1825: C1825 Let Go of My Son

C1825 Let Go of My Son

2"Are you crazy?"

"You want me to apologize?"

"Do you know who I am?"

"I am the Archbishop of the Temple of the Guild of Light! My father is a cardinal! With just you? Hehe... You overestimate yourself!"

"You still dare to hit me just now?"

"Rebellion! Rebels! Is he so lawless now? "

"I'm not going to teach you a lesson today. I, duanmu Lang, will write it backwards!"

Duanmu Lang, who was wearing a light blue robe, roared, and his expression became wild and unruly.

As a member of the Temple of God, he had a backer behind him. He had always been fearless.

At this moment, when he saw the Armor on Faang Fann's body, he felt even more indifferent.

Unless Fang Fan was a Gold Grade captain, he wouldn't have any fear!

"You slapped me just now!"

"Kneel down! Apologize! Admit your mistake!"

" Kneel down! "

Duanmu Lang's eyes widened, then he twisted the sword on his waist and swung it at Faang Fann's head...

"You're courting death!"

Faang Fann narrowed his eyes. The killing intent in his eyes erupted once again. Immediately after, he raised the sword and chopped off the arm that was holding the sword!

Duanmu Lang's level wasn't low, and he was also a mid-level Quasi-Sage. He was on the same level as Faang Fann, but in comparison, he was a bit unruly. He didn't put Faang Fann in his eyes at all. If he was careless, it was normal for him to be severely injured.

"Ah..."

"My hand...!!"

"Huhuhu... Huhuhu..."

"It hurts..."

"[Damn it!] You're crazy! You dare to hurt me! "

The vice bishop of the Temple of Light, duanmu Lang, widened his eyes in disbelief. Then, he looked at Faang Fann viciously, wishing he could devour Faang Fann on the spot.

Faang Fann thought to himself. Then, he silently took out the Four-Star Saint Sword and placed it on Duanmu Lang's neck.

"I said, apologize, slap yourself a hundred times, and compensate another hundred thousand Star Core. Only then can this matter be resolved!"

"I'll ask you one last time. Are you willing to follow this step or not?"

"If you're willing, then you live. If you're unwilling, then you die. It's that simple!"

Faang Fann held the holy sword and moved it around Duanmu Lang's neck. A trace of blood slowly spluttered out...

The vice bishop of the Temple of Light, the vice bishop of the Temple of Light, duanmu Lang, gradually panicked...

Fear gradually increased in his heart, and cold sweat could not help but seep out from his forehead...4

"Impudent!"

"Faang Fann! What are you doing!?"

"Let go of my son!"

In the distance, a figure dashed over and shouted.

Faang Fann narrowed his eyes and glanced at the figure. His face showed some surprise...

He saw Duanmu Ding... an existence that had a grudge with him before. Just now, in the Divine Palace, he wanted to suppress his existence with all his might...

This was rather surprising to Faang Fann.

From what he said, this young man wearing a light blue robe was his son?

Faang Fann silently narrowed his eyes, feeling that this was getting more and more interesting.

"Father... Lord Father, save me!"

"Lord Father! He... He wants to kill me!"

"Lord Father... Quick... Hurry and save me!"

When Duanmu Lang saw his father, duan Muding, arrive, he immediately started dancing with excitement. Then, he took a deep breath and cried out for help in excitement. The light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his excitement suddenly increased.

Just now, he felt the instant of death...

The cold holy sword touched his neck. If he was not careful, it would be completely cool...

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