4017: C4017 Killing Life

C4017 Killing Life

Meng Fan already knew that Doranese were extremely xenophobic.

This kind of exclusion stemmed from the arrogance that countless generations of people had accumulated in their bones.

Regardless of whether it was within the the Empire Of Otis Empire, or even the capital of the Oceanic Republic, what Meng Fan saw were practically all Doranese.

This winery seemed to be of a very high grade. Because there were very few people entering and exiting, Meng Fan didn't care if outsiders were allowed to enter or not.

However, from the expression of the owner, it was obvious that there was such a rule in this winery.

Meng Fan couldn't help but lick his lips.

He felt that something was wrong.

If the Three Great Empires really had similar rules, allowing Doranese to enter and exit on certain occasions, then why hadn't the two apostles who accompanied them and the vice head of the Defense Department mentioned it at all?

This sort of thing, would inevitably be brought up.

The owner of the winery looked a little embarrassed. He walked up to Meng Fan and said: "Dear customer, our winery is a place where all races other than Doranese are not allowed to enter."

The words sounded polite.

But his tone was rather stiff.

Obviously, the boss was also dissatisfied.

Meng Fan didn't say anything, but looked over the boss's shoulder at the influential young master.

He was called the Prince.

Of course, there were no princes in the Oceanic Republic, so of course this person belonged to either Rolin or the Empire Of Otis. However, since the Emperor of Rolin was young, and only had a few children, and he was very strict with his country and his children.

The man had his back facing Meng Fan, with his hands behind his back. He slightly raised his head and looked around at the wine racks.

"This bottle of Tears of Flan, I want it." Meng Fan said as he handed the token over to the boss.

The owner was stunned.

This command medallion was a common command medallion for Millennium Universe, and there were even official seals for the three great empires on it. The number "670 million" was clearly written on it, indicating that there was a hidden space inside.

When he saw the token in Meng Fan's hand, he sneered and said, "The Tears of Flan uses thousands of different materials, and each of them is a precious product that is hard to buy with money alone. The most important material is the venom of Flan Snakes, an ancient race of Gods that has been extinct for over a billion years.

This winery coincidentally received this bottle of Flan's Tears a few months ago from a collector. It was priced at 400 million, but it has no intention of being sold, it's just placed here as a treasure. I heard the news and immediately came here with the intention of getting it. It's only six hundred million, boss, I bid a billion. "

When Meng Fan heard the prince's words, he shook his head with a smile. He didn't care and put away the token, walking out of the hall.

The prince frowned as he saw Meng Fan leave. He seemed to be even more dissatisfied as he said, "Why did you admit your defeat so easily? You don't even dare to say anything vicious? You don't have any backbone? "

It was unknown what sort of temperament this prince had. It was as though he had to create a conflict before he would feel comfortable.

Meng Fan had already walked to the front of the winery and ignored the prince.

A popinjay, clad in fresh clothes and overbearing, domineering manner was rare in the world of the gods. However, it was understandable when one thought of how the Dolan Empire had eroded.

This kind of popinjay was something that people were used to wherever they went. If they only had the upper hand in words, then as time went by, they would always feel displeased and hope to stir up some big trouble. No matter what happened, they would always be able to resolve it.

Noticing that Meng Fan did not act that way, the Quan Gui frowned even more. With a cold expression, he asked in a low voice: "What is your name?"

Meng Fan had already left the winery.

At this time, one of the guards noticed that the prince's expression was getting more and more unsightly. He immediately walked over to Meng Fan and said, "Your Highness is asking for your name!"2

Before he finished his sentence, he had already jumped up from the ground and shot towards Meng Fan like a sharp arrow.

Before he got close to Meng Fan, there was a bang! It exploded in the air, leaving only one head hanging in the air, letting out wails of pain.

Meng Fan squinted his eyes and turned around.

The prince, the owner of the winery, the two guards, and the maids were all dumbstruck and tongue-tied.

Meng Fan did not attack, but one of the Celestial King of Nine Tribulations guards had been broken, leaving only his head behind. If Meng Fan was willing, then the guard's soul would have been destroyed without any chance to retaliate, and Meng Fan had shown mercy.

Then what kind of existence was Meng Fan?

Even if it was the Celestial King of Ten Tribulations, they would still not be able to do this. They would not even need to use their hands to kill a whole ninth level tribulation.

"It's the law." "Yes!" A guard immediately replied. Your majesty, this person has just condensed the Laws around his body, turning them into an invisible barrier and tearing people apart! This law is so tyrannical, and this subordinate has never seen it before.

The guard who had just spoken placed his hand on the prince's shoulder and gave him a look.

Only then did the prince calm down. He understood that the situation was not right and Meng Fan was not a good person.

"This bottle of Tears of Flan …" The Prince reached out and stroked the black diamond cabinet, saying softly, "I'll let you have it."

Meng Fan was expressionless.

The prince seemed to be following the lead of the wind, and as soon as he came to his senses, he lowered his head without the slightest hesitation. It was evident that he was no ordinary foppish young lad.

However, Meng Fan's thoughts were not on this.

He slowly extended his hand and grabbed at the air, causing the wine in the cupboard to disappear.

Soon after, he threw his command medallion on the ground and prepared to leave.

In that instant, he turned!

The already sluggish prince suddenly revealed his killing intent. With a flash, he appeared behind Meng Fan and a palm descended, grabbing towards Meng Fan's throat!

When he said that he would endure, he would hibernate, and when he started, he would reveal his killing intent. The change in the state of the prince was quite drastic. It could be seen that he had cultivated some powerful mental cultivation method.

Meng Fan let down his guard for this sudden attack. He only reacted to it when the prince approached. However, that did not affect him at all.

Meng Fan would not let down his guard against anyone easily.

If he put him down, it would mean that this person was not a threat to him.

How could a single Celestial King of Nine Tribulations threaten him?

The prince's palm approached Meng Fan.

Following that, a wave of law ripples shattered the prince's palm, followed by his arm, shoulder and finally his head!

A moment later, a huge pool of blood fell to the ground, squirming about with difficulty.

Only after two breaths did the owner of the winery react, exclaiming, "Your Highness the Prince!"

He then turned to Meng Fan and said with a trembling voice, "Sir …" This... This is the the Empire Of Otis's Royal Eldest Son, the future successor to the throne, you, you … "

Meng Fan didn't pay attention to what the owner of the liquor store said. Instead, he stared at the squirming flesh on the ground.

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