suppress an entire country. I tell you, I didn't kill your woman. I can't bear to kill that sweet, gentle beauty. I wanted to violate her. However, she had a very unyielding personality. In order to preserve her chastity, she actually committed suicide. But who was Xu Ye? I am the Crown Prince of Zhennan. The woman I want is a must. After your wife, Little Joan, died, I violated her body. Haha! She truly deserved to be called a top-quality beauty. Even the taste of her corpse was so delicious. "Tsk tsk!" Xu Ye roared like a madman. He seemed to recall all that had happened ten years ago.

When Fan Wuji heard this, his eyes couldn't help but freeze. Infinite killing intent immediately rose up in his heart. This was the first time he felt such a strong killing intent towards someone. Little Qiong was his reverse scale. When he found out that she committed suicide for the sake of her chastity, his heart twitched non-stop. At this moment, his heart felt like it was being chopped into a thousand pieces.

"Bastard!" "Die!" Fan Wuji roared; he could not suppress the anger in his heart. As he spoke, he stabbed out with his sword. He first cut off Xu Ye's fifth leg, then pierced through the space between his eyebrows.

Xu Ye struggled for a few moments, but he mustered his last bit of strength and said, "I'm finally dead. It's also good to die. I finally don't have to live with so much pain. "

"Little Joan. Did you see it? Did you see that? The person who forced you to die is already dead, under my sword. I've finally avenged you. But my silly little Joan, why did you commit suicide? Chastity or something really doesn't matter to me. I only have one living you. One fresh one is enough for you. " Fan Wuji roared. He immediately brandished his longsword and constantly beheaded those soldiers.

Then Fan Wuji rushed into the capital from the outskirts. His goal was not to kill these ordinary soldiers. His goal was Xu Ye's family, and his father, King Zhennan.

Fan Wuji had gone completely mad. The hatred he had suppressed within his heart for the past ten years had finally exploded.

At this moment, his white robe was stained with blood. He stood there like a man made of blood. Before long, he had entered the capital's interior. At this moment, most of his strength had already been consumed. Then, he picked up a pill and swallowed it.

He had practiced martial arts for ten years, and the places he had traveled through were too vast. He had collected quite a few medicinal herbs. He used the alchemy skills of the outside world to refine these medicinal herbs into crude medicinal pills. Of course, even the crudest of pills would be enough for him to recover eighty to ninety percent of his strength.

As long as he had sufficient stamina, he would be able to use his ninth level fleshly body to unleash power comparable to the innate experts in the outside world. In front of an Upper Sky warrior, any number of ordinary soldiers were just targets for slaughter.

"The soldiers below are listening. I am Fan Wuji. Zhennan Wang and I have a huge grudge against each other. I will only kill the children of the Xu family. You guys hurry up and retreat, I won't kill you. If you do not leave, then I will treat you as the descendants of the Xu family and kill you all. " Fan Wuji roared as he killed.

His voice was full of energy. Under the effects of all the strength in his body, waves of sound waves seemed to be solid as they continuously spread in all directions. His voice boomed within the range of numbers, like a thunderclap.

Soon, Fan Wuji entered the Southern Zhenren Manor. This was the residence of Zhennan Wang, and also where the disciples of the Xu family lived. Fan Wuji continued to shout, and then he rushed into the Prince's Mansion, slaughtering all the disciples of the Xu family.

An hour later, Fan Wuji had completely slaughtered all the family members in the Southern Zhenren Mansion. He exterminated Zhennan Wang's family, from top to bottom, a thousand and eighty-one people.

As for Zhennan Wang, he truly deserved to be called the tyrant. He was also an extremely ruthless person. Ever since he had retreated under the protection of the ruddy old master, he hadn't returned to the capital or the manor at all, but had instead fled to the northern camp. There were a hundred thousand of his hidden elite soldiers. That was his last resort and also his last card.

The facts proved that his choice was the right one. Not even two hours after he had escaped, Fan Wuji had massacred the entire Prince's Mansion, a total of 1081 people. All of them had died under Fan Wuji's sword. If he stayed in the Prince's Mansion, he would also be killed.

Fan Wuji rested in the capital all night. None of the remaining tens of thousands of soldiers in the capital dared to set foot within a radius of ten kilometers of Fan Wuji's resting area.

In their eyes, Fan Wuji was simply a devil, a god of death, a butcher, a fiend that should never be provoked.

The next day, Fan Wuji refined the blood of those close to him into a Blood Bead. With this Bloodline Pearl, even if Zhennan Wang were to escape to the ends of the earth, Fan Wuji would be able to sense him with it.

Fan Wuji was still dressed in his blood-stained robes. With the Bloodline Pearl in hand, he chased in the direction of where the Zhennan King was fleeing to.

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