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This person had a head of silver hair, and was an old man. He was originally incomparably gloomy and had a bit of authority, but as he appeared before them, he was so frightened that he started trembling.

"Ji Chuan, you did not die in Star Continent. Today, let me end your life." Jiang Feng stared at Ji Chuan, and said with an incomparably cold tone.

The Supreme Elder of the Ji Family, Ji Chuan, was a person who had once shook a region in the Star Continent. He was an existence on the same level as the Eight Tribes Warring Sovereign.

No matter whether it was when Jiang Feng first stepped into the Snow City for the first time in a hundred thousand years, or when he tried to force his way through the Ji Family, or whether it was his marriage with the son of Li Qingao, one of the Eight Division Warlords of the Luan Battle School, Ji Chuan had appeared once again and wanted to kill him.

However, at that time, whether it was in terms of strength or the current situation, he, Jiang Feng, would not be able to kill Ji Chuan.

Originally, it didn't matter if his grudge with the Ji Family disappeared along with the wind, but the Ji Family had turned his back on the Demon Continent and wanted to flatten the land of the void.

New grudges and old grudges, today, let's end them together!

"Jiang Feng, the people of the Demon Continent have listed you as someone who must be killed. You killed their young master, and you even killed so many experts.

Even at the brink of death, Ji Chuan was still stubborn enough to use the Demon Continent to intimidate Jiang Feng.

"I don't mind telling you this. After I kill you, I will immediately raze the Demon Continent to the ground. There is no need to wait for them to kill me!" Jiang Feng's voice came out, he raised his hand, which was as thick as the Heavenly Stele, and directly smashed towards Ji Chuan.

Ji Chuan's words had shattered the last of his strength. He did not need the Demon Continent to kill him, he would directly trample over the Demon Continent.

The only one who would dare to say such words, was probably Jiang Feng.

However, all of this had nothing to do with him, Ji Chuan. What he needed to consider was his own life.

"Ten thousand li of ice!" Ji Chuan bellowed, his body releasing astonishing cold qi, which exploded in all directions.

"Your strength is not enough to resist in front of me." Jiang Feng said in a soft voice. His palm was like a dome of heaven that enveloped and swept away all the ice energy. In the end, it landed on Ji Chuan's body and allowed him to suffer from the backlash of his own attacks as his body was sealed in ice.

Jiang Feng's palm finally landed at this moment.

"Boom!"

As though he was swatting a watermelon, Ji Chuan's body immediately crumbled into pieces, exploding into a cloud of blood.

Ji Family Elder Ji Chuan, finally died after being slapped to death by Jiang Feng.

If time were to flow in circles and return to the Star Continent of the past, this would be an unimaginable scene for everyone.

After killing Ji Chuan, Jiang Feng's body disappeared again. When he reappeared, he was in front of a black clothed middle aged man.

This person was a Heavenly Completion Stage Ranker from the Demon Continent, and also the person who killed Mei Ji.

When he saw Jiang Feng appear, other than killing intent, this person also carried an incomparably vicious and angry look in his eyes, as if he had an unparalleled hatred towards Jiang Feng.

"Jiang Feng, you're dead for sure. You've killed so many people, the Demon Continent will definitely tear you into a thousand pieces. The terror of the Demon Continent is not something a fool like you can imagine." The middle-aged cultivator spat out coldly and was incomparably arrogant.

"So this is the reason why, as the ancestor of the Ji Family, you chose to be a dog of the Demon Continent?" Jiang Feng looked at the person in front of him with contempt, and spoke with a tone of ridicule.

When the surrounding people heard this, they all revealed looks of surprise.

As the patriarch of the Ji Family ?

"What does Jiang Feng mean by this? Could it be that this cultivator is not a cultivator from the Demon Continent, but the ancestor of the Ji Family?"

"This... "This is incredible!"

"I didn't expect your eyes to be so sharp, you actually saw through it." The corner of the middle-aged cultivator's eyes twitched. The terror of Jiang Feng was not only limited to his strength, but also his shrewdness.

"If you can't even see this, do you think that your father died for nothing?" Jiang Feng laughed coldly.0

"My previous life ?" Ji Fu muttered, and suddenly laughed coldly: "I forgot, you, Jiang Feng, have been plotted against your beloved woman, what a tragedy."

When Ji Family joined the Demon Continent, he already knew about Jiang Feng and Mu Lingxue from the Demon Sect. At that time, the people of Ji Family were extremely shocked.

However, compared to shock, Ji Fu valued benefits more, because the Demon Sect had promised to take down the void ground, allowing his Ji Family to take over the Navy Tide Continent and become its ruler. Furthermore, they gave Ji Fu a body of the Heavenly Completion Stage rank.

As the ancestor of the Ji Family, Ji Fu had already fallen into a bottleneck thousands of years ago. As his physical body continued to decline, he urgently needed a new body to extend his life. The benefits the Demon Sect gave him was a temptation he could not refuse.

Only, Ji Fu did not expect Jiang Feng to see through him, and he really did not know how this fellow did it.

"Do you think this can anger me? Mu Lingxue is only one of the people that I, Jiang Feng, want to kill. Other than that, in my heart, I have no standing at all, and what you use to provoke me with, is completely useless. After Jiang Feng finished speaking, he started to take action, summoning the Myriad Immortal Diagram, he began to refine it.

Although Ji Fu was of no threat to him, his own strength was still acceptable. If he refined Ji Fu into the Pantheon of the Ten Thousand Immortals, it would increase the lethality of the Pantheon of the Ten Thousand Immortals.

Ji Fu's gaze was gloomy, he had yet to see Jiang Feng's goal, and was only facing Jiang Feng's attack, his heart was filled with fear.

Even if it was the Ji Family's ancestor, Ji Fu's cultivation was still far from the ninth stage of the Heavenly Completion Stage. Having personally witnessed Jiang Feng's terror, he felt a great sense of dread in his heart.

"Ice Origin Staff!" Ji Fu shouted coldly as a scepter that was as long as a pike appeared in his hand. His entire body was sparkling and translucent as it emitted a terrifying cold energy.

It was a Divine Weapon. Based on Jiang Feng's understanding, although the Ji Family was one of the four ancient families in the Star Continent, there shouldn't be any Divine Weapons in the Ji Family. This Divine Weapon was most likely bestowed to him by the Demon Sect.

"Divine weapons are too weak." Jiang Feng shook his head slightly, and continued to activate the saint diagram and suppress it.

"Break!" Ji Fu roared in anger as he held onto his frost elemental staff and pierced it towards the Pantheon of the Ten Thousand Immortals.

Rumble rumble rumble!

The collision of the two produced a shocking muffled sound, which created wave after wave of ripples.

However, the Pantheon of the Ten Thousand Immortals was much stronger than the frost elemental staff and Jiang Feng's cultivation was even higher than Ji Fu. The two had only been in a stalemate for a short moment, but the frost elemental staff could not withstand it and was directly sent flying.

Having lost the ability to attack, Ji Fu could only watch as the Pantheon of the Ten Thousand Immortals descended. In the end, it was completely engulfed by the surging totem energy, and its entire body felt like it had fallen into a fiery pit of thirty thousand meters. It endured a terrifying ordeal, and was ultimately refined into a Pantheon of the Ten Thousand Immortals.

Then, Jiang Feng took the ice staff that had lost control of himself and used his tyrannical power of law to erase the mental imprint on it, throwing it into the air.

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