Crack, crack, crack, crack.
Shen Zhenyi purposely slowed down his movements. The golden dragon of sword light that he controlled seemed to be gently tightening its body.
Thus, everyone present could hear the sound of bones breaking.
But … almost no one was able to react to what had happened.
Ge Zhongwu was like a fool, and did not even try to save him.
— — Perhaps, this was his son playing a game of cat and mouse, deliberately giving Shen Zhenyi some hope before completely destroying him?
Sometimes, Ge Xiaopan liked to do this.
However … the golden dragon dissipated, and a mangled corpse fell to the ground with a thud. Ge Xiaopan's eyes were wide open, and his face was distorted. He no longer looked human.
He did not even have the time to leave behind his last words before he was completely cut off from life.
A foul stench filled the air.
Bones all over his body, flesh torn apart, eyes popped out, and feces and urine incontinence.
Just as Ge Xiaopan had predicted, his death had come true one by one.
Shen Zhenyi stood leisurely, covering his nose with his sleeve.
He really did not like this kind of ugly thing.
However, since it was the other party's request, he would reluctantly satisfy him.
In addition, Shen Zhenyi deliberately turned his head to look at the changes in Ge Zhongwu's expression.
— — This was also what Ge Xiaopan liked.
At first, Ge Zhongwu was stunned. He always felt that this was a trick, that his son was lying to him, that the world was lying to him.
Perhaps in the next second, Ge Xiaopan would jump up from the ground and laugh. This was just a clumsy joke.
— — How could a third layer True God expert be killed like this?
This was impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Drip, drip, drip.
In the Bright Moon Hotel, there was a deathly silence. Time slowly passed, but no one spoke.
After a few seconds, Ge Zhongwu recovered from his initial shock. A sharp pain emerged from his heart and spread to his whole body, as if his whole body was cold. A feeling of sadness and fear shrouded his whole body, as if he was gripped by a ghost.
His son — —
— — died.
The third layer True God expert, Ge Xiaopan, died.
"No!"
Ge Zhongwu let out a hoarse roar. He would never have this kind of feeling after the death of other people's loved ones, but when misfortune befell him, even if he was the leader of the seven sects, the number one person in the nineteen outer cities, he would still be no different from a mortal.
Almost in an instant, all the hair on his body stood up, and the wrinkles on his face gathered together like a wrinkled chrysanthemum.
The tears that had not flowed out for hundreds of years also burst out of his eyes, and they were even a terrifying bright red!
This kind of heart-wrenching grief was a feeling he had not experienced since the death of his father and master. No, it was even more painful than that.
To him, Ge Xiaopan was not only his most beloved son, but also the successor of the True Hero Sect, his future.
They wanted to enter the inner city. After Ge Xiaopan obtained more resources, he would definitely be able to improve further. At that time, he would be able to bring glory to his ancestors and achieve meteoric success.
But now, everything was gone.
His longing for the future came to an abrupt end.
After the grief, came anger. Blood rushed to his face, and he felt a bit dizzy. Strand after strand of white hair stood on end. He was truly seething with anger.
"Shen Zhenyi! I'm going to kill you! "
He roared loudly. Where was the demeanor of the Seven Sects' Sect Leader? He was completely like a hooligan on the streets.
He still could not figure out how Shen Zhenyi killed Ge Xiaopan.
But Ge Zhongwu did not intend to think about it.
He just instinctively rushed forward and pushed with both hands. He wanted to grab Shen Zhenyi and tear him to pieces to vent the hatred in his heart!
"Sect Leader Ge, wait!"
At this time, Pu Hui Shi and Zhuo Liufeng pulled him back. Their faces were full of disbelief, but after all, the one who died was not their relative, so they regained their senses slightly faster than Ge Zhongwu.
"This is the Seven Sects' Martial Arts Competition, not a private fight. Sect Leader, if you kill him now, it will give people a reason to criticize you. It's really unwise!"
This was Pu Hui Shi's high-sounding reason to persuade him to retreat.
Zhuo Liufeng lowered his voice and said privately, "Brother Ge, think twice before you act. Young Master Xiaopan is not mature enough. If you really fight, he won't be your opponent. But after all, he is a Third Level True God warrior. Even if Brother Ge wants to kill him, it won't be a matter of two or three moves. Be careful of tricks! "
This was persuasion related to benefits.
Of course, he could not directly say that the battle strength displayed by Third Young Master Shen was too frightening. If he went up alone, not only would he not win, he might even be killed along with his son. He could only say that there was a trick, and hoped that Ge Zhongwu would understand.
Ge Zhongwu of course understood.
In fact, when he just made a move, he started to feel weak in his heart.
The opponent … was someone who killed Ge Xiaopan without batting an eyelid.
How high was this person's martial arts?
No … it couldn't be martial arts. There must be a trick. His disciples were all proficient in formations, magnetism, poison, and so on. Shen Zhenyi himself would not be any better.
If he set up a scheme to kill Xiaopan, then if he rushed up recklessly, even if he was not seeking death, he would not have a good ending.
Thinking of this, Ge Zhongwu calmed down. But it was difficult to sheathe his shame. Fortunately, there were two old friends holding him back, so he could get off the stage.
"When we go back, the seven sects will work together to get rid of this person. Brother Ge, don't be anxious. "
Master Pengongshi also began to persuade him.
"No matter how many tricks he has, it is impossible for him to stop the seven of us. Don't worry, we will avenge your son and my disciple!"
Master Pengongshi also felt his face burning. His disciple was killed in front of everyone, and he was powerless to stop it. Now that Ge Zhongwu's son died, he felt happy instead. Everyone was on the same starting line.
However, the Abandoned Sword Villa was indeed strange. They had already placed Shen Zhenyi in a very high position in their hearts, but they did not expect that they still underestimated him.
This hard bone was not easy to chew!
It seemed that even if it was a night attack, it would be a tough battle.
Master Pengongshi quivered and shivered. He felt uneasy in his heart.
In a matter of seconds, Shen Zhenyi's eyes never left Ge Zhongwu.
Watching him go from numbness to disbelief to grief and pain, to uncontrollable anger, and finally stop because of fear — the expression of his expression in this short period of time was really interesting.
"Well, Young Master Xiaopan, I have already done as you wished and killed you like this. I also helped you see the changes in your father's expression. I can understand why you have such a perverted mood. "
Shen Zhenyi shrugged. "But I am still too lazy to look."
Why would he care about the feelings of a bug when he stepped on it?
This kind of contempt made the fire in Ge Zhongwu's chest almost erupt. He screamed and vomited blood.
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