The eyes of the onlookers were all on Song Lei, but Ye Fanchen, who was glaring angrily at Song Lei, did not seem to care about Song Lei's anger at all.
Ye Fanchen bent down and picked up Song Hai's interspatial ring. He then turned to Housekeeper Liu and spat out two words, "Monthly allowance."
His expression was normal as he did one thing after another, as if he did not put Song Lei in his eyes at all.
"100,000! Not a single cent less! "Housekeeper Liu quickly said.
He hurriedly nodded and said with his swollen mouth. Then, he scrambled into the accounting room and handed over a banknote worth 100,000 gold coins to Ye Fanchen without even recording the bill.
He was afraid that if he was slow, Ye Fanchen would beat him up like how he beat Song Hai!
This scene seemed normal, but it gave people an extremely strange feeling.
It was like a killing god who had killed countless people and was wiping his sword.
Although his actions were normal, it gave people a creepy feeling.
At the same time, it also revealed Ye Fanchen's disdain for Song Lei!
This scene completely ignited the anger in Song Lei's heart.
"I will make you pay with your life!"
Song Lei's eyes were filled with killing intent as he roared!
In the next moment, the Yuan Qi in his body was released, forming a strong whirlwind that blew away several people.
Within the whirlwind, Song Lei leaped into the air. His fists were covered in golden light as he punched towards Ye Fanchen in the accounting room!
"Die for me!"
Song Lei was a peak late-stage Step Dust Realm cultivator. His speed was beyond imagination. In an instant, he appeared in front of Ye Fanchen and punched towards Ye Fanchen.
Ye Fanchen did not hesitate at all. His eyes flashed as he circulated the Yuan Qi in his body. He used the Gold Splitting Dragon Fist to meet Song Lei's punch!
"Pa!"
The two fists collided and a loud sound was heard. Golden light exploded!
After the loud bang, Ye Fanchen was sent flying like a bullet that had been fired! He smashed into the wall beside the accounting room!
"Boom!"
The entire accounting room shook! The dust was shaken off!
Everyone was silent. Looking at the big hole in the wall of the accounting room, everyone couldn't help but shrink their necks.
"As expected of the number one Step Dust Realm cultivator. Who could withstand that punch?"
"Peak late-stage Step Dust Realm! That punch is at least 10,000 pounds. Young Master Song Lei used a martial skill just now. That punch must be at least 10,000 pounds! "
"Ye Fanchen is only a mid-stage Step Dust Realm cultivator. Even if he doesn't die from that punch, he will be heavily injured.
… …
The spectators discussed softly.
At this moment, Ye Fanchen walked out of the large hole in the wall. His eyes were burning with anger and his expression was incomparably cold!
Song Lei was taken aback and muttered to himself, "This guy is actually so tough? You can still move after taking a punch from me? "
In the next moment, his eyes were filled with killing intent as he rushed to Ye Fan Chen's side!
He wanted Ye's's life! If one punch wasn't enough, then another!
Song Lei's eyes reflected Ye Fanchen's gloomy face.
It was because of this gloominess that made Song Lei even more ruthless.
"Act! Continue to act! "
Song Lei raised his steel-like fist again. His eyes were filled with killing intent. He was about to punch down and end Ye Fanchen's life.
At this moment, a black-robed middle-aged man stood in front of Ye Fanchen and blocked Song Lei's attack.
"Impudent!" The black-robed middle-aged man shouted.
His voice spread throughout the accounting room.
Everyone's eyes flashed with surprise.
"F!"
Song Lei was also a little surprised. He frowned and thought, "Deacon Shi? Why is he here? "
"Disciple greets Deacon Shi!" The spectators did not dare to hesitate and bowed towards the black-robed middle-aged man.
Now that the dean of the Desert College had not returned, the most powerful person was the vice-dean, Li Mubai. The second most powerful person was Deacon Shi, Shi Hongtu.
Shi Hongtu was famous for being impartial in the Desert College. He was the symbol of authority in the Desert College. All the disciples had to bow to him when they saw him.
Even the disciples of the Song family were no exception.
"Disciple greets Deacon Shi."
Song Lei was not a foolish person. Although he was furious, he was not blinded by anger.
However, he did not intend to let Ye Fanchen go.
"Deacon Shi, disciple was too angry and acted too rashly! However, regarding my brother's death, I hope Deacon Shi can make a decision. "
Song Lei had been raised as the successor of the Song family since he was young. He knew how to speak appropriately.
Hearing this, Deacon Shi glanced at the calm Ye Fanchen behind him and said, "Ye Fanchen killed another disciple for no reason. According to common sense, he should be sentenced to pay with his life!"
Everyone held their breaths as they quietly listened to Shi Hongtu's words.
"However, Song Hai provoked us first, so we can spare him the death penalty! However, he cannot escape punishment! Starting from today, Ye Fanchen will be imprisoned for ten years to atone for his crimes! "
Shi Hongtu was like a judge, his tone implacable.
Shi Hongtu was a peak late-stage Subtle realm expert. When Ye Fanchen and Song Hai had clashed, he had been nearby and had seen what had happened.
Just like the other disciples of the Song family, he had wanted to save Song Hai, but alas, he had not been able to catch up to Ye Fanchen.
For this reason, Shi Hongtu was a little prejudiced against Ye Fanchen.
But in the end, he was the symbol of authority in the Desert College. He naturally could not allow this little bit of prejudice to affect the punishment.
Imprisoning Ye Fanchen for fifty years to atone for his crimes was the Desert College's punishment for such a situation!
But Song Lei and the other disciples of the Song family frowned.
Ten years?
Being imprisoned for ten years in the college meant that Ye Fanchen still had ten years to live!
The grudge of two lives was to be avenged ten years later?
Perhaps for ordinary people, this would not be a problem.
But for the Song family, this was definitely not allowed.
Two young masters had been killed, and they had to wait ten years for revenge. How would the Song family put their face?
How would the people of Beiliang City view the Song family?
The Spring Hunting Competition was in a few days. With Ye Fanchen's strength, he would not be able to escape the pursuit of over a hundred disciples of the Song family!
"Deacon Shi!" Song Lei took a deep breath to calm himself down. "We will let bygones be bygones for Ye Fanchen!"
With Deacon Shi present, they would not be able to kill Ye Fanchen. If he was imprisoned in the Desert College's prison, the Song family would not be able to kill him either.
At this time, the surrounding Martial Disciples were also silent. They naturally understood the deeper meaning behind Song Lei's words, and so did Shi Hongtu.
"Like father, like son. Like father, like son." Shi Hongtu raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Lei with a strange look in his eyes.
In the Desert College, if two parties were to fight, the one who was killed would not be held responsible, and the killer would not be punished! This was the rule!
Shi Hongtu smiled and turned to leave.
He had a slight prejudice against Ye Fanchen, so he would not go against the college's rules for Ye Fanchen.
At this moment, Ye Fanchen turned around and left, ignoring the disdainful sneers of the Song Family's disciples behind him.
He had heard the conversation between Shi Hongtu and the Song family disciple. These words were related to his fate, but as the person involved, he could only stand aside and listen quietly. He could not interfere!
Why?
Because he was not strong enough!
At this moment, Ye Fanchen felt a sense of oppression, an oppression that made him extremely annoyed.
The last time he felt this way was ten thousand years ago when he was surrounded and killed by his subordinates.
That time, he died at the hands of his subordinates.
This time, he was reborn after guarding the grave for ten thousand years. He could not die at the hands of a small Song family!
Thinking of this, Ye Fanchen had already arrived in front of his residence. However, what appeared in front of him was not the small house from before, but a pile of ruins!
On the ground in front of the ruins, there were a few words carved with weapons.
"You're not home today. I'll take your dog head another day!"
"— — Song Tian!"
Ye Fanchen looked at these words and remained silent. The anger that had been accumulating just now had reached its peak at this moment. His face was extremely gloomy, like a demon god.
He had been reborn ten thousand years ago, and now his fate was being controlled by a small Song family and a small Desert College?
He had been reborn ten thousand years ago, and now he was being threatened by a small Song family?
Impossible!
Ye Fanchen's eyes were filled with killing intent as he softly spat out a few words.
"Song family! Be slaughtered! "
This was not a judgment, this was an oath!
An oath that was destined to be filled with blood!
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