4218: C4218 Smoke and Dust

C4218 Smoke and Dust

His body suddenly flew up, and before Yang Fan could react, he had already appeared in front of him. He held a silver long blade in his hand and slashed down fiercely.

"Divine Weapon of Heaven and Earth - - Heavenly Astral Divine Dragon Slash! "He roared in a low voice, and his silver long saber, along with the terrifying sound of thunder, landed heavily on Yang Fan's head.

"Ah!" Yang Fan let out a miserable scream, and his body shot out like a falling meteor, shooting into the distance. He crashed heavily onto the ground, creating a violent vibration. Smoke and dust filled the sky, and the entire ground trembled.

"Puchi!" Yang Fan opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was filled with disbelief. He had never thought that Chen Shaofeng's strength would actually reach the fifth level of the Saint Sovereign realm.

A sense of despair emerged in his heart.

Chen Shaofeng's body followed closely behind and landed beside Yang Fan, cutting off his legs.

Both of Yang Fan's arms and legs were cut off, causing him to cry out in pain. He rolled on the ground. Bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead. His face was full of pain, and his heart was bleeding. He never thought that he would lose so miserably.

"Yang Fan, now you know how big the gap between a fifth-layer Saint Emperor Realm and a ninth-layer Saint Emperor Realm is? "Chen Shaofeng sneered, "Prepare to die today!"

After saying that, he waved the silver long saber in his hand and slashed at Yang Fan's neck.

This blade light of his was more solid, more domineering, and sharper than before, causing the air to produce a tearing sound.

"You... You can't kill me... My father is a Sacred Lord at the ninth level of the Sacred Emperor Realm... If you kill me... "Yang Fan immediately threatened Chen Shaofeng when he saw this. You... you can't kill me... My father is a Sacred Lord at the ninth level of the Sacred Emperor Realm... If you kill me...

Chen Shaofeng sneered and continued to swing the long blade in his hand towards Yang Fan's neck. He wanted to kill this person.

Yang Fan had launched a sneak attack on Chen Shaofeng the moment he entered the Chaotic Qi. How could Chen Shaofeng let go of such an enemy when he wanted to kill Chen Shaofeng?

"Argh!"

A deep cut appeared on Yang Fan's neck. A shocking wound appeared. Bright red blood flowed out from the wound, dyeing the soil on the ground red.

"Ah, don't kill me... My father is a Ninth Level Sacred Lord of the Saint Emperor Realm. I can spare your life..." Yang Fan begged.

His voice was filled with pain. He really didn't want to die.

His father was a Saint Emperor Level Nine expert. He was a top Saint Emperor level expert. If he knew that his son had died in Chen Shaofeng's hands, he wouldn't have to wait for a ninth level Saint Emperor to arrive. He would be killed without even leaving a corpse behind!

"Spare my life? Hmph, I won't agree to any of your conditions! "Chen Shaofeng said coldly.

In Chen Shaofeng's heart, he had long regarded Yang Fan as his enemy.

At this moment, the people who were watching from the side all revealed expressions of unwillingness.

Yang Fan's strength was the strongest amongst them. He was a seventh level Saint Sovereign.

However, in front of Chen Shaofeng, he was as weak as a baby. Chen Shaofeng's strength was just too powerful. They didn't know how to describe it, but they could only describe it as monstrous!

They looked at Chen Shaofeng with respect and thought that if they could cultivate to the sixth or seventh level of Saint Emperor realm, they might be able to kill Chen Shaofeng with ease.

But now, they could only look up to him and not blaspheme him.

At this moment, Chen Shaofeng's image in their hearts became even bigger and bigger.

"Ah, ah!"

Yang Fan let out another miserable cry.

Seeing this, Chen Shaofeng didn't hesitate at all. He waved the silver long blade in his hand once again and slashed at Yang Fan's other arm.

"Argh!" Yang Fan let out another miserable cry.

Chen Shaofeng had cut off three of Yang Fan's arms in a row.0

These arms were cut off by Chen Shaofeng's Heavenly Astral Divine Dragon. Blood poured down like a waterfall.

Yang Fan's face was filled with despair.

He knew that there was no saving him anymore. This Chen Shaofeng was a devil!

"You... You can't kill me. If you cripple me... You will cause a huge disaster. A ninth level Saint Emperor. He will definitely tear you into pieces! "Yang Fan roared as he struggled to get up. He was ready to escape.

"Young Master Chen, don't kill him anymore. Although he deserves to die... I don't think you need to offend a ninth level Saint Emperor for someone you don't have anything to do with! " At this moment, the old woman in green who had been watching from afar spoke up. She stopped Chen Shaofeng.

She was the old man with a white beard.

"Hmph, he has already attacked me. Do you want me to spare his life?! "Chen Shaofeng coldly harrumphed and continued to slash at Yang Fan's arms.

"Argh!" Another miserable cry was heard. Yang Fan's arms were severed from his body by Chen Shaofeng's Heavenly Astral Divine Dragon Slash. They turned into powder and fell to the ground.

This scene caused the crowd to be in an uproar, and their faces were filled with shock.

This was a ninth level Saint Emperor but one of his arms was cut off by Chen Shaofeng just like that.

Yang Fan felt numb all over his body. He knew that there was no way he could be saved. Regret rose in his heart. If he didn't provoke this Chen Shaofeng... He could still keep both of his arms, but too bad... There was no medicine for regret in this world. It was already too late.

Chen Shaofeng looked at Yang Fan who was lying on the ground with a ferocious expression and said, "Are you regretting it now?"

When Yang Fan heard this, his face couldn't help but reveal a bitter expression. He didn't say anything, as he already knew the outcome in his heart.

"Hehe, I won't kill you, but if you listen to me obediently... You can still protect yourself, otherwise, your two arms will be completely cut off by me. You will forever lose consciousness! "Chen Shaofeng looked at Yang Fan and said in a sinister manner.

Hearing this, Yang Fan couldn't help but have hope rise in his heart. He said, "I will listen to your orders. I will do whatever you ask me to do!"

Chen Shaofeng heard this and nodded his head in satisfaction. He said," Go and prepare some miracle medicine for me now. Don't worry, I won't take your life. You still have an arm to keep! "

Chen Shaofeng's words made Yang Fan feel lucky. He didn't know whether Chen Shaofeng would keep his promise or not, but he had no other choice.

He quickly took out the mountain of healing medicine from his storage ring and swallowed all of them. After that, he sat cross-legged on the ground and started circulating his cultivation technique.

Seeing this, Chen Shaofeng smiled with satisfaction. In his heart, he had already regarded Yang Fan as a slave. He could order this slave however he wanted. He could torture this slave however he wanted.

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